Because he is the pioneer of martial arts, the one who stands at the front of the road, cutting through thorns and building bridges.
He crossed the river by feeling the stones along the way and built a bridge over the turbulent river ahead, naturally in order to build a bridge across the river.
Those who cut through the thorns and brambles walk slowly so that those who come after them can walk faster.
Hai Wuya, who studied in prison for thirty years, probably thought the same way.
As he thought of this, Qiao Mu's eyes fell on a strong dark-skinned young man who was holding a stone lock in a corner of the courtyard.
The stone lock weighs a thousand pounds, but the dark and strong young man keeps squatting with the stone lock in his hand. It's not as light as a feather, but he does it with ease.
"Huh? This man is lifting a thousand-pound stone lock so easily. Has he not yet developed internal strength and is still in the initial stage of training strength in martial arts?" Qiao Mu's eyes moved and fell on the face of the dark and strong young man.
The limit of an ordinary person's strength training is only about 500 kilograms, but this person's strength exceeds 1,000 kilograms, and he has not yet developed internal strength. He is obviously different from an ordinary martial artist.
"Born with divine power? Innate talent? Or a half-demon physique?"
This young man was one of the two beast slaves that Qiumu rescued from the tiger's mouth when he first entered Southwest Province.
At that time, he was dark and thin, with an unremarkable appearance. Now, in just seven or eight days, he has become much bigger, and the change is quite significant.
Qiao Mu stepped forward and asked a few detailed questions. If this person was a promising martial artist, he would naturally not hesitate to give him guidance.
"Senior Qiao, my name is Chen Heihu..." The dark and strong young man looked at Qiao Mu's face and continued:
"My family used to live in Xishan Village, west of the city."
"Xishan Village? Really?" Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.
He did not say much, but just narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was an invisible power that was almost invisible, like an invisible sword edge, which made the dark and strong young man Chen Heihu dare not lie, and he said in a low voice;
"It's true."
"I have heard Senior Qiao mention Xishan Village several times in the villa these days, so I am waiting here today."
Although Chen Heihu was born an animal slave and looked rough and somewhat scheming, it seemed that he was not lying.
"Since you are from Xishan Village, then tell us more about this village."
"This Xishan Village is not easy to find. Xishan is always shrouded in fog, and it is difficult for outsiders to find it." Chen Heihu said:
"It just so happens that only at noon on the first day of every month will the fog dissipate and people can enter and leave the village."
Qiao Mu seemed to be thinking about something. This sounded a bit strange... Was it because these hundred thousand mountains had some other magical powers
"The village chief of the mountain village has always been the head of the Zhao family, who is the descendant of the former spear master. The current head of the family is named Zhao Hu, and he is a very powerful warrior."
"However, actually I am not a native resident of Xishan Village. I just got lost in the fog one day a few years ago and was rescued by Sister Li from that mountain village. Since then, I have lived in the village for several years." Chen Heihu said.
It was a coincidence that he found Xishan Village.
But such a secluded place in the mountains, guarded by the descendants of the Spear Saint for generations, naturally made him willing to live there permanently.
There are monsters roaming outside the Shiwan Mountains, and the city is not a clean place either, it's even worse than Xishan Village.
However, when Chen Heihu said this, his expression looked a little unhappy.
"Sister Li left the village not long after. She seemed to be ill and her face looked bad. I was left alone in the village. I later learned that her real name was Qing Li, and she had made a great name in the martial arts world, known as the 'Demon Spear'."
"It's okay. Your sister Li will definitely live a long life." Qiao Mu said casually:
"Because long live Sister Li."
Chen Heihu was stunned for a moment, not understanding the joke. After a pause, he continued:
"I originally thought that Xishan Village Chief Zhao Hu was also a kind-hearted person."
"Who would have thought that not long after Sister Li left, he changed his face and looked unhappy all day long. Not long after, he insisted on driving me, an outsider, away."
"Of course, I am indeed an outsider, but I did a lot of farm work during the years I lived in Xishan Village. I am not a lazy person." Chen Heihu said ramblingly:
"If he had waited until the first day of the new year, when the fog in the mountains had cleared, he would have let me go."
"But he didn't wait until the first day of the new year. He drove me away on the 30th of last month."
"As soon as I left, I got lost in the fog around Xishan Village." When he said this, Chen Heihu's expression became even more bitter:
"Not long after, we encountered monsters in the mountains one after another. We ran for our lives and almost died in the monsters' mouths."
"Although he didn't die in the end, he was spotted by the immortal of Yunxiao Sect and ended up being reduced to a beast slave, feeding Feihu and cleaning up his shit all day long."
