Taoist Chiyang bowed to the elders in the sect's main hall.
Taoist Chiyang served as a deacon in the Xuantian Sect, responsible for guarding the Taoist temples in mortal cities. As a result, he was able to enjoy the lowest tablet in the Xuantian Temple in Heyang Prefecture.
The lowest level of incense offerings in a Taoist temple is actually equivalent to the salary of a deacon of the immortal sect.
As a deacon, he naturally possesses the strength to suppress ordinary warriors in the eyes of the immortal sect elders.
"Chiyang, you didn't catch the Martial Saint?" Elder Sun frowned:
"We deposed Saint Wu Qingxin in order to appease Emperor Yonghe and avoid any trouble, but we actually attracted Saint Wu."
"The Martial Saint has been a sewer rat for forty years, but now he shows up because of Wu Qingxin?"
At the beginning, they set up Wu Qingxin as the saint, and their biggest purpose was actually to use her as bait to lure out the Martial Saint.
As a result, the Martial Saint shrank for forty years. When the cultivators of Xuantian Sect thought that they had misjudged Wu Qingxin's value, the Martial Saint took action again.
"This person is very scheming. Now that he has shown up, he must have some plans."
"It's a pity that the immortal way is the right way. This martial saint has entered the devil's way and has gone astray. It will all be in vain." Elder Sun said calmly:
"Without Wu Qingxin, we have a bigger bait."
"Emperor Yonghe."
"If he dares to come to Qingming Mountain Range, we will destroy him and eradicate the trouble completely."
For the Xuantian Sect, Emperor Yonghe's visit to the immortals in seven or eight days is much more important than a mere Martial Saint.
Chapter 98 Seventy-two Sages (3k
I opened my eyes and saw another unfamiliar ceiling.
Qiaomu looked around and saw that it was an ordinary house with simple furnishings.
"Were you brought to this strange place by the Wuji Society's people?"
Qiao Mu touched his face subconsciously and was suddenly slightly shocked.
"It's the art of disguise with a variety of flesh and blood, huh?" A strange middle-aged man had appeared at the door and was looking at him with a smile.
“... ..”Qiao Mu was silent for a moment.
At the beginning, his good friend Guo Yan gave him a book called "A Hundred Changes of Flesh and Blood". Since he entered Heyang City, when he acted under the identities of "Qiao Pifu" and "Qiao Zhong", he had been disguising himself with the makeup and disguise techniques recorded in "A Hundred Changes of Flesh and Blood".
"A Hundred Transformations of Flesh and Blood" is a magical art, and it is not a martial arts secret book in the strict sense.
The first half of the book that Qiumu got was actually a combination of makeup, disguise, bone shrinking, etc., teaching people how to change their appearance.
The second half of the book is about using the warrior's "spirit" to directly control the changes in flesh and blood, change appearance, and then adjust the body's condition.
In other words... the real "Hundred Transformations of Flesh and Blood" actually requires a magical skill that can only be used by a top three-grade spiritual warrior.
Qiao Mu's "Flesh and Blood" has reached a proficient level, which means that his makeup skills have reached a high level and are flawless in daily use, making it difficult to be detected.
But it's different now.
When Qiumu was unconscious, the disguise on his face had been removed.
Come to think of it, this "Hundreds of Transformations of Flesh and Blood" was originally a method created by the Martial Saint.
If his makeup skills can fool others, can he also fool the Martial Saint
But it doesn't matter.
Even Qiao Mu's true appearance was already sixty years old.
And the identity of "Qiao Pifu" is already dead and has not been revealed, so what is he afraid of
"Who are you?" Qiao Mu asked directly without denying.
"My name is... Wu Qizhen." Wu Qizhen looked at Qiao Mu with a strange look.
Just this name made Qiumu alert.
Wu Qi seemed to see what Qiao Mu was thinking, and explained with a smile:
"Yes, I am also one of the 3,000 disciples of the Martial Saint."
"Of the three thousand disciples back then, only a hundred are still alive today."
"And I, Wu Qizhen, can actually be considered the seventieth among the 'seventy-two sages' of the Martial Saint."
