As a light breeze blew past, the pupils of the warrior with the broken arm shrank suddenly, and his body was suddenly covered by a huge shadow.
The Martial Saint had appeared behind him.
"Did I want you to die?" The Martial Saint gently pinched the knife in the hand of the broken-armed warrior with his two fingers, and the long knife shattered with a loud bang.
"Born as a weakling, your life is no longer in your hands."
"Suicide? What's the point of keeping a piece of trash like you who wastes his life like this? Why don't you let me take you in?"
He gently pinched the armless warrior's head with two fingers, as if he was pinching fragile porcelain.
"What kind of martial saint are you? You're clearly a man-eating demon---" The warrior with the broken arm was held in the hand of the martial saint and roared angrily.
"If I am an evil demon, then what is an immortal?" The Martial Saint laughed loudly in the night, and his laughter echoed far away in the mountains and forests.
The next second, the warrior with the broken arm, like Wu Qingxin before, quickly withered and fell from the sky like a fallen leaf.
"His character is acceptable, but his strength is a little weak."
He turned around.
Jade-faced Flying Dragon and the other remaining warrior barely used their lightness skills to fly away into the distance.
"Saint, are you really going to let them leave like this?" Xing Xuan Envoy, who had been silent the whole time, asked:
"If they leave, this matter will probably spread all over the world in no time."
"Then let them spread all over the world." Martial Saint said casually:
"Forty years have passed since I founded the Wu Ji Society to spread the top martial arts. The number of warriors below the fourth rank has far exceeded any previous generation of martial arts... But warriors who can challenge immortal cultivators have not yet been born. If this continues, they will eventually become slaves of the aliens."
He walked leisurely to the grass and held the unconscious Qiao Mu in his hand again. The powerful energy flowed into the body of the seriously injured sixty-year-old man, as if to heal his wounds.
It took a long time for Qiumu to wake up slowly.
"Why don't you kill me... Do you want me to be bait to attract the Qiao family?" he said:
"If you kill me, the Qiao family will definitely be able to find you..."
"Shut up." The Martial Saint's expression turned cold.
"Whether you want to die or not is up to you."
"Whether you can die now is my business. What does it have to do with you?"
The Martial Saint looked down at the dried and decayed body of Wu Qingxin beside him.
"You're still a little weak, not good enough."
"Qiao Zhong, although you are old, since you are so determined and willing to fight, you must still have potential. It is not time for you to die yet."
"Since you are determined to die, why not use your body to do something for me?"
"Don't you want to practice the divine skills? If this is successful, I will give you the most advanced skills."
Qiao Mu: ... .
We just had a life-and-death fight, and now you want me to do things for you
"Oh, don't be so quick to refuse. Listen to me first. With your determination, I don't think you will refuse."
The Martial Saint held the tree between his fingers and looked leisurely towards a towering mountain in the distance.
That is the famous scenic spot in Nanzhou, the Qingming Mountains.
Qingming Peak, the main peak of the Qingming Mountains, towers into the clouds. On top of it is a famous Taoist temple with great popularity, called Qingyun Temple.
"You are worthless if you die in my hands now." The Martial Saint said calmly:
"Wouldn't it be better to assassinate the current Great Yan Emperor and face the Xuantian Sect's strange man directly?"
Speaking of immortal cultivators, for the first time, a hint of gloom appeared in the abyss-like eyes of the Martial Saint:
"Let me see how magnanimous and courageous you are. How much of that can you still show in front of a true immortal cultivator who is standing in the clouds?"
Qiao Mu was questioning the Martial Saint's humanity, and the Martial Saint naturally felt the same way.
It is impossible to convince a strong warrior with a firm mind with words.
"If this is accomplished and you can survive, I will give you the most advanced skills. I look forward to you coming to me again many years later."
"If you die, the elders and strong men of your family who you mentioned will come to seek revenge. I will take them all, no matter how many come."
