Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

The street fell into a brief dead silence.

Qiao Mu looked at the huge tiger corpse at his feet, leaned down slightly, and lifted the giant tiger's head with one hand.

With the other hand, he took out the shiny white tiger hair from the small cloth bag and held it up high in the sunlight.

He held the tiger's fur in one hand and held up the giant tiger's blood-stained head with the other.

Qiao Mu looked around and said loudly: "This animal hair is indeed from the Xuantian Sect's Blue Eyes Flying Tiger..."

Qiao Mu is no longer a public arrester.

And no one cares about the impermanent monster case at all now.

Even the female cultivator Mingyue had no time to pay attention to the little tabby cat that took her a lot of effort to catch. At this time, her body was shaking slightly, her pupils were shrinking, and she was frightened and angry.

This person just killed the saint's spiritual pet in the street...

But Qiao Mu was still explaining the truth and the case seriously, from the female cultivator Mingyue suddenly appearing last night and leaving her tiger hair behind, to the traces of tiger monsters eating on the bodies of many previous deceased people...

These details of the case were taken from the documents handed over by Mr. Chen, Qiao Mu just repeated them.

Even if no one cares about solving the case at the moment, no one wants to hear it.

The Taoists from Xuantian Temple were livid and cursed angrily, the fat official trembled angrily and scolded, and more people stood there with pale faces and talked about it.

But Qiao Mu ignored it and continued to talk to himself.

His gaze passed over the tiger carcass at his feet, the messy street ground, and the corpses of pedestrians on the ground that were half eaten by the ferocious tiger.

"You should be killed as a murderous beast!" He stood beside the tiger corpse, holding the bloody tiger head in his hand, and said in a calm and unhurried voice:

"This is not the law of Great Yan, nor the rules of the Immortal Sect..."

"But... secular morality!"

Chapter 78 I’m really not a moral saint (3k

Morality!

When Qiao Mu held up the giant tiger's blood-stained head and said those two words, the people around him were also slightly in a trance.

When Qiao Mu drew his sword and wanted to break into the Xuantian Temple and conflict with the Taoist at the door, they were more on the side of the Taoist, scolding the head catcher for being ignorant and disturbing the peace of the Immortal Sect.

When Qiao Mu took off his head-hunting uniform despite being scolded and threatened by the high-ranking officials, they were more surprised and couldn't quite understand Qiao Mu's actions.

But when the giant tiger killed people in the street and was shot to death by a tree, when they talked about the case of the impermanent monster, they were moved.

"This detective, does he seem to be really doing something practical?" Some people began to waver.

"He was really saving people just now."

"And those Taoists at the entrance of Xuantian Sect want to stop him?"

At least not everyone has the courage to face the giant man-eating tiger, especially when the giant tiger seems to be raised by the Xuantian Sect's Immortal...

They can't understand the big issues of right and wrong, but the common people can still understand the obvious right and wrong of good and evil.

They still hid in the distance and did not dare to get close, but their eyes towards the tree had changed to a certain extent.

"This man named Joepiff did get rid of the man-eating demon tiger."

"There may be some misunderstanding in this. After all, the demon tigers raised by the Xuantian Sect Master are also beasts. If they are beasts, they may have their bestial nature. This is not the fault of the immortals."

"The Immortals are compassionate and protect the land and water of Heyang Mansion. A man-eating monster appeared under the Immortal Chief's seat. Of course, they are not what they want to see. Monsters are monsters after all."

The people pointed at the tree standing in a pool of blood, holding the head of a giant tiger, and started talking.

When Emperor Yonghe hurried over under the escort of Chu guards, he saw such a scene.

"How dare he----" Emperor Yonghe's expression changed drastically.

His heart skipped a beat at first.

Saint Wu Qingxin's green-eyed flying tiger died so simply?

Just in the time it took to get here, things have developed to this extent?

He looked at the back of the tree on the street, and felt an incredible feeling in his heart.

Why?

Why can this warrior be so decisive in matters that even the emperor of the current dynasty would hesitate to think about?

Worldly morality? What a joke...

"Your Majesty, this matter is a bit big." Guard Chu next to him bowed and said:

"Do you want me to step in and stop it?"

As the bodyguard guarding Emperor Dayan during this private visit in private, Chu Xing is a serious and high-level god-refining warrior.

Of course, he wasn't the only one with the escort.

If you want to intervene to stop this storm, it is naturally more than enough.

But...what happens afterwards?

Thinking of this, Emperor Yonghe suddenly said: "That's right, that Qiao Pif is also a high-level warrior who is successful in refining gods."

