Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Everyone in the teahouse was silent for a while, and they all looked at Li Xingchen, who was angry and unwilling to talk about his past, with complicated and inexplicable eyes.

If what he said was true, then this person was really a rare genius in the world.

At the age of nineteen, he entered the Xiantian realm and broke through the eight levels in one step. He was a Xiantian eight-orifice cultivator, second only to the great genius Meng Zhao, and even better than Han Pu, who had a star body.

With such a talent, it was deliberately hidden and suppressed by the family. He has been unable to express it for many years. Under the accumulated depression, it is not difficult to understand his current angry expressions.

"Meng Zhao, you are also a genius, and even more so a strong man, and you are much luckier than me, being able to step on the stage, known to the world, and on par with Shen Tianci.

This is the honor that thousands of young warriors in the land of Shenzhou, the martial arts world, and the dream of.

Today, I want to have a good fight with you, and I want to let the world know that the Xuzhou Li family, the descendants of the Tang Dynasty, also has a genius, a genius who can compete with you, the Southern Shen and the Northern Meng!"

As Li Xingchen's passionate emotions burst out and he vented his anger, the breath that he had been suppressing for a long time burst out, and the terrifying aura was like a straight air column, rushing up to the sky, and the surrounding air was faintly distorted. A wisp of tiny but terrifying sword energy was mixed in Li Xingchen's outward momentum, with the power to tear the sky and split the earth.

This is the most direct and fundamental reason why Li Xingchen found Meng Zhao.

He had been pent up in his heart for too long, and he needed an opponent to vent.

In the south, he was suppressed by the elders of the family. Although he had high aspirations, he did not dare to act rashly.

But when he came to the north, he did not need to worry so much. Picking a suitable master and having a good fight was his long-cherished wish.

As Li Xingchen's aura burst out, the wooden chair he was sitting on remained motionless and was not affected at all. However, Li Yaer and Li Xinglu beside him stood up and retreated at the same time under this tyrannical pressure. The guards of the Li family beside him were also forced back by the terrifying aura.

The clean and tidy wooden table was directly crushed into pieces by this terrifying aura. It was just because the aura was too surging and strong, and the suppression force was full. For a while, the wooden table was broken but not scattered, and maintained its previous shape for a short time.

Strong, strong, strong, before Li Xingchen got angry, no one had ever thought that this handsome young man had such terrible strength. Even Niu Dali, who always thought highly of himself, showed a solemn look.

Judging from the momentum displayed, this person is probably not inferior to himself. As for the real fight, Niu Dali is not sure that he can win.

He couldn't help wondering, what is wrong with this world?

Before meeting Meng Zhao, he was also an invincible little strongman. After meeting Meng Zhao, he met strongmen one after another, which almost knocked his confidence away.

However, Meng Zhao, who was sitting next to Li Xingchen, was not affected at all. No matter how strong Li Xingchen's aura was, or how powerful the small sword energy circling around him was, when it touched Meng Zhao within three feet, it was all dissolved like spring breeze and rain.

Meng Zhao even took the teacup in his hand with interest and put it to his lips and took a sip.

Indeed, Li Xingchen's aura was strong and terrifying, and his aura was even more majestic, vast, and overwhelming, which made the momentum of those facing this aura decrease by three points.

However, Meng Zhao's current cultivation attainments in the innate martial arts can be said to have reached the pinnacle and are unmatched. In his opinion, the opponent's methods, although somewhat impressive, are still a little immature.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in black clothes, holding a sword in his arms, and his long hair wrapped in a silver headband appeared at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor of the inn. He had a completely restrained aura and no one was scattered.

His appearance was covered by a sword aura, and no matter how good the eyesight was, it was difficult to see his facial features.

He was also tall and slender, like a divine sword that had been hammered and tempered, with a restrained edge.

What's even more strange is that this person's presence is extremely weak. He was clearly standing at the very conspicuous corner of the second floor stairs, but no one noticed his presence, as if there was no such person at all.

His powerful cultivation and mysterious methods are not something that people with innate skills can guess.

This person is the one that Meng Zhao intuitively sensed when he first entered the teahouse.

At the same time, he was also the master that Li Xingchen had mentioned when he was recounting his life just now, the master he met when he was sixteen years old.

And the moment he appeared, Meng Zhao, who had always been calm and elegant, turned his head suddenly and cast his eyes on this person. A pair of purple pupils like stars burst out with unprecedented light. The tea in his hand splashed out because of the overly intense reaction and fell on Meng Zhao, but was bounced away by an invisible true energy.

"This person, this person, feels almost the same as the three great masters I met at the magic meeting in the Bishui Fairy Palace. He must also be a master. The Li family is indeed worthy of being the descendant of the medieval royal family, with a profound foundation!"

Meng Zhao looked at Li Xingchen as just a sharp-minded younger boy. Although he was a younger generation in terms of age, it was normal for him to look down on the other party in terms of martial arts.

Li Xingchen is indeed a rare genius, a strong man, with extraordinary talent. His cultivation is actually only slightly lower than his. However, cultivation is just cultivation, cultivation is just the foundation, and cultivation does not represent too many things.

In terms of foundation, combat power, and true martial arts, Meng Zhao could crush this so-called genius.

After all, he can be regarded as a strong man who fought out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He has fought with countless strong men and killed many people, but Li Xingchen is different.

Although he has extraordinary talents and extraordinary strength, he is just a practitioner and can be called a master, not a strong one.

I have only heard of strong men who have been killed, never heard of strong men who have been trained. Although martial arts is a way to improve and transform, it is also a way to kill. Compared to the experienced Meng Zhao, Li Xingchen is like a newborn calf. Too tender.

Therefore, when Meng Zhaocai discovered the middle-aged master swordsman, he turned his attention to this person, but ignored Li Xingchen, leaving only a trace of caution.

However, his behavior completely angered Li Xingchen, making the young man who had always regarded himself as the unparalleled genius erupt into a volcanic rage that could not be controlled.

In fact, Meng Zhao paid too little attention to him. Before the battle, he was distracted and focused on others. This undoubtedly showed that the other party did not take him seriously at all.

"One mountain, one sea, one hidden dragon, Sword Mountain."

Under the accumulation of anger in his heart, Li Xingchen's true energy surged out fiercely and fiercely. He pointed it as a sword and pointed the sword finger towards Meng Zhao.

A ray of sparkling light shone on his fingertips, and the crystal-like sword sword came out and turned into a sword that was more than ten feet long and pressed towards Meng Zhao.