Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Seeing that Meng Zhao didn't speak and just looked at her with a strange look, the girl seemed a little nervous. Then she realized that maybe Meng Zhao didn't understand what the clan war was, so she started to explain herself.

Seeing this, Meng Zhao waved his hand to interrupt her and said,

"I have heard a little bit about the clan wars of the Tian Clan, but it is said that the clan wars now only involve grandmasters, great masters, and strong men of heaven and man. How can you participate in the clan wars if your cultivation level cannot reach the realm of acquired heaven?"

After hearing this, the girl felt happy. She was not afraid that Meng Zhao would have questions, but she was afraid that Meng Zhao was not interested at all, so she quickly said,

"Master Meng, you don't know something. Although most of the clan wars of the Tingtian clan are fought by high-level warriors, sometimes they will be replaced by low-level warriors, especially if they are confident. We, the Feng clan, can take the initiative to change.

So, I think, I think, please help me, Master Meng, I really want to participate in the clan war! "

Meng Zhao looked at the little girl with interest. She was a few years younger than Meng Rong, but unlike Meng Rong's squeamish and hedonistic temperament, she was quite responsible and ambitious, and even dared to come to him for advice.

"Little girl, what's your name? Did you come today on your own, or did someone ask you to come?"

"Master Hui Meng, my name is Feng Susu. I learned about your existence from my father. I admire your martial arts very much, so I specially found an opportunity to come here to ask for advice."

Meng Zhao nodded, that's how life is. When an opportunity comes, if you can grasp it, you will naturally rise to the top. If you fail to grasp it, you may be inactive, or you may perish on the way to change.

Meng Zhao was not a murderous person. If he had been an evil-minded person, such a little girl would have been tortured and killed if she had the courage to ask for advice. After all, if an ant died, it would still be her. Seeking death, making one's own decisions.

"How do you want me to help you, teach you magical skills and secrets, give you magical weapons, or directly improve your martial arts foundation?"

At this point, Feng Susu is just a girl. She plays with her friends on weekdays and is a little thoughtful, but not much.

She was keenly aware that Meng Zhao was definitely a great opportunity, and she couldn't miss it easily, otherwise she wouldn't know if there would be another opportunity like this in the future.

But it was very difficult for her to implement it on a specific matter.

"I, I just want to become the strongest person in the Houtian realm. I, I want to help the tribe protect the Tongshentie."

The little girl still looks a little naive, showing her immature side.

Meng Zhao smiled and looked at the little girl holding her hair helplessly, and said,

"The term "the strongest person in the acquired realm" is a mistake. There is never the strongest, only stronger. Therefore, I cannot help you cultivate the strongest acquired martial arts, but based on your own foundation, you can make great achievements. Improvement is still no problem.

In addition, please remember that protecting the tribe and the group is not something you should consider now. You should trust your elders and relatives. "

Meng Zhao suddenly understood some of this girl's thoughts and ideas.

At a young age, I love fantasy and dreaming.

Isn't it the favorite dream of these little guys to turn the tide, save the tribe, and gain the favor and love of their elders, relatives, and tribesmen?

But reality is often not what people want.

Since the Lan clan is coming with eager eyes, they must have made full preparations. They even found out who is the strongest in the Feng clan. Only in this way can they be well prepared and full of confidence.

Although the level of Feng Susu's martial arts is good, in Meng Zhao's opinion, it is far from the top. As long as she participates in the clan war with her current cultivation level, she will most likely lose, not to mention Fengling. He won't allow this little girl to act like this.

However, Meng Zhao suddenly became interested.

At first, he was keenly aware that the Tingtian clan has a prosperous fortune and unlimited potential. It is now considered a strong clan among the hundreds of clans, and is even expected to reach the top ten. By then, it will also have full influence among the hundreds of clans. Power, huge potential.

If Meng Zhao said that he had no idea about the Tingtian tribe, that was not entirely true. He just didn't know where to start.

After all, he is from the human race, and even though he may still have a layer of dragon skin, he is not the same as the Bai clan after all.

Over the years, the Supreme Emperor has not conquered hundreds of tribes, and he may not be able to do it himself.

But if it can influence the Tingtian clan, it will definitely be a good thing with hundreds of benefits and no harm.

Secondly, this little girl is bold and careful, and has good luck. She even aroused his interest and gained his favor. This is a kind of good luck and deserves attention and cultivation.

In this case, you might as well plant a seed and see what it will grow into if it takes root and sprouts in the future.

This is just an idle chess piece. What if it plays a huge role in the future?

No one can predict the future, but at least for now, Meng Zhao is willing to give it a try.

After all, he has nothing to lose.

Feng Susu was very excited when she heard Meng Zhao's previous words, thinking that Meng Zhao was willing to help her, but then the last words made her full of disappointment, thinking that Meng Zhao was unwilling to teach her, and she felt depressed and extremely lost.

However, the next moment, Meng Zhao's words pulled her from hell to heaven again.

"But everything depends on human effort. You, little girl, have courage, luck, and qualifications. You are indeed good. I will help you. As for what level you will reach and whether you can participate in the clan war, that is the matter of the Feng clan leader. I cannot make the decision."

Meng Zhao's words actually told her that I can help you improve your strength, but I can't guarantee to what extent.

Feng Susu smiled happily, her red lips bloomed, and said,

"Then, Lord Meng, what should I do."

Meng Zhao took the little girl out of the room, pointed to the empty snowy plain, and said,

"Fight, let me see your foundation, don't hold back at all, I will help you improve according to your performance."

Feng Susu was a little nervous. She heard from her father that although Lord Meng was born in the human race, his cultivation was earth-shaking, and he was a warrior of the same level as the clan leader.

And the human race's martial arts have always been strong, and they can fight against or even suppress people from hundreds of races with powerful bloodline supernatural powers with their weak bodies.

Using the weak to defeat the strong is a very prominent feature of human martial arts.

Take Liu Er Ting Tian, ​​who Feng Susu admires the most, for example. Only by practicing under Long Bo Tian Zang can he fully realize his qualifications and talents.

And Long Bo Tian Zang is the best among the best of the hundreds of races, and a big shot among the big shots.

He also received martial arts from the old monk of the human race, which made him soar to the sky.

Feng Susu was very excited. Maybe she could become the next Long Bo Tian Zang? (End of this chapter)