Speaking of this, Elder Qingzhuo's expression gradually became serious.
I only heard Taoist Changqing continue:
"Although the Wuji Society is just a mortal organization, it is spread all over Kyushu."
"It's just that their headquarters is in Zhongzhou. Although I got this "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" from the Dongzhou Wu Jihui branch, I don't know who in the Wu Jihui this technique originated from."
"I may have to trouble Daoist Fellow Qingzhuo for this matter."
"If I can find the person who created the 'Sumeru Mountain King Sutra' in the Wu Ji Conference, I hope I can introduce him to my Changsheng Sect to learn martial arts, so that he can make the best use of his talents."
"Of course, if we cannot obtain this person, we should destroy him as soon as possible to avoid future troubles."
Taoist Changqing has already explained the interests involved and his requirements clearly.
Zhongzhou is the territory of the Da Dao Sect.
The Da Dao Sect is the hidden leader among the nine immortal sects. It occupies the densely populated area of Zhongzhou and has always been strong.
It's okay for the disciples with lower cultivation levels, but as a Nascent Soul elder, if True Man Changqing casually goes to the heart of Zhongzhou to look for a mere mortal warrior, he will easily be considered by the Da Dao Sect to have ulterior motives.
"I understand." Elder Qingzhuo nodded solemnly:
"I will report this matter to the headmaster immediately."
Mortals are like cattle and sheep to the immortals. All they need to do is offer incense.
Things like the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" should be eliminated by the immortal sect as soon as possible if there is even a hint that it may cause trouble thousands of years later.
Qingzhuo felt a little happy when he thought of this. If the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" was really as mysterious as Changqing Zhenren said, then what he did might be considered a small achievement, which could at least save some face in front of the headmaster.
“If I have really made a contribution, after I have investigated the Qiao family’s affairs in the overseas islands, I can return to the sect and ask the headmaster for some elixirs that can heal the foundation of Taoism.”
Elder Qingzhuo was about to stand up, but hesitated. A stone sword flew out from his sleeves and was held in his hand.
"Fellow Daoist Qingzhuo?" Taoist Master Changqing was puzzled.
"Actually, this sword..." Elder Qingzhuo held the stone sword in his hand, hesitant to speak.
This stone sword was actually transformed from the sword-demon from the past.
At first, Elder Qingzhuo had thought of bringing Jian Zexian, who had just transformed into a sword, back to the sect immediately to ask for help from the sect's masters in rebuilding his body... Later, he was in a hurry to heal his wounds, so how could he care about Jian Zexian
Therefore, the Exiled Sword Immortal is still just a stone sword today, and perhaps it is no longer possible for it to transform into a human being.
When he stood up just now, Elder Qingzhuo actually had a thought in his mind. He was wondering whether he should hand the stone sword in his hand to True Man Changqing to have a look.
Back then in the vast desert, no matter if it was a single member of the Qiao family or a single exiled sword immortal, they were actually no match for him.
But for some unknown reason, the "Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique" performed by the two of them together actually cut through the immortal gate formation covering the sky above the desert - you have to know that the internal energy of a warrior can only be released within a distance of ten meters.
At that time, both sides jointly performed the Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique, which instantly drained Qiao Mu's energy. The sword energy soared into the sky for more than a hundred meters.
Elder Qingzhuo couldn't understand the reason.
Because he knows nothing about mortal martial arts.
If Jian Zexian had devoted himself to cultivating immortals for decades and given up martial arts, he would have been easy to deal with... As a Yuanying Zhenren who is over a thousand years old, Elder Qingzhuo has rich experience in dealing with immortal cultivators.
No matter how talented Jian Zexian is, if he practices immortal cultivation in an unconventional way, he only has the realm but lacks advanced skills. How can he possibly compete with the elders of the top immortal sects
Elder Qingzhuo thought that the main reason for his downfall that day was that he looked down upon mortal warriors too much. After all, Jian Zexian, the former leader of martial arts, had also been defeated by him.
After thirty years of being abandoned in the desert, Jian Zexian's blood and internal strength have been declining and declining, and he is no longer at his peak. Logically speaking, he should be much weaker than when he was in his prime, but who knew that when he turned his body into a sword, he would have a sword energy that would soar into the sky
Elder Qingzhuo didn’t understand.