This is also the reason why Chen Heihu mistook Qiao Mu for a transformed demon when he first met him.
It is true that I was scared out of my wits while escaping from the mouth of a big monster those days.
"This is quite interesting. Many people in Southwest Province say that the descendants of the Spear Saint are very successful, but you say that the descendants of the Spear Saint almost indirectly killed you." Qiao Mu's eyes fell on Chen Heihu's face.
"Senior Qiao, I don't blame Zhao Hu... I am indeed an outsider, and they have no obligation to protect me." Chen Heihu said in a muffled voice:
"But after all, I almost died because of this. It would be a lie to say that I don't have any resentment in my heart."
"Well, practice well. Your strength is still a little weak." Qiao Mu said casually:
"If you still have a grudge, I'll take you back to Xishan Village next time and you can confront Zhao Hu in person."
"This time, I'll let you off the hook."
The seven-day period has arrived, and tomorrow Qiao Mu will go to Xishan Village as agreed.
The storyteller Qianliyan had previously told Qiao Mu the route to Xishan Village, so it was naturally not difficult to get there.
Chapter 286 Damn, she pretended (6k
It was noon and the sun was high in the sky.
Qiao Mu and Wuchang, a demon cat that had transformed into a human, walked side by side on the mountain road. The fog in front of them gradually dissipated in the sunlight, revealing the mountain village on the hillside in the distance.
"We are almost there, Xishan Village."
"Remember, my name is Zhou Mu now. Don't call me that. OK?" Qiao Mu reminded Wu Chang beside him.
The Qiao family's reputation is very well-known among the martial arts world, so he could easily find out about the affairs of Xishan Village.
But his reputation is too great. If the Gun Saint were to be reborn, he would be considered his junior, so he does not intend to use the name of the Qiao family this time.
Wuchang opened his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and with a face like a young girl, he whispered: "Zhou... Zhou..."
"When did I ever teach you how to reduplicate words?" Qiao Mu sighed, feeling a little overwhelmed.
He wasn't quite sure how old this demon cat was, but after transforming, she looked like a young girl, but she couldn't speak fluently.
If it was the original cat form, it would be fine. After all, cats are a little silly, which makes them look more adorable.
But Wuchang has this girlish face, with a wise expression, and even though she doesn't speak clearly, she has an unconcealable naive temperament.
"Forget it, just be quiet today and talk less. The less you say, the fewer mistakes you make, okay?" Qiao Mu said.
"I understand." Wuchang nodded pretentiously, but his big round eyes still revealed a bit of wisdom.
At this time, the mountain village ahead was already close.
The area around Xishan Village is usually shrouded in thick fog all day long. Although it is noon now and the fog has dissipated, there are still dewdrops on the green grass beside the mountain road.
Xishan Village is backed by Xishan Mountain, with houses scattered in an orderly manner, and it seems that there are thousands of households.
However, at this time, there were already more than a hundred people gathered at the entrance of the village. Most of them were dressed in short and tight clothes, and they were obviously martial artists who had come here after hearing the news.
The moment Qiao Mu and Wu Chang walked into the village entrance, several gazes from the crowd immediately turned to them, met Qiao Mu's gaze for a brief moment, and then separated.
"Huh? Is there really a master who covets this 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' Spear? " Wu Qiankun and Qiao Mu only made eye contact for a brief moment, then tacitly looked away, though they were a little surprised.
Super-level warriors like them who have cultivated their spirits have extremely sharp intuition. Even if both sides have used flesh and blood to transform their faces and hide their identities, they can still vaguely sense each other.
"This person is quite powerful. His eyes are restrained, like a sword that has not been unsheathed. Although he has not yet revealed his edge, he already has some momentum." Wu Qiankun seemed to be thinking about something.
"From this, it seems that this person's martial arts cultivation of the soul refining way is not inferior to mine."
"Is the reputation of the Spear Saint so resounding? Besides me, there are other martial artists who have cultivated their spirits and are superior in rank, rushing to this remote place?"
Although Wu Qiankun was a little surprised, that was all.
Having a strong spiritual cultivation level only means that one has a strong mind and sharp intuition, but it does not mean that one is strong in actual combat.
After mastering the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art and hunting down many immortal cultivators in succession, Wu Qiankun's martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds.
In the era of great internal competition after the Martial Saint created the Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret, the number and quality of high-quality warriors that were born have exceeded any previous era.
The unique martial arts technique of Taotie Swallowing Heaven is a groundbreaking martial arts technique for the old martial arts world.
