Now it was Qiao Mu's turn to have his eyes twitching slightly. He looked closely in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who was speaking in the crowd had a faint horizontal line between his eyebrows. It turned out to be the storyteller Qianliyan from Tingchao Tower.
Clairvoyant didn't notice Qiao Mu's gaze, and continued to talk non-stop under everyone's gaze:
"The Qiao family once told me that the Qiao family is connected by blood, so they can come here by following the blood connection."
"In an instant, we can cross a thousand miles!"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime teleportation for the Qiao family! As long as the younger generation encounters misfortune, the Qiao family elders will rush over quickly! This is an instinct engraved in their blood!"
"Is it really that mysterious?" Others obviously didn't believe it:
"Xue Changhe, the number one blood family on the Jin Ranking, is gifted with extraordinary talents and can pass down his skills from generation to generation."
"The Qiao family's special talent is the ability to teleport once in a lifetime? Isn't this even more outrageous than the Blood family's?"
"It's really outrageous." Clairvoyance nodded quietly:
“So I suspect that the Qiao family is actually a half-demon family, so their bodies are strong, and there is demonic power in their blood, which allows them to teleport once in their lifetime!”
"What a mess... Don't believe in rumors or spread them." Qiao Mu looked at him with a slightly new respect.
This clairvoyant was very honest when he was with him, but who knew he was such a big talker behind his back.
I heard that he was a pillar of the strange news school. Now it seems that this rumor is well-made and quite deceptive.
He was about to step forward and talk, but suddenly he felt something and looked behind him.
Suddenly, several beams of light streaked across the sky outside the inn, coming quickly from far away.
They were several monks wearing the robes of the Da Dao Sect. They all had stern expressions and stood on flying swords, gourds and other magical weapons, looking down at the warriors in the inn.
"The warriors of the Qiao family committed a serious mistake and threw dirty water on our Xianmen Da Dao Sect. And the Wu Ji Society is also rebellious."
"You, the storyteller, ignore the facts and insult our sect. You are most likely a member of the Qiao family!"
"What?" The inn was originally bustling and almost packed with people, but at this moment it was dead silent. Many people silently made way for Jiang Chen, the long-robed storyteller in the inn, to appear in front of the Dao Sect cultivators.
"You are quite sensible." The leading foundation-building cultivator laughed:
“It’s a little late.”
"You can atone for your sins by joining my sect and becoming a martial slave for ten years."
Everyone suddenly became furious:
"This Immortal Sect is so perverse, it has never been like this before."
"Because things are different now than before." The leading foundation-building cultivator's eyes turned cold:
"If you want to blame someone, just blame the Qiao family for trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm. If the King of Qin were here... it would be another matter."
If the King of Qin were still alive, the Immortal Sect would retreat behind the scenes, and the King of Qin would suppress human disasters in the Great Qin Palace, making it a place of great worship and a fairyland on earth.
But when the Qin King incident happened, the reputation of the Da Dao Sect was greatly affected, so the situation naturally got out of control.
Many immortal monks died tragically at the hands of mortals. How could the Da Dao Sect pretend that nothing happened
No matter whether it is the Wu Ji Association or the Qiao family, no matter whether the Martial Saint faked his death and came back to life or is the so-called "King of the South", they are destined to not escape the revenge of the Immortal Sect and will die one day!
It's not just the Wu Ji Society and the Qiao family. How can the Immortal Sect tolerate storytellers who gossip and dare to tell stories like "the Qiao family used martial arts to defeat the immortals" in public
Now that the story of King Qin has been blown, the cultivators of the Da Dao Sect can only step to the front. Moreover, because their reputation has been damaged, they will have to be tougher than before in order to undermine the mortals' will to resist and re-establish the authority of the immortals.
If immortals are not strong, if they can be easily defeated by some martial artists, how can they be called immortals, how can they allow the world to worship them and enjoy the incense offerings
"Those who gossip and insult our sect should be killed!" A sharp light flashed in the leading monk's eyes, and a flying sword whizzed past!
At this moment.
Qiao Mu also looked up.
At the moment the flying sword fell, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in the void. It was like an illusory sword light that seemed real but unreal, and it bloomed from Qiao Mu's eyes like a sudden thunder.
