"After all, he really defeated the Great Flame King, Yan Shen Ji."
"In today's era, he can also hope to compete for the title of contemporary martial arts champion."
Jiang Chen continued:
"This Qiao Jin of the Qiao family defeated the Great Yan Human King, but he is only ranked fifth on the power list. The four people ahead of him are all half-demons."
“Is this biased?”
It would be better if Jiang Chen didn't explain.
After his explanation, the looks of the storytellers around him became even more strange.
Finally, Qianliyan glanced at him with a half-smile, then turned his head and looked at Shunfenger:
"Shunfenger, you brought Jiang Chen here, right?"
"He has been in Tingchao Tower for quite some time now, so it's time to tell him more things, so that he won't make a fool of himself by talking."
"That's right." Shunfenger nodded and his eyes fell on Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen, your martial arts skills are mediocre, and only your Qinggong aptitude is passable. But we in Tingchao Tower don't fight with others, so knowing Qinggong and running fast is enough."
"As a storyteller in Tingchao Tower, you have done a good job... From today on, you are no longer considered a peripheral member. You must also get to know the real situation in the tower to avoid making a fool of yourself."
Jiang Chen was stunned at first, and then his breathing quickened.
In fact, Tingchaolou, a martial arts force, is obviously not ordinary.
In the past, the Martial Saint swept away all the big sects and families in the world, but missed out on the Tingchao Tower with a transcendent status... At first, Jiang Chen thought that this was probably because Tingchao Tower never caused trouble and did not have any top-notch martial arts secrets, so it was not in the eyes of the Martial Saint.
But the longer he stayed in Tingchao Tower, the more he felt that this force was mysterious and extraordinary. Even as a storyteller, he only knew a little bit of it.
Now, is it finally time for him to learn the truth about Tingchao Tower
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Just as Emperor Yan Taizu expected.
After Emperor Yonghe was assassinated, the Immortal Sect reacted quickly.
However, the reaction of the Immortal Sect was so huge that it exceeded the expectations of Emperor Yan Taizu.
Emperor Wuping ascended the throne within just one month.
Beacons were lit across Kyushu, and war reports flew to the imperial capital of Zhongzhou like snowflakes.
Except for Zhongzhou, righteous men in the other eight states rose up to resist the tyranny and heavy taxes of Dayan. The wave of uprising swept across the entire Kyushu in a short period of time.
The Eight Martial Kings rose up in rebellion, and the Nine Provinces were in chaos. The decrees of the Great Yan Emperor could hardly be implemented outside Zhongzhou.
"The Yonghe era is coming to an end... Haha, this era name is really not wrong." Emperor Taizu Yan read the battle report with a grim expression.
With the death of Emperor Yonghe, the fragile peace was shattered.
From now on, it will be the second battle between immortals and mortals after forty years.
When he returned to the world as the Great Yan King, he was naturally mentally prepared to go to war with the immortal cultivators.
However, he was also surprised by the speed of the Immortal Sect's actions... Obviously, the degree of corruption in the situation in various parts of Jiuzhou and the depth of public resentment were beyond his imagination, so that the Great Yan Dynasty quickly lost control of the other eight states.
"Don't panic, kid. No matter how big the problem is, our ancestors will take care of it." Taizu Yan patted the little emperor's shoulder gently and comforted him.
But when his eyes fell on the Human King Sword, his brows furrowed even deeper.
The light on the Human King's sword had almost disappeared by more than half, and it was much dimmer than when he killed Dao Ke in the palace a month ago.
"But don't forget that you are the Son of Heaven. If our ancestor passes away, it will be you who will hold up the sky." Taizu Yan said in a deep voice.
The little emperor nodded, seeming to understand.
"On the contrary, the attitude of the Da Dao Sect in Zhongzhou has become more moderate." Taizu Yan frowned deeply:
"Is it because the King of Qin has been killed by the Qiao family? Now that the situation in Jiuzhou is deteriorating, the Da Dao Sect will surely want a piece of the pie. I just don't know how they will intervene in the war."
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Among the mountains.
Wu Qiankun was holding the Tingchao Tower Martial Arts List in his hand, with a gloomy expression on his face, and it was obvious that he was not in a good mood.