From the day when the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art came into the world, Wu Qiankun knew that from now on, he would never meet an rival in the martial arts world.
The Taotie devour the sky; their enemies are no longer the warriors on earth, but the immortals in heaven.
The current Wu Qiankun is no longer the same person he used to be. Even if the former martial arts leader, the Spear Saint, were to be reborn, he would probably not be his match.
After all, no matter how strong the Spear Saint's attainments in spearmanship are, even if he was the best in the martial arts world in the past, he was still practicing ancient martial arts. Wu Qiankun could ultimately overwhelm others with his strength and defeat ten skills with one force!
In the martial arts world, the only people who can compete with Wu Qiankun are Yan Shenji, an anomaly who has lived for 300 years...
Yan Shen Ji is an anomaly that does not belong to this era. According to common sense, there can only be one but not two.
After all, how could it be possible that a bunch of peerless masters that even Wu Qiankun knew nothing about would suddenly appear out of cracks in the rocks
No matter how strong the hidden warrior who practices ancient martial arts is, he can never be stronger than the Spear Saint or the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon of the past.
The strong people who practice modern martial arts all have a close relationship with Wu Ji, and Wu Qiankun will definitely not be completely ignorant of it.
So if we round it off, Wu Qiankun can be considered the strongest martial artist in the martial arts world today, second only to the Four Great Masters and above ten thousand people.
But just as he thought of this, Wu Qiankun suddenly remembered Qiao Shuangzhao, a member of the Qiao family who had once fought with him, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Normally speaking... .
There are at most one or two powerful hidden masters.
Because martial arts are not practiced in deep mountains and old forests, without having been in the world, without having defeated all the heroes of the time, and without having experienced life-and-death battles, how can one be called a strong man
But what the hell is going on with the Qiao family
Yan Shen Ji was a martial arts legend for three hundred years, but how could he be defeated by a previously unknown elder of the Qiao family
"My thoughts are confused." Wu Qiankun frowned.
For some reason, he felt a little confused from the beginning...
"Perhaps it's because I've killed too many immortal cultivators recently, and my mind is not clear enough, so I occasionally have distracting thoughts..."
"Although we are trying to seize the martial arts today, we still have to give the Spear Saint some respect. After all, he is a martial arts elder of my adoptive father's generation."
"If the descendants of the Spear Saint want to follow the rules, then let's follow the rules first."
Wu Qiankun's eyes fell on a black-haired young man who was standing beside him with a gun and his figure was as straight as a pine tree.
"Rulong. Today's outcome depends entirely on the gun in your hand." Wu Qiankun said softly.
"Of course." The black-haired young man had long hair like a waterfall and a cold expression:
"Since the descendants of the Spear Saint are looking for a successor to the Spear Technique, it would be hard to find someone who can rival me in the entire Nine Provinces."
His name is Wu Rulong. He is one of the seventy-two sages who have survived from the three thousand martial arts genius disciples of the Martial Saint, and ranks fiftyth.
Now that he has switched to practicing Taotie Swallowing Heaven Technique, he has already entered the first level of Spirit Refining. All he needs is time and accumulation of fighting before he can reach the super level.
As one of the seventy-two sages, he was the disciple with the highest aptitude in spearmanship among the Martial Saint's disciples, and naturally met the selection criteria for the Spear Saint's descendants.
The wanderers gathered in groups of three or five, not many of them talked, they just waited quietly.
Soon, a thin old man with a short beard walked out of the crowd.
"My name is Zhao Hu, and I am the current patriarch of the Zhao family." The old man bowed.
This old man did not look very good, with sunken eye sockets, sparse hair, pale complexion, and several layers of wrinkles on his forehead. He looked like a warrior whose energy and blood had declined and who was entering his old age.
Only his eyes were still bright. He glanced around and finally fell on Qiao Mu, Wu Qiankun and others who were in disguise. His expression visibly stiffened slightly.
"Huh?" Qiao Mu was a little surprised.
This old man named Zhao Hu should be a first-level spirit cultivator, but his intuition is extremely sharp and he vaguely sensed his presence.
But no matter how sharp he was, he looked pale and sick, and it was obvious that his energy and blood had declined severely. If he really started fighting, he would probably have little strength left.
Zhao Hu was not the only member of the Zhao clan present. Qiao Mu looked around and found that there were no strong people worthy of attention.
Even Zhao Hu is the only first-grade martial god.
Come to think of it, in the old martial arts world where people practiced ancient martial arts, super-class martial arts legends were still rare.