"Although his soul is injured and his strength is weak, he is not an ordinary sixth-grade warrior after all."

"Chu Xing, do you think that Qiao Pif's actions mean that he has another trump card that makes him think he can deal with the saint Wu Qingxin? For example, some kind of explosive secret method that can temporarily return him to his prime?"

The trump card of a high-quality warrior.

This is a reasonable explanation that Emperor Yonghe thought of.

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine why a former high-level god-refining warrior would go to the gate of Xuantian Temple to kill the green-eyed flying tiger, or even force his way into Xuantian Temple. Isn't he afraid of being bruised and ashes by the immortal cultivators?

The more high-level warriors are, the more they know how terrifying those cultivators are.

There are nine levels of martial arts in the world, but the first-level martial arts saints from forty years ago were all defeated at the hands of the immortal cultivators. Only he himself escaped with his life, let alone Qiao Pif.

Taoist temples that force their way into the Immortal Sect are bound to die!

But if we deal with Wu Qingxin, the saint of Xuantian Sect, maybe there is another chance? The saint's immortal cultivation level is actually unknown.

After joining the Xuantian Sect and being established as a saint of the Immortal Sect, Wu Qingxin seldom went out and lived in seclusion all day long, living a very low-key life.

But even so, she is still a saint from the Immortal Sect...

When Chu Xing heard this, his brows gradually furrowed.

"Whether he has the ability to burst into high-level strength in a short period of time, I can't tell clearly." Chu Xing also hesitated.

However, Emperor Yonghe's judgment was not unreasonable.

It is not easy for a warrior to reach a high level. A former high-level warrior has his own pride. Naturally, he will not die so easily. There should be some way to save his life?

"Your Majesty, he hasn't broken into Xuantian Temple yet. Maybe things will turn around..."

Chu Xing just said the word "turnaround".

Then he saw the tree carrying the bloody tiger head, walking step by step towards the Xuantian Temple.

This movement not only stunned Chu Guards, but also made the Taoists who gathered around the entrance of Xuantian Temple angry and happy.

"How brave!"

"This person has committed serious sins. He dared to attack the saint's spiritual beast and insulted our immortal sect. We should ask the senior brothers on the mountain to quickly suppress him and crush his bones into ashes."

"The green-eyed flying tiger who killed the saint girl not only refused to escape, but also dared to come over?"

"How dare you disrespect a mere ordinary martial artist?"

Qiao Mu's expression remained calm.

"Run away? Why run away?" He said softly:

"I haven't finished what I want to do, so why should I run away?"

His eyes passed through the surging crowd, ignoring the indignant Taoists, and landed on the female cultivator Mingyue behind the crowd.

"The murderous beast has been put to death!" He read aloud:

"But those who allow tigers to kill people and those who despise human lives will still have to pay with their lives!"

He walked faster and faster, from walking to running, walking straight towards the female cultivator Mingyue!

Qiao Mu doesn't know how strong these Taoists are, nor how long he can live, so he will try his best to kill this so-called Mingyue Immortal!

"A mere ordinary martial artist dares to be so presumptuous!"

"Why don't you come up quickly?"

The female cultivator Mingyue frowned and retreated behind the crowd.

She has been a member of the Immortal Sect for about twenty years, but her cultivation in the Immortal Way is not outstanding. She is actually good at raising spiritual beasts, otherwise she would not be just a servant disciple beside the saint.

Although the monks in the Qi Refining Stage are also regarded as "immortals" in the eyes of the world, they are far from being called otherworldly. It would be foolish to fight head-on with this mortal warrior in close combat.

In fact, she didn't pay much attention to the inevitable death of Qiao Mu, and there was only panic in her heart.

The saint's tiger cub was actually killed by a common martial artist before it had grown up... Especially today's incident was more or less caused by her. If the saint in seclusion knew...

She shuddered.

At this time, the Taoists followed Mingyue's instructions and swarmed towards the arbor.

"A cultivator? This is the first time I have fought against a cultivator..."

Qiao Mu felt secretly vigilant in his heart, and then he was stunned to see that many of these Taoists took out swords and weapons from under their Taoist robes and rushed towards him waving them.

"This...are you martial artists?" This time it was Qiao Mu's turn to be surprised.

But his question made all these Taoists angry.

"You are the vulgar warrior!"

"Warriors are just ordinary people, but now that we have joined the Immortal Sect, sooner or later we will be able to obtain the orthodox Immortal Techