Meng Yi, who was about to speak, was stunned for a moment, and after listening to Zhao Meng's words, he stood there with a confused face, and muttered in a low voice: "Descendant of the Northern Underworld? Could it be that there are also people here who can take a microstep? Someone will be in the North Shengong? ”

Although his voice was very low, he was still heard by Zhao Meng on the other side, and when Zhao Meng heard Meng Yi's words, his face had returned to normal and said: "It seems that you are not really a descendant of the Northern Underworld, but you should have a deep relationship with the descendant of the Northern Underworld." ”

"Hehe, just let me learn from you what is so good about the Northern Spiritual Skill." Zhao Meng then showed an excited look on his face, although he still wanted to continue fighting Meng Yi at this moment, his purpose had changed, and now he simply wanted to see the power of the Northern Spiritual Skill.

Meng Yi didn't listen to what Zhao Meng was saying at all, at this moment his heart was already in a mess, the four words of the heir of the Northern Hell had already set off a monstrous wave in his heart, not to mention whether there was a Northern Hell Divine Skill in this world, just this Ling Bo Weibu was already certain, otherwise Zhao Meng would not have said such a thing just now.

I believe that with Zhao Meng's strength, he will definitely not look away, if he has not seen it, he will definitely not say such a thing.

Suddenly, Meng Yi shook his head vigorously, then looked at Zhao Meng and asked, "Have you ever seen this kind of footwork before?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you'll have a fight with me first." Zhao Meng was already a little impatient to say, he finally had the opportunity to personally experience the power of the Northern Spiritual Skill, and he already remembered that he was about to jump.

Meng Yi smiled bitterly and said, "The difference in strength between you and me is so big, do you think there is still a need to fight?" I'm certainly no match for you. ”

"No, I've long heard that the Northern Spiritual Skill is good at defeating the strong with the weak, and it can also absorb the opponent's skill, I want to see if it's as powerful as the rumors." Zhao Meng looked at Meng Yi and said with some excitement.

Meng Yi looked at Zhao Meng opposite with some impatience, and then said loudly: "I don't know how to do the Northern Spiritual Skill, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." At this moment, Meng Yi was finally able to affirm that there really was the existence of the Northern Spiritual Skill in this world

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, so does it mean that there are other martial arts in previous lives?

Thinking of this, Meng Yi's heart had already begun to get excited, so this place may have something to do with the world he lived in in his previous life, maybe this abyss of sin has a passage to that world.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi couldn't help but rub his hands, in that case, he might still be able to return to that world, and possibly see his master and brothers, although it was no longer the body it used to be, but Meng Yi had never forgotten the master and brothers in the Medicine King Valley in his heart.

Zhao Meng on the other side couldn't wait, when he saw Meng Yi rubbing his hands, he thought that Meng Yi had decided to fight with him, so he didn't say anything, and stepped forward and threw a punch at Meng Yi.

Fortunately, Zhao Meng was only a tentative blow, so he didn't use all his strength, and when Meng Yi felt the danger, his fist had already hit his chest, and Meng Yi was blasted out with a "bang", and then slammed into the protective barrier.

The enchantment that thousands of werewolves couldn't break through, after being hit by Meng Yi's body, there was actually a trace of ripples, which showed that the power of Zhao Meng's tentative punch should not be underestimated.

Meng Yi had already jumped up at this moment, he looked at Zhao Meng angrily, and then asked loudly, "What do you want?" I said that I have no ill will towards Sanshan City, and I won't have any Northern Spiritual Skills, so don't you pester me anymore? ”

Now Meng Yi's mind is full of things about the Northern Spiritual Skill, he doesn't have the heart to make a move with Zhao Meng at all, not to mention that he clearly knows that he is not Zhao Meng's opponent.

"Impossible!" Zhao Meng shook his head and looked at Meng Yi, "If you don't know the Northern Spiritual Skill, why do you have Ling Bo Weibu?" Isn't Ling Bo Weibu a set of exercises in the Northern Spiritual Skill? You kid and I'm a fool! ”

Meng Yi was completely helpless, he glared at Zhao Meng and said, "Who told you that if you know how to Ling Bo Weibu, you must be able to do the Northern Spiritual Skill?" ”

"Hehe, you really think I'm a fool, without the foundation of the Northern Spiritual Skill, how can you use Ling Bo Weibu?" Zhao Meng chuckled and said, he would not let go of Meng Yi easily now

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In the past, I was able to compete with the Northern Spiritual Skill, and I am afraid that there will be no such good opportunity in the future.

Meng Yi smiled bitterly and glanced at Ding Wangqing, who was standing on the side, to make sure that she was safe at the moment, and then Meng Yi looked at Zhao Meng and said, "Okay, anyway, you won't believe anything you say now, it seems that you can only believe it if you have a big battle with you." ”

In desperation, Meng Yi chose to start a war with Zhao Meng, and only by proving that he would not be able to do the Northern Spiritual Skill could Zhao Meng let him go.

"Haha, it would have been better sooner." Zhao Meng opened his mouth and laughed, "I suppressed the power in my body to the same level as you, I want to see if the Northern Spiritual Skill is as amazing as the rumors." ”

"I'll tell you again, I really don't know how to do the Northern Spiritual Skill." Meng Yi said very seriously, "But it's no problem to fight with you, but then you have to answer some questions from me." ”

Zhao Meng nodded without thinking about it and said, "No problem, let's finish the fight first." After saying this, Zhao Meng's body had disappeared from Meng Yi's sight in an instant.

Meng Yi had already looked above his head when Zhao Meng disappeared, only to see Zhao Meng shoot down like a sharp arrow in the air, and the palm of his right hand stretched out straight towards the top of Meng Yi's head.

The strength of the other party was strong, Meng Yi had no intention of resisting at all, the pace under his feet quickly took a few steps left and right, and then miraculously broke out of the attack range of Zhao Meng's palm.

Seeing Meng Yi flash out, Zhao Meng's falling body stopped in the air strangely, and then turned over and resumed his standing posture in the air, and there was a hint of caution in his eyes when he looked at Meng Yi.

When Zhao Meng suppressed his strength in the same realm as Meng Yi, he finally felt that Meng Yi was different, that is, with only that Ling Bo microstep, Meng Yi was able to easily dodge his attack, not to mention the Northern Spiritual Skill that had not been performed.

Now Zhao Meng has begun to regret it, he knew that if he was killed, he would not say that he would suppress his strength to the same level as Meng Yi, wouldn't this be lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot. However, as far as the current situation is concerned, Zhao Meng can only brew this bitter fruit and eat it himself.

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