The Martial Saint did not ask Qiao Mu whether he was willing or not.
A warrior's truth is not expressed with words, but achieved with his fists.
Since his reasoning is stronger, it is natural for him to make the decision.
He clenched his fingers together, and immediately after he finished speaking, he squeezed him unconscious again.
"Eat all the flesh, bones and blood of the Qiao family to satisfy my appetite? Ha." The Martial Saint just laughed softly.
It doesn't matter what Qiao Mu thinks.
It doesn’t matter whether there is a Qiao family behind him or not.
Of course, if there was a strong man from the Qiao family who was respected by the Martial Saint and he said what he just said, then the Martial Saint would also seriously consider it.
In the final analysis, it was Qiao Zhong, the sixty-year-old man standing before the Martial Saint, who was not strong enough.
The Martial Saint looked up to him and listened to him a little more, but it was only because of the determination and fighting spirit shown by the old man, not because of his actual strength.
"The Qiao family... which Qiao family is this?" The Martial Saint asked the Star Envoy behind him.
Qiao is just an ordinary surname, and the Martial Saint has destroyed more than one Qiao family.
"... Qiao Zhong's identity is unknown. But if we talk about the Qiao family in Nanzhou, there should be two of them." Xing Xuan Envoy said:
"The first one is the Qiao family of Heyang, who had been wiped out. They practiced the Changsheng Fist... but they had been wiped out."
Having said this, Envoy Xingxuan looked up at the Martial Saint.
"It's not the Heyang Qiao family." Martial Saint said calmly:
"I only left a strange little girl in the Heyang Qiao family... Could there be other members of the branch family? This has nothing to do with this matter. Please continue."
Although Qiao Zhong performed the Qiao family's Changsheng Fist and Dielang Power, the Changsheng Fist scripture had long been taken away by the Martial Saint and circulated in a small range within the Wu Ji Association, so it is difficult to trace Qiao Zhong's origins.
"The second is that several famous people named Qiao have recently caused quite a stir in Yancheng and Heyangfu City..."
When Xing Xuanshi said this, he still felt a little toothache.
The original Lord of Yancheng, Guo Yan, died at the hands of Qiao Sen, which was actually due to his misjudgment of intelligence.
Unexpectedly, the Qiao family, which was once judged by Xing Xuanshi as "non-existent", has gradually become famous, and even appeared in front of the Martial Saint and spoke those deafening words to him.
"It sounds like there is something to it. Let me look forward to the revenge of the Qiao family." After listening to this, the Martial Saint signaled to the Star Envoy with his eyes.
Envoy Xing Xuan, who was covered in robes, stepped forward, picked up Qiao Mu's body, and quickly disappeared into the night.
The Martial Saint did not leave immediately, but just stood beside the dilapidated temple and looked up at the moonlight.
Not long after, another figure came.
This was a middle-aged man with blood-stained robes and a determined look. There was a long cut on his waist and abdomen, which almost cut him in half, but not much blood flowed out.
What is even more surprising is that the flesh and blood in this narrow wound is slowly moving and gradually recovering.
"Since you're here, you should be here to lure away the people from Xuantian Sect?" asked the Martial Saint.
The bloodstained middle-aged man did not respond immediately, but first glanced at the withered body of Wu Qingxin and frowned slightly.
"Martial Saint..." he said in a deep voice:
"If I die one day, it will not be for you."
"Do you feel sorry for your own kind? Wu Qizheng." The Martial Saint only smiled faintly:
"You can also try to kill me... Never mind, that's not your ambition."
Wu Qizhen also has the surname Wu, and was also one of the 3,000 martial arts geniuses back then.
Wu Qingxin is special among these three thousand disciples.
She had long since left this place where 3,000 disciples were breeding Gu and joined the Immortal Sect.
But Wu Qi is different.
The 3,000 disciples back then were martial arts geniuses that the Martial Saint had spent forty years searching all over Kyushu.