Three thousand disciples, seventy-two sages... .
"This martial saint really thinks he is a saint?" Qiao Mu shook his head secretly:
He was extremely wary of both Wu Shengren and Wu Qizhen.
Wu Qizhen ignored Qiao Mu's hostility and continued to explain:
"The so-called 'Seventy-two Sages' who have survived to this day are not just strong in martial arts. After all, no matter how strong one's martial arts skills are, they are still hard to match the Martial Saints."
"The so-called 72 sages, each of them possesses at least one talent or unique skill, and it can even be said that they surpass the Martial Saint in some aspect."
“This is the key to our survival today.”
Seventy-two wise men who surpassed the Martial Saint in some individual aspect
Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes. He had personally experienced the power of the Martial Saint. This was definitely the strongest person he had ever seen in his life.
Therefore, Wu Qizhen, who looks ordinary but seems to have a friendly attitude, must not be a simple person.
Wu Qingxin is special among the three thousand disciples. What makes her special is that she jumped out of the Gu breeding farm of the three thousand disciples and did not participate in this bloody test.
Although Wu Qizhen is not ranked high among the seventy-two sages, since he is still alive, he should be far superior to Wu Qingxin.
Qiumu got up from the bed, stretched his body for a while, and then suddenly realized a problem.
"My injuries have actually almost healed?"
Qiao Mu has extensive experience in being injured and disintegrating demons.
Before this, he had experienced bone-eating fire burning, challenged the Martial Saint, used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration many times, and had lacerations in his meridians and fractures in both his fists.
It's incredible that such an injury could heal so quickly, which is even more outrageous than that of the vicious Wang Songhe.
"Your injury is indeed a bit tricky." Wu Qizheng smiled and said:
"If it were treated with ordinary medical skills, I would probably have to lie down for several months to half a year."
"But although you are not young, you have already reached the fourth level, and your blood and qi are not declining. You are not an ordinary person... and I am the same, so naturally you can use some more radical medical methods."
"Your talent that surpasses that of the Martial Saint, could it be medical skills?" Qiao Mu asked tentatively.
He was trying to find out more information about the Martial Saint.
"Medical skills?" Wu Qizhen smiled and did not comment.
"Qiao Zhong, I've heard about what you did. You dared to challenge the Martial Saint and said such words. You are indeed quite courageous."
"The Martial Saint didn't kill you because he felt that although you are old, you can still make further progress in the future and should be able to embark on the path of spiritual cultivation."
"Not only you, but also the Jade-faced Flying Dragon and another fifth-rank warrior."
At this point, Wu Qizheng paused, his eyes showing a complicated expression:
"In the past, martial saints basically only attacked the third-grade soul-refining warriors. People like you are actually considered martial arts seeds. If there is no need, he will not absorb them."
"After all, the key to the 'Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Art' is not to absorb the blood and internal energy. That is just incidental. The key is to absorb the 'spirit' of the martial artist who cultivates the spirit."
"God?" Qiao Mu was stunned.
But he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
His conversation with Wu Qizhen went so smoothly that he didn't even need to ask any questions. This person just told him important information on his own
"Absorb the 'spirit' of a warrior? You mean, can this Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue also absorb a person's personality, memory, soul, and the like?" Qiao Mu continued to test.
After saying this, Wu Qizhen looked at him strangely.
"What are you talking about? After all, the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Secret is a martial arts technique. How can it be so mysterious? Can it also absorb people's souls?"
Isn't it mysterious enough... After Qiao Mu faced the Martial Saint, he discovered an obvious fact: this Martial Saint and other martial artists in the martial arts world do not even have the same style.
Not to mention the strength, just the modern martial arts created by the Martial Saint are completely different from the ancient martial arts of the past.
When Qiao Mu was still practicing Iron Crotch Kung Fu in Yancheng, the Martial Saint was practicing things like "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret" and "Blood and Flesh Transformations".
"The Martial Saint is a rare talent. Perhaps only under the heavy pressure of extraordinary people can a genius like him be born. And most of his strength is due to the Martial Saint Spirit Secret." Wu Qizheng sighed:
"With this secret method, the Martial Saint's achievements in the way of refining the spirit have reached an unprecedented level."