The hearts of those several foundation-building monks were shocked, and their bodies tilted slightly in the air.
At the same time, several sharp arrows flew through the air outside the inn, barely brushing past the figures of these foundation-building monks.
"Are there really remnants of the Wu Ji Society?" The faces of these Foundation Establishment cultivators turned pale, and they obviously regarded the two almost simultaneous waves of attacks as the same group of people.
"Chase!"
In the distance, there were several warriors performing lightness skills and fleeing quickly by stepping on the roofs. However, no matter how good their lightness skills were, how could they withstand the escape light of the immortal cultivators
Before they escaped from the town, these warriors were caught up by those immortal cultivators.
But at this moment, Wu Qiankun stepped out from the shadows in the corner. He stared at these foundation-building cultivators with an expression that was difficult to conceal:
"Such a simple trick can catch fish? Immortal cultivators have been arrogant for too long."
Chapter 261: First on the God List (5k
"Little Martial Saint, Wu Qiankun?"
Qiao Mu looked towards a corner of Anxi Town, where a warrior was confronting several Dao Sect monks.
He and Wayne were listening to a storyteller in the inn when they happened to see a monk from the Da Dao Sect taking action, so they chased after him.
Wu Qiankun was a middle-aged man in his 30s or 40s, with a sturdy build, stern brows and sharp eyes. He did not use any disguise to cover his face, and appeared in his original appearance.
"Brother Qiao, it's best not to look directly at Wu Qiankun." Wayne beside him reminded him at this time.
"Wu Qiankun is the first person on the God List. He is the closest warrior to the Martial Saint in the world. The title of Little Martial Saint is not in vain." Wayne had dealt with Wu Qiankun several times before. At this time, he did not look directly at Wu Qiankun, but explained to Qiao Mu:
"It is said that a person like Wu Qiankun has an incredibly strong intuition for refining his spirit, and has reached the realm of 'the cicada knows the coming of autumn before the wind blows'."
"Even a gaze from a very long distance might alarm him, so he is extremely difficult to be ambushed or spied on."
"You could say... He is the only one who gets to spy on others, but no one else gets to spy on him."
A powerful martial artist could even mislead the intuition of a weaker martial artist, just like a fake move on the basketball court.
Qiao Mu nodded slightly. He also wanted to see Wu Qiankun's skills, so he just watched him out of the corner of his eye, his eyes fixed on the several foundation-building monks.
Obviously, those foundation-building cultivators also recognized Wu Qiankun.
Although the monks of the Da Dao Sect had never looked down upon ordinary warriors, they recognized the person who came.
They were looking to cause trouble for the Wu Ji Society and the Qiao family, so it was impossible that they didn't even recognize Wu Qiankun.
With a thought, these foundation-building monks stepped on the magic weapons under their feet, transformed into several rays of light and quickly rose into the sky.
It's not about running away, it's just about keeping some distance and bullying the mortal warriors who can't fly.
Immortal cultivators can control flying swords, drive magic weapons, draw talismans and cast spells, and their attack range is much longer than that of warriors. So why do they need to engage in close combat with warriors
These monks stayed in the air about thirty or forty meters high, each of them practicing magic spells, and lightning burst out from their palms as they fell from the sky.
A warrior in the world, no matter how skilled in martial arts, still needs to rely on leverage. He cannot just step on his right foot with his left foot to fly into the sky.
Even for a martial artist who has cultivated his spiritual power, the maximum range of his internal energy is ten meters.
So these monks stayed in the air about thirty or forty meters above the ground, neither far nor near.
If he got too close, there would be a risk of being attacked by the warriors. If he was too far, the magic they cast might be predicted and avoided by Wu Qiankun with his spiritual intuition.
"The same trick again?" Wu Qiankun sneered.
Obviously, these Dao Sect monks were not the first ones he had killed.
His figure flashed continuously, and he moved swiftly amidst the thunders, as if he was strolling in the garden.
Even a first-grade martial artist who has attained the state of spiritual cultivation cannot resist the magic of the immortals, but relying on his keen intuition, he can dance on the edge of a knife and dodge attacks in a split second.
"The immortal cultivators flew up to the sky. This is also a common method of bullying warriors." Qiao Mu said:
"So, what means will Wu Qiankun use to deal with the so-called number one on the contemporary god list?"