Each of them is extraordinary and absolutely no mediocre. They have been taught by the most powerful martial artist today, the Martial Saint, and practiced the best martial arts.
Among the three thousand disciples back then, only a hundred are still alive today.
Wu Qizhen is one of the three thousand disciples who have gone through this bloody selection and survived to this day.
The reason why he is still alive and standing beside the Martial Saint is not because he is strong enough.
Because no matter how strong one's martial arts skills are, it is difficult to compare with a martial saint.
He is alive because he is useful.
"Wu Qingxin's weakness lies in his state of mind, and you, Wu Qizheng..." Wu Shengren said calmly:
"In today's world, 'positive' is a fatal weakness."
Chapter 96 The Truth
Heyang Prefecture City.
In the morning, the morning light illuminates the sky and a new day begins.
People were coming and going on the street, occasionally someone would stop to talk. It was a peaceful and prosperous scene, just like usual.
Jade-faced Flying Dragon, who had just walked out of a familiar medical clinic, felt as if he was in another world when he saw this scene again.
Yesterday morning, they accepted the call from Xing Xuanshi of Wu Ji Hui and participated in the hunt for Saint Wu Qingxin.
A day and a night passed.
Of the eleven people who participated in the hunting operation, only Jade-faced Flying Dragon and a fifth-rank warrior were left alive.
What was even more outrageous than the survival rate was what they saw and heard during that day and night, which completely overturned their understanding of the martial arts world.
Wu Qingxin was in great danger in the first half of the night. He used the Bone-Eroding Fire Talisman to burn many of their men to death, and the entire army was almost wiped out.
But the threat posed by Wu Qingxin is far greater than that posed by the Martial Saint who has been lurking in front of them.
The martial saint who had been dormant for forty years finally showed up, and Qiao Zhong even discussed the topic of cannibalism with the martial saint... .
"Martial Saint..." Jade-faced Flying Dragon's eyes were somewhat dull as he said:
"Is this the strongest person in martial arts? Is this the ultimate martial arts?"
When Jade-faced Flying Dragon thought of this, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of Xuantian Temple in the north of the city.
The streets surrounding the Taoist temple have been basically repaired, and the traces of the fight that caused Qiao Pifu's death have almost completely disappeared, and the number of pilgrims passing by is about the same as before.
He withdrew his gaze, feeling confused.
Immortal way? Martial way
Is there a way for anyone to go here
"Jade-faced Flying Dragon, what are your plans next?" the fifth-rank warrior asked:
"Are you trying to comprehend the spiritual cultivation method given by Envoy Xingxuan? The Martial Saint looks down on the weak. If we cultivate a little slower, we should be able to live for a while longer."
When they left the Holy Maiden Village, Xing Xuanshi of the Wu Ji Association handed them two ordinary martial arts secret manuals before leaving, saying that this was the reward for hunting the Holy Maiden.
"Saintess Wu Qingxin is dead. I have finally obtained the secret book of spiritual cultivation that I have been dreaming of for many years. I can comprehend the way of spiritual cultivation. This should be a happy thing... But..."
Thinking about what happened last night, they didn't feel even a trace of joy, but only deep fear.
"We can't pretend nothing happened..." Jade-faced Flying Dragon put the divine book on alchemy in his arms.
Of course he would not give up on the technique, but before that, he had one more thing to do.
"I'm going to look for someone from Tingchao Tower." Jade-faced Flying Dragon suddenly said.
Among the 11 people summoned by Xingxuan Envoy this time, Yumian Feilong has the most extensive knowledge and the most profound experience.
The reason for this was actually that he had had contact with Tingchao Tower before and had obtained a lot of secrets from it.
He said: "Tingchao Tower is the most well-informed force in the martial arts world. With their capabilities, they may be able to absorb this heavy news about the Martial Saint and spread the news in the shortest possible time."