The crisis around the camp was temporarily resolved and the deputy of the Danchi clan was ordered to take on the responsibility of taking care of this elite force.

Meng Zhao chased after the traces left by Jiaolong Xiaojiu without looking back.

He was in a very urgent mood. He didn't have much time to get entangled in the mountains. He had to complete the task as soon as possible to gain Si Peng's approval, and then participate in Su Hongtu's evil soldiers' limit breaking ceremony.

He chased the wind and the moon all the way, and his body movements were like lightning. In the darkness, it was like a ghost under the Nine Netherworlds, silently sneaking a hundred feet away. As his body movements passed, waves of strong winds often aroused.

After rushing to the road with all his strength, he soon came to a gentle mountain with cliffs on three sides, which looked extremely steep.

Only large areas of forest grow on the east side, towering and strong, showing tenacious vitality even in the severe cold and snow.

Under the moonlight, it is like a divine pillar that leads straight to the sky.

Meng Zhao's secret technique was created after several deductions, and even learned from the powerful masters, so he was extremely capable.

His arrival did not cause any turmoil at all. Only the dragon Xiaojiu, who was also lurking underground, learned through the spiritual contract.

He slowly swam to Meng Zhao's waist and rubbed his dragon head intimately on Meng Zhao's chest.

A pure-blooded dragon that had entered the innate realm was originally extremely large in size. It was a ferocious beast king. At this time, it actually tried to please Meng Zhao like a pet. It was all legendary.

Meng Zhao patted Jiaolong Xiaojiu's dragon head, and the touch was definitely not very good, but the satisfaction in his heart was unparalleled.

There are not many people in this world who can raise dragons.

And the thoughts that came from Jiaolong Xiaojiu are certain.

The little mouse finally arrived in the dense forest and stopped there without going anywhere else.

The "big mouse" behind the little mouse should also be hidden inside if nothing unexpected happens.

To comfort the dragon Xiaojiu, Meng Zhao's breathing seemed to be there and nothing, and the life characteristics on the entire human body were almost nothing. He slightly pointed his toes and moved out, and the air around him seemed to be helping him move forward without any intention of blocking him.

Compared with the previous speed, his body movement is more reflected in his freedom and nature...

In the dense forest, due to the barrier of tall trees, the mountain wind is blocked outside, so it seems much more peaceful.

In the darkness, a bright bonfire was burning brightly surrounded by several tall trees. The white little mouse was leaning against the bonfire in a very humane manner, jumping around, chirping, raising its front paws, and gnawing.

On the other side of the bonfire, a thin and short middle-aged man leaned against a tall wood tree.

While touching his two shiny black beards with one hand, he was carelessly holding the wine gourd and drinking the strong wine.

He seemed to be in a good mood. When drinking, he shook his head and even hummed a small song with interest.

One person, one rat, a bonfire, dark night, and the howling mountain wind outside the forest is like ghosts crying and wolf howling.

If an ordinary hunter saw the strange scene, he would probably think that he would have seen some demons become spirits, and he would have fled in panic.

Meng Zhao, who looked at all this, had no special feeling.

With his aura, this middle-aged man with two beards is of course a human, not a demon.

He knows some martial arts, but he is definitely not very good.

It may be that he has just entered the innate level, but it seems that he is much weaker than a martial artist with ordinary meaning.

Maybe it was because of some kind of external evil method that broke through, and the foundation was unstable.

Of course, it may also be that this person has a profound hidden skill. After all, Meng Zhao still can't figure out what the mouse is. He clearly has no ferocious beast blood and nothing special, but his wisdom is amazing.

However, this possibility is not high. If you really have that ability, you don’t need to rely on a mere mouse to deal with it.

Meng Zhao sensed it again and confirmed that there was no one around, so he lightly stood in front of him, still silent.

"You are so idle and leisurely. You just caused a big trouble for others, but you can drink and sing. Are you not afraid of the miser's visit?"

Because the mountain wind was howling, and not the quiet night, a person suddenly sounded, saying that the bearded middle-aged man was startled and the wine gourd almost fell to the ground.

Even the little white mouse holding something by the bonfire jumped up in shock, quickly discarding things like pine cones on its paws, and scurried into the trousers of the middle-aged man's beard, and disappeared.

Following the sound, the middle-aged man saw Meng Zhao, who was tall, handsome, with three-point majestic and seven-point domineering, walked out of the darkness.

Meng Zhao, who had never really revealed his own characteristics after entering Liangzhou, had no concealment at this time and was malicious. Even a master as strong as Geng Pomo, would have to be frightened, let alone this person?

The middle-aged man's throat was squirming, his eyelids were twitching, and his mouth was extremely dry. I had no idea why he was found here, especially this time the target.

"Ahem, brother, I just got lost in the mountains and took a break for a while. I don't understand what you are saying. Meeting is a guest. If you need any help, you can speak."

Meng Zhao smiled, of course, there was still a strong sense of oppression in his smile, and the other party could not reflect his expectations.

After all, the other party never showed up, just calculating them through a guinea pig. Since that's the case, of course, he can be beaten to death and refused to admit it. Isn't it just for him to do something without evidence?

But who is Meng Zhao? He is not the kind of stubborn person. He must find evidence to prove something.

What he believes does not require evidence at all.

"Okay, I don't have that much time to talk nonsense to you here, and say, who sent you here, Xiang Qing or He Xin?"

As the new word fell, Meng Zhao took a step forward with his left foot, his eyes as bright as stars, and a strong aura overlooking the people erupted like a squirting volcano, and the intense tall trees swayed left and right.

The ice and snow under your feet have obviously not changed at all, but it gives people a feeling of shaking the earth and turning the earth.

He himself is as majestic as a god and demon, tall as a god, and has a great aura.

Terror, extreme terror, suffocating, and suffocating.

The middle-aged man with a mustache is of course a congenital warrior. Although he uses a side-minded way to break through, and only has one trick to cultivate, his combat power is at the bottom of the congenital state and is the one with poor development.

However, he is still a powerful person. When facing a person's simple pressure, he actually feels desperate and suffocating. He even thought of resisting a little, and he extinguished himself in his heart.

It can be seen that the horror and terror of the person in front of him.

Such martial arts and such momentum are simply beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.
Chapter completed!