Qiao Mu was really curious. It was obvious that Wu Qiankun had a purpose and must have a method to target immortal cultivators.
"Could it be... the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon?" Qiao Mu guessed.
The Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon is a super-level light skill created by the previous generation of super-level warrior, the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon. It is considered an extraordinary light skill.
And this "Eight-Armed Sky Dragon" was actually the best in the world in terms of lightness Kung Fu forty years ago.
He, like other super martial artists such as the "Spear Saint" and "Pao Ding's Butcher's Knife", had already died at the hands of the Martial Saint thirty years ago.
Therefore, of course, the Martial Saint also has such a superb light skill in his hands.
"That may not be the case." Wayne was very calm:
"Super-grade Qinggong is not that easy to practice. Although there are many martial arts secrets in the Wuji Association's arsenal, who can learn all of them?"
Wayne is not a super-class person, but he is known as the best in the world for his lightness skills, so his vision is naturally good.
Wu Qiankun was very calm. While dodging, he looked up at the cultivators standing on their magic weapons and said slowly:
"Immortal cultivators are always arrogant."
"I don't know that the progress of human martial arts in the past few decades has surpassed the past hundreds of years."
"Have you ever heard of..." Wu Qiankun suddenly asked:
"In ancient times, were there people who could ride the wind?"
The most perfect person
Qiao Mu and Wayne looked at each other.
Although I don't know what Wu Qiankun wants to do, but from what I hear, could it be that he has the ability to fly with the wind? Similar to the super-level light skill Tianlong Eight Steps
However, what responded to Wu Qiankun was a series of wind blades hitting his body.
These Dao Sect cultivators had no interest in playing guessing games with Wu Qiankun. While he was talking, they performed several spells one after another, and several wind blades just brushed past Wu Qiankun's back.
This time, the wind blade almost hit Wu Qiankun's body. It cut through the armor on his back, revealing his broad back with full and distinct muscles.
Wu Qiankun had no expression. He was neither anxious nor annoyed. He just said:
"In ancient times, there was a wise man who rode the wind to the sky. He held the sun and the moon in his hands and walked with them, returning the light to the sky."
Wu Qiankun slightly lowered his body, the internal strength of his toes burst out, and his body shot up into the sky like an arrow.
Although his internal energy burst out at an extremely fast speed, he only jumped to a height of more than ten meters in the air.
No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you still need to use the force. Now Wu Qiankun could only jump to a height of more than ten meters even with all his strength. His body stagnated and he was about to become a living target in the air.
This even made those foundation-building monks feel a little funny.
Who wouldn’t love a living target that’s delivered to your doorstep
"Bone-eating fire!" They each used their own spells, and blazing flames formed a sea of fire in the air, trying to completely surround Wu Qiankun, who had no support in the air.
However, Wu Qiankun's expression remained unchanged, and instead the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Now, it's your turn to pay the price for your arrogance." Wu Qiankun was in the air, his eyes wide open:
"Blood and flesh change in a hundred ways, and people change!"
At this moment.
The flesh and blood on his originally broad and strong back began to wriggle and change.
A row of dense round holes suddenly formed on the back, which was as angular as marble.
Chichichichichichichi!
Streams of air spurt out from the dense round holes!
Wu Qiankun, whose figure was originally stagnant in the air, suddenly leaped upwards, and a black and red energy drew a long ribbon in the air, and collided head-on with the three Dao Sect cultivators with the force of thunder.
Just one punch.
The protective light on the bodies of the three cultivators shattered, and their bodies were grabbed by Wu Qiankun's suddenly expanding big hand.
Wu Qiankun grabbed three cultivators in one hand and gradually landed from the sky.
By the time his feet touched the ground, the three cultivators who were clenched in his hands had become as dry as dead branches and were completely silent.
Wu Qiankun opened his hands and put the dried remains of the three cultivators into the storage bag on his waist.
Storage bags are originally creations of the immortal way, and most of them have immortal way restrictions. Only a few are storage bags that do not have restrictions and can also be used by warriors.
As the second-in-command of the Wu Ji Society, Wu Qiankun naturally has such things.
"One day of killing is better than many years of hard training."