But after talking with his old friend Changqing Zhenren today, he felt that... If he handed the stone sword transformed by Jian Zexian to this person, with Changsheng Sect's research on mortal martial arts, perhaps he could answer the questions in his heart.
But when the time came, he finally swallowed the words.
If this matter were really told, he would have to mention how he was defeated by a mortal and how his foundation of Taoism was damaged... Then he would lose both face and dignity.
"Nothing, I have important matters to attend to, so I'll leave first." Elder Qingzhuo put the stone sword in his hand into his sleeve and finally got up and left.
After he went out, he thought about it and held a jade talisman in his hand to inform the head of the Da Dao Sect in Zhongzhou about the matter of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra".
... .
Rest on the edge of town.
Wu Qiankun walked towards Qiao Mu, his figure rising higher with each step.
He did not give Qiao Mu any room for choice, and it was obviously not some kind of competition where he would just stop at a certain point.
But Qiao Mu suddenly spoke:
"Wait a minute."
Wu Qiankun's pace did not change, but his expression was slightly colder:
"how?"
"I've already said I won't take your life, don't you even dare to fight me?"
His eyes were cold, with an invisible aura emanating from them, and there seemed to be an invisible knife light in his eyes.
This is a witnessing technique mastered by Wu Qiankun called "Mind Slash", which is an invisible sword of the mind.
Any warrior whose spiritual cultivation is not as good as his will more or less suffer from the mental shock and become temporarily unconscious.
If used against a warrior who has not yet entered the stage of spiritual cultivation, even a glance can make the opponent lose his mind.
However, this sharp gaze was like a drop in the ocean in Qiao Mu's eyes, without causing any ripples.
Have you no fear of me
His determination is strong enough... Wu Qiankun nodded indifferently.
"You don't even dare to think of killing me, so how dare you fight me?" Qiao Mu stretched his muscles and retorted:
"Be straightforward and stop beating around the bush." Qiao Mu hooked his finger:
"Come here and kill me if you have the guts!"
Wu Qiankun was stunned at first.
Then he laughed instead of getting angry.
Who is he, Wu Qiankun
Number one on the God List, the current leader of the Wu Ji Society, known as the warrior closest to the Martial Saint, and the strongest among the Martial Saint's 3,000 disciples.
Wu Qizhen, who used to be from Nanzhou and disguised himself as a Martial Saint, was born with special traits. He was able to kill Qingyang Taoist, a foundation-building cultivator from Xuantian Sect, even when he was surrounded by many cultivators.
Then, as the strongest disciple of the Martial Saint, Wu Qiankun would naturally be even stronger.
After obtaining the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art and devouring several strange people, he is no longer the same person he used to be. He thinks that there are not many people in the martial arts world who are qualified to be his enemy.
It is no exaggeration to say that Wu Qiankun is one of the top martial artists at the forefront of today's martial arts.
Of course, except for the Martial Saint.
No matter whether the Martial Saint is dead or alive, when Tingchao Tower compiles the martial arts rankings or anything else, the Martial Saint, who is far ahead of others, is excluded by default.
"I've long heard that the Qiao family is fearless and brave, and their reputation is well-deserved."
Wu Qiankun said calmly:
"I heard that back in Nanzhou, a member of the Qiao family once spoke out in front of the Martial Saint, asking if he could kill the Immortal if he devoured all of my Qiao family members' flesh, bones and blood?"
"So now..."
"It's time for you, the Qiao family, to sacrifice your lives for the greater good of the world!"
As soon as the words fell.
The dense round holes on Wu Qiankun's back burst out air again, and his figure instantly swept across the sky as fast as a meteor, leaving behind a fleeting black and red air streamer in the air.
"Blood and flesh change in a hundred ways, the ultimate transformation, flying star blasting fist!"
The fist swelled and turned red rapidly, and in an instant it expanded to half the size of a person, almost filling Qiao Mu's field of vision.
In the blink of an eye, Qiao Mu also moved.
"Demon Disintegration - Fourfold Waves."
Qiao Mu started by disintegrating the Heavenly Demon as usual, and the blood-colored energy enveloped his body and penetrated it, transforming into blood-colored ripples like the sea tide that gathered between his fists.
