Not to mention the Gun Saint.
Even as powerful as Emperor Yan Taizu, he has not been able to train a super warrior among his royal descendants in the past three hundred years.
Only through the imperial court could they recruit talents from other families throughout the Nine Provinces, find the outstanding ones among them, and give them special training one by one. This is how the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard, Chu Tianming, appeared.
The sick old man Zhao Hu coughed lightly, his eyes rolling around Qiao Mu and the others:
"In fact, I just want to find a young talent who is willing to quell the rebellion and inherit my father, the Spear Saint's "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" and carry on his last wish."
"You are all famous masters in the martial arts world of Kyushu. I don't think you are here to compete with the younger generation."
"In fact, I am not young anymore, and my eyesight is dim. If you masters can watch the fight and teach the younger generation martial arts, and help my Zhao family select a hero, it will solve the urgent need of Xishan Village."
"I actually have a small gift prepared. It is the martial arts experience left by my father. I would like to share it with you."
After these words were spoken, the martial artists calmed down a little, and did not give up the idea of fighting because of the so-called "Spear Saint's martial arts experience."
After all, the martial arts secrets have always been in the hands of the strong.
Your Zhao family has its own rules. Although the Spear Saint was famous, he died long ago. Now the Zhao family only has such an old man in his twilight years. Why should we talk about rules with you
These martial artists did not rush forward on the spot and force Zhao Hu to hand over the secret book directly, which showed that the Spear Saint still had some influence.
Finally, Wu Qiankun was the first to speak out.
"That makes sense." He said loudly:
"The Spear Saint was a heroic figure in the past. Anyone who can inherit his spear skills must be a young hero, not an old immortal with a thick skin like a city wall."
"Oh? Who are you talking about who's immortal?" A white-haired old weirdo in the crowd sneered. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw a blur in front of his eyes, and suddenly a burly figure like an iron tower appeared in front of him.
But after a scream, the white-haired old monster was torn into two halves by Wu Qiankun, with blood splattering and flesh and blood blurred.
"Such a master actually supports the descendant of the Spear Saint?" The Jianghu people were surprised:
"With his strength, can't he just rob it directly? Why does he have to follow the rules?"
Under Wu Qiankun's intimidation, although everyone had doubts, no one spoke out.
Wu Qiankun was obviously supporting Zhao Hu.
Firstly, he had great confidence in Wu Rulong.
After all, this is the man recognized by the Martial Saint as the number one spearmanship genius in Kyushu.
Secondly, he still has respect for the Spear Master.
The super-class warriors, led by the Spear Saint, were the first group of super-class warriors to die at the hands of the Martial Saint.
Thirty years ago, with the strength of nine people, they united as one, the winner lived and the loser died, and they created a martial saint with unprecedentedly powerful cultivation.
Except for the exiled swordsman who escaped from the battlefield, Wu Qiankun respected all the super-class warriors of the same generation as the Martial Saint.
So although Zhao Hu and others in front of him were not very strong and were not worthy of Wu Qiankun's attention, he was willing to speak out to maintain a little dignity for the descendants of the Spear Saint.
"You're right. Young people are the pillars of Kyushu." Qiao Mu coughed lightly and stood up.
He did not make a move, but just glanced at everyone with his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became cold.
Everyone's heart was shocked in an instant. They were just looked at, but it felt like they were being cut by a sword, and their skin felt painful as if it was being cut by a knife.
"These are two very formidable martial arts masters. Are they related to the former Spear Saint?"
Although the people in the martial arts world were unwilling, they naturally did not dare to act rashly in person.
"Thank you both for your help... May I know your names?" Zhao Hu asked.
"My last name is Di." Wu Qiankun said casually, standing aside with his eyes closed, not saying much to Zhao Hu.
It was not easy for him to reveal his true identity, after all, the Martial Saint had killed Zhao Hu's father.
If I really tell my name, there might be some fool in Xishan Village who would overestimate his own abilities and come to seek revenge.
"My last name is Zhou, Zhou Mu." Qiao Mu said.
"Zhou Mu?" Wu Qiankun frowned.
"Are there any other Zhous in this world who are as skilled as you? Another one popped out from the cracks in the rocks?"
"You are such a coward. Do you dare to tell the truth?" Wu Qiankun said coldly with his eyes open.
"It's just that you are ignorant." Qiao Mu said seriously:
"I am Zhou Mu, from the royal family of the previous Great Zhou Dynasty."
"The Great Zhou Dynasty? If you want to make it up, make it more realistic." Wu Qiankun snorted coldly:
"The royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty has the surname Zhou?"
Qiao Mu was stunned this time, thinking that Emperor Yan had made him look bad.
It turned out that Emperor Taizu Yan was a crude and uneducated warrior who simply used his own surname as the name of the country.
Did he think this was the custom of the dynasties in this world
"This Zhou is not that Zhou. Doesn't this show that you are ignorant?" Qiao Mu said seriously:
“I’m not talking about the Great Zhou Dynasty three hundred years ago, but the Great Jo Dynasty three thousand years ago.”
I am a member of the royal family of the Jo Dynasty, so it makes sense for me to have the last name Jo, right
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Zhao Hu quickly took out a thin booklet from his pocket:
"This is the martial arts experience left by my father..."
One has to say that Zhao Hu had a sharp eye. As soon as he took out the booklet, both of them were diverted and no one said anything more.
At this time, he turned his head again and looked at the other Jianghu people:
"Everyone."
"We are going to select a martial arts hero, so the rules are naturally very simple, and the winner will be decided by fists."