Ever since his defeat to Qiao Shuangzhao, Wu Qiankun has been diligently hunting down immortal cultivators.
He had tasted the sweetness of the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art, but in just over a month, his strength had greatly improved.
As a result, during the fight, his title of number one on the God List was taken away by Qiao Jin
Reputation is a small matter.
The main reason was that he was suppressed by the Qiao family, which left some resentment in his heart.
But what he didn't expect was...
"It's a pity that Qiao Shuangqi failed in his attempt to assassinate Emperor Yonghe and died. It's because he was too weak." Wu Qiankun said calmly:
“It’s a bit of a pity.”
"If he were still alive, I would have another rival in the world. I could avenge my previous humiliation at his hands."
At this moment, a joking voice suddenly came from the side:
"Qiao Shuangzhao is dead, so let him be. If you want to find an opponent, you can go find Qiao Jin."
"If you beat Qiao Jin, won't the title of number one on the God List still be yours?"
The corner of Wu Qiankun's eye twitched slightly.
The person who said this was the Martial Saint, and he could not refute it.
"Qiao Jin and Qiao Shuangwei are from different generations of the Qiao family after all." Wu Qiankun said:
"I am confident that I can defeat Qiao Shuangzhao, but what about Qiao Jin..." Wu Qiankun hesitated.
He thought to himself that now all the martial artists in the world regarded Qiao Jin as a peerless master who was as famous as the Martial Saint, Yan Taizu, and Jian Zexian. However, he, Wu Qiankun, was a "Little Martial Saint" and was a head shorter than three or four of them. Wouldn't it be asking for trouble to challenge Qiao Jin
But he naturally wouldn't say this directly, so he changed his words:
"Qiao Jin has already defeated the 300-year-old Yan Taizu, so his strength must be quite good."
"Ancestor Yan is a 300-year-old martial arts legend. I am not sure I can defeat him, let alone Qiao Jin..."
"The founding emperor of Dayan..." Saint Wu was silent for a moment.
When he was young, he actually met the royal ancestor in the palace.
However, his martial arts skills were still low at that time, and he did not see the depth of Emperor Yan Taizu. He only knew that there was a powerful and discerning royal master in the palace.
"Ancestor Yan is nothing to worry about. He is just a pile of dry bones in a tomb." The Martial Saint shook his head and said:
"He has been sitting in the palace for three hundred years. In these three hundred years, how many super-quality people has he cultivated?"
There is not a single royal super product.
There are a few outsiders who are super talents, some of whom were pointed out by Yan Shenji, such as "The Butcher's Knife" and "The Commander of the Imperial Guards Chu Tianming".
"This person is an antique from three hundred years ago. He has always been stuck in the glory of the past and has long been left behind by the current era."
Ever since the Martial Saint swept across the martial arts world, collected top martial arts secrets, and established the Wu Ji Society.
The entire martial arts world was in a state of internal and external troubles. Under the dual pressure of extraordinary people and martial arts saints, it entered an era of great involution.
Even the lord of a small town, Guo Yan, could obtain the first half of such top-notch martial arts as the Blood and Flesh Transformation, the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art, and the Pure Yang Wuji Gong.
The backward sects were destroyed, and the warriors who lacked ambition were devoured.
After a bloody screening of three thousand talented martial arts disciples, less than a hundred people survived, and they were called the "Seventy-two Sages".
In this era, except for some warriors who were eliminated by the Martial Saint, the number of low- and high-level warriors in the entire martial arts world is actually greater than in previous eras.
Even so, in this world where there is the Holy Martial Arts Secret Art but no Taotie Heaven-Swallowing Art, the number of super-class warriors is only about thirty or forty - this is the estimate of the Wu Ji Association.
Although it has doubled or tripled compared to forty years ago, it is still far from enough to overthrow the Immortal Sect.
"No matter how powerful Yan Taizu is, he is only the strength of one person. He cannot cultivate several super-class people. He is far inferior to the changes I have brought to the martial arts world." The Martial Saint said calmly:
"So his martial arts is not the right way, has no future, and is nothing more than a great medicine in human form."