With a loud bang, the two men's fists collided, and a violent airflow swirled and swept in all directions.
Wayne, who was standing next to Qiumu, suddenly turned pale. He lifted his cloak and flew backwards dozens of meters before he managed to steady himself and land on the ground.
Although he was known to be the best in the world in terms of light Kung Fu, his own martial arts skills were only at the first level of spirit refining, and the aftermath of the fight between the two could knock him over.
After his feet landed on the ground, he looked up again and saw Qiao Mu and Wu Qiankun standing three or four meters apart. The ground beneath their feet had cracks like spider webs, and rocks and dirt were flying around, with air waves clearing away.
There was no change in the faces and expressions of both men, and Wayne couldn't tell who won or lost in the fight.
"Qiao family...so that's how it is...I understand." Wu Qiankun suddenly said in a low voice.
He suddenly leaped up, and air gushed out of the round hole on his back again. However, in just a few breaths, his figure had quickly gone away.
It is hard to say whether Wu Qiankun’s Supreme Transformation can allow him to fly for a long time.
But his burst in the air within a short distance is even stronger than the escape light of immortal cultivators, and it has also surpassed the concept of lightness skill.
"Is this the direction of the Wu Ji Association's development of the Flesh and Blood Transformation..." Qiao Mu seemed to be thinking about something. He stood with his fists clenched, his skin cracked and blood oozing out of the pores all over his body.
"Brother Joe?" Wayne was frightened by the blood-covered appearance of the man.
He was a little angry at first, but then the two men suddenly started fighting in the middle of their conversation, and he was almost caught up in the aftermath and injured.
"It's okay, just a flesh wound." Qiao Mu said calmly.
As he spoke, his flesh began to move, his pores contracted, and his cracked skin began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wayne's eye twitched when he saw this look.
"You top warriors, are you all so extravagant?"
... ..
Wu Qiankun flew across the sky, took a breath, his face pale, and inexplicably upset:
"We can't defeat him in a short time. If we want to decide the winner with him, it will take a long time. If we are defeated by strangers, it will be troublesome."
He had just exchanged punches with Qiao Mu, and had a rough idea of Qiao Mu's background.
"No need to rush." Wu Qiankun glanced back and calmed down again. He whispered to himself.
The Martial Saint was not the most dazzling person in the martial arts world of forty years ago.
When Jian Zexian had become the best in the world, Wu Shengren was only the eleventh and had not yet broken through to the super level.
What happened now? The Sword Exiled Immortal was gone, but the Martial Saint had become the unrivalled leader in the martial arts world.
Therefore, temporary victory or defeat is not important.
As long as he can keep a stable mentality and his spirit of martial arts is not affected, with Wu Qiankun's number one spiritual cultivation on the God List, his future will naturally be promising.
"Our opponents are aliens. While the Qiao family is still training hard, I only need to kill a few aliens to improve my martial arts skills."
"The next time I meet Qiao Shuangzhao, I'm afraid he will no longer be worthy of being my enemy."
As long as his mind and will can hold on, he can continue to make rapid progress through the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Technique.
As the number one on the God List, his attainments in the way of refining the spirit far surpass those of other martial arts masters, so his Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill has the greatest potential.
But despite this, there was still a big question echoing in his mind.
In the brief fight with Qiao Mu just now, he figured out one thing.
"Super martial artist Qiao Shuangzhao, why hasn't his internal energy reached super-quality transformation yet?" Wu Qiankun frowned, somewhat puzzled:
"The super-quality transformation of internal energy can be considered one of the mainstream super-quality martial arts. Why hasn't he, who has a double super-quality strength, reached this point yet?"
"The Qiao family isn't some self-made super-class person who practices martial arts on their own... They are clearly from a big martial arts family with more than one super-class person. Didn't their elders tell them about this?"
Wu Qiankun couldn't figure it out for a moment:
"You can't just deliberately store up your inner strength and not break through it, waiting for it to burst out one day? What's the logic behind this?"
"Is this a characteristic of the Qiao family's martial arts, or some kind of flaw?"
He could only keep this question in his mind.
Could it be that the Qiao family has lived on the overseas Knight Island for generations, and their martial arts are slightly different from those of Kyushu