"The top of the West Mountain behind me is where the former Spear Saint practiced his martial arts."
"We in Xishan Village will leave gatekeepers on the mountain road. The one who can pass through the three gates and reach the top of the mountain, and then win the fight on the top of the mountain, will naturally be the successor of the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear."
"But you are all martial arts heroes. It would be a pity if you were injured here. This is not a life-and-death fight. I hope you will show mercy and stop when it's enough."
Behind Zhao Hu, villagers from Xishan Village also came forward one by one.
After all, this family produced a spear master, so of course this family is not weak, and there are many strong and sturdy warriors with broad backs and strong muscles.
"That's it, Wuchang, it's decided to be you." Qiao Mu patted the shoulder of the demon cat Wuchang beside him.
He had previously learned a rough idea about the monster tribe from Qianliyan, the storyteller at Tingchao Tower.
The big monster that people talk about actually refers to the big monster that warriors cannot fight against.
In the Jiuzhou Warrior System, the first rank is the end point.
The difference between first-class and super-class is like the difference between a PhD and a postdoctoral fellow.
The former is the highest level recognized by the court, but it does not mean that you have reached the end of this road.
The so-called big monsters refer to those monsters that are far stronger than the first-grade spiritual warriors.
Although the demon race has also declined like the immortal cultivators, they are after all a powerful race of creatures that once competed with the immortal cultivators.
Among the warriors in the world, only the rare and extraordinary warriors can compete with him.
Therefore, Qiao Mu has great confidence in Wuchang, the demon cat that has absorbed countless death energy.
"I understand." Wu Chang raised his head, nodded pretentiously, and then asked in a low voice:
"But what does it mean to stop at that point?"
"... I mean to tell you to hold back and not kill anyone. You must remember this." Qiao Mu helplessly held his forehead.
"Also, remember to speak politely. After all, the Zhao family is the descendant of the Spear Saint, and they have a good reputation."
Although Chen Heihu, the beast slave in the villa, said that Zhao Hu had ulterior motives, Qiao Mu naturally would not believe one-sided words.
At this time, the sun was high in the sky, and the wanderers had already begun to climb the mountain road behind, following the guidance of the Zhao clan members.
A few older masters, including Qiao Mu and Wu Qiankun, were treated as guests by Zhao Hu. They followed him up another mountain road and watched the fight from afar.
There was a crowd of people, and many Zhao family warriors stood in front of the mountain road, stopping the martial artists in front of them.
"Everyone, this level will test your spear skills."
"If you can defeat any of us in spearmanship alone, you will pass the test."
The Zhao family warrior pointed to the side, where there were various spears prepared in advance on the weapons rack.
"As expected, my spear skills will be tested..." Qiao Mu touched his chin, feeling a little troubled.
Although he had Wuchang learn a little about spearmanship in seven days, what could he learn in seven days? Just some basic skills... huh
Now Qiao Mu saw Wuchang picking up two iron spears and holding them in his hands.
Dual guns? Qiao Mu had never taught him that, and even he found it a little strange.
"Practicing dual guns?" Everyone noticed this scene and was a little surprised:
"Although dual-guns is also a spear technique, the Spear Saint's "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" is a single-gun spear technique. Wait, what is she doing?"
Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Wuchang bent and twisted the iron spear in his hand. He twisted the iron spear into an iron hoop, which he wrapped around her right arm and waist, fixing her arm at her waist.
"What a great strength... No, what are you doing?" The burly middle-aged man guarding the gate frowned:
"You think you can beat me with one hand? That's too arrogant."
"Did you do this on purpose?"
Wu Chang puffed out his chest and said innocently, "Hold back a little, you can't kill anyone."
“Is this what you call keeping a trick up your sleeve?” The middle-aged man guarding the pass twitched his eyes and took a deep breath.
If the other party was an ordinary warrior, he would most likely think that this was a deliberate provocation.
But the little girl in front of him had an inexplicable naive temperament and was also quite pretty.
As the saying goes, appearance is justice. The middle-aged man guarding the gate began to reflect on whether there was something wrong with the clan leader's explanation just now, so he said in a gentle voice:
"Little girl, is it possible that you are thinking wrongly..."
Wuchang stood there and thought about it, and felt that it made sense.
So she used her remaining hand to bend the other iron spear, and tied her legs with the bent steel spear.
"Is this okay?" she asked, her eyes wide open.
“I…” Veins popped out on the forehead of the middle-aged man guarding the gate. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth unconsciously.
How could this be accidental? This was clearly intentional!
He was a simple warrior from the mountain valley, and thought this girl from outside was too innocent...
This little girl is clearly a beast in human form!
At this time, on another mountain road, Zhao Hu looked at Qiao Mu expressionlessly.
Qiao Mu had no choice but to explain with a smile:
"The child is young and ignorant. She was just joking. She didn't mean it that way."
After saying this, he heard Wuchang shouting:
"Can we start now?"
"I can't move my legs right now, could you please come over here?"
Wu Qiankun, who had been standing next to him with a stern face, could no longer hold his composure and could not help but speak:
"Oh, that's quite polite."
Qiao Mu opened his mouth, but this time he didn't know how to explain.
In fact, he was cursing in his heart.
I don’t know whether this little cat is really bad-hearted or just innocent.
I don't know where he learned this method of pretending to be cool, he learned it all by himself.
The middle-aged man guarding the gate had turned pale.
There are so many people guarding the gate, and many martial artists are trying to break through at the same time, and there are even some masters who have already defeated the gatekeepers.