Chapter 279 The Demon Cat Returns a Favor (6k
In the eyes of the Martial Saint, Yan Taizu is just a great medicine in human form.
The Martial Saint once hoped that, after he faked his death, the warriors of this era would be able to give him a little surprise, with the emergence of a new leader and a new super-class martial art.
However, what he waited for was the King of Qin, a "martial artist", and figures like Yan Taizu.
Apart from a mysterious member of the Qiao family, the Martial Saint's dormancy did not lead to a good outcome.
Finally, he had to rely on the "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill" that he had painstakingly researched.
At this point, he has almost given up his fantasy.
"Qian Kun, send someone to tell Yan Shen Ji in the palace a message." The Martial Saint said:
"Hasn't the Imperial Court's Feiyu Guard been trying to find out about our Wu Ji Association recently? And they're also trying to get the secret manual?"
"Then give it to him."
"Tell him what the so-called method of qualitative change of super-grade internal energy is."
Wu Qiankun was startled:
"Godfather, what does this mean? Isn't this aiding the enemy?"
"Yan Shen Ji's martial arts has no future. It is just a medicine after all." The Martial Saint said:
“So we might as well grow this human-shaped herb a little bit fatter.”
In fact, in today's martial arts, all super warriors are considered to be pioneers at the forefront. There is no clear and definite path above the first level of spiritual cultivation, and no super warrior dares to say that he has not gone astray.
The super-quality transformation of internal strength is one of the mainstream super-quality martial arts explored in recent decades, but no one dares to say that this path is correct.
The road ahead may be a cliff, a smooth road, or even a path to obsession, who knows.
"Just bring that one sentence to Emperor Yan?" Wu Qiankun asked.
"True teaching is a single sentence, false teaching is ten thousand books. If Yan Shenji can't comprehend it, then he is just like that. It's a waste of time for me to pay attention to him." The Martial Saint said indifferently:
"After finishing this, we should leave Zhongzhou." Martial Saint said in a deep voice:
“The nine great sects value Yan Taizu because of the sword in his hand, but this is also a good thing.”
"If Yan Taizu is in the light, and he is stronger, he can attract more attention from the immortal sects, and it will be easier for us to act in the dark."
"Zhongzhou is now ruled by Yan Taizu, and Yan Taizu and Da Dao Sect are restraining each other, so the situation is relatively stable."
"If we continue to show up, we will have to face both Yan Taizu and Da Dao Sect at the same time."
"The other eight states have already fallen into chaos. Only by wading into such muddy waters can we better fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the fire."
What the Martial Saint and the Martial Extreme Society want to do is to hunt down immortal cultivators in order to achieve their own success.
The chaos in the other eight states is obviously caused by the secret interference of other immortal sects. The more actions taken by the immortal sects, the easier it will be for the Wu Ji Society to act.
"After leaving Zhongzhou, where should we go?" Wu Qiankun asked.
In fact, he knew the answer without asking.
He always picks on the weak to pick on. He originally did not approve of the Martial Saint's actions in Zhongzhou.
Among the Nine Provinces, the most barren place is in the southwest, which is full of mountains and sparsely populated. The immortal sect needs believers, and the Yunxiao Sect entrenched in the southwest province is probably the weakest one.
In addition, the Xuantian Sect in Nanzhou was also targeted by the other eight major sects because of Emperor Yonghe's worship of gods, and was severely damaged. It is also a good choice.
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Zhongzhou, a small town outside the Great Wall.
The former residents of this town were basically family members of the soldiers of the Great Yan Western Expedition Army.
Ever since the Qiao family brought them a letter from home and led three hundred old soldiers and the disabled elderly out of the city, this small town has basically become one of the gathering places for the disabled elderly in the isolated city.
This small town is where Hai Siyuan and others have been hiding for the past month.
At this time, Qiao Mu was in the inn in the small town, sitting at the table, gnawing on a roasted leg of lamb with one hand, and casually teasing the Impermanence demon cat lying on his shoulder with the other hand.
The doors and windows of the inn were closed, and it was announced to the outside world that it was closed, but the lobby was packed with veteran soldiers who had come from all over Zhongzhou.