"People in the martial arts world only know that the Martial Saint is extremely strong and absolutely invincible, but they don't know exactly how strong he is."
"The world doesn't know, the martial arts community doesn't know, and even the nine great sects don't know how powerful he is now."
"Even the Immortal Sect doesn't know how powerful the Martial Saint is?" Qiao Mu suspected that the Martial Saint's disciple was exaggerating.
Judging from the Martial Saint's style of doing things, he must be unable to defeat the immortal cultivators, otherwise he would not have been able to continue lying dormant, but would have immediately wiped out all the immortal cultivators.
"Immortal cultivators have always looked down upon ordinary warriors and have never considered them as real opponents." Wu Qizheng sneered:
"But they don't know how much progress secular martial arts has made in the past forty years when the Immortal Sect has dominated the Nine Provinces... Or even if they know, they don't take it seriously."
"After all, immortal cultivators have long life spans. For the great cultivators among them, forty years is just a few days of seclusion."
"But it's different for us warriors."
"For a martial saint, these forty years is half a lifetime."
Forty years ago, during the alien war, the Martial Saint was forty-five years old. He was already a first-class warrior and ranked eleventh in the world. At that time, he did not yet have the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret".
Now, forty years later, things are naturally very different.
"Since the Martial Saint established the Wu Ji Association, he broke through the gates of many famous sects, collected the world's top secret manuals, and established the Wu Ji Association, so that martial artists in the world can obtain the best skills from the Wu Ji Association at a low price."
"Qiao Zhong, you must have obtained top-notch skills directly or indirectly from the Wu Ji Association. I'm sure you understand this."
"In the past forty years, the number of warriors who have practiced advanced martial arts in the world is more than ten times that of the previous martial arts world."
"And the number of fourth and fifth rank warriors is actually far greater than in any previous era."
"It's just that what the Martial Saint needs is not a fourth-grade warrior, but a spirit-refining warrior, or even a warrior who can use martial arts to defeat immortals and change the current order where immortal cultivators are high and mighty."
Qiao Mu walked towards the door calmly and asked casually:
"If the Martial Saint is as strong as you say, then why haven't I heard of how many cultivators from the Nine Great Sects he has killed?"
This soul-searching question left Wu Qizhen silent for a long time.
"Because there is only one martial saint in the martial arts world today."
"Although the Martial Saint is strong, he knows that he is no match for the Xuantian Sect's headmaster."
"The immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect have long life spans, and the foundation accumulated over the long years is amazing. There are more powerful people than just the headmaster."
Is the Martial Saint's imaginary enemy the head of Xuantian Sect... Qiao Mu was a little surprised.
"So, is this the reason why the Martial Saint continues to lie dormant and keep a low profile?" he asked:
"If the people of the Immortal Sect knew the true strength of the Martial Saint, perhaps they would be wary of the secular warriors and kill all the warriors, including the Martial Saint, to prevent future troubles?"
As he spoke, Qiao Mu walked to the gate calmly.
Just looking out from the courtyard, all I saw was a cluster of low, messy houses, and the air was filled with a faint stench of feces and urine.
The surrounding scenery looks more and more familiar to Qiao Mu... .
"Is this a residential building in the outer city area of Yancheng?" Qiao Mu was slightly startled, and finally recognized it.
Chapter 99: Civil and Military Affairs of the Past
Yancheng, City Lord’s Mansion.
"Brother, there has been a big commotion in Heyang City recently..."
"Don't call me big brother, call me City Lord. Although this is the City Lord's Mansion, you must act more cautiously and don't be careless..."
In the study of the City Lord's Mansion, Wang Songhe was scolding Zhang Kui, a bandit under his command who suddenly broke into the study.
Ever since Qiao Sen stabbed the city lord Guo Yan to death in the street, Wang Songhe also obtained "Blood and Flesh".
He felt deeply that hiding in the mountains as a bandit could only protect a small mountain village at most. With so many people, he would definitely not be able to hide from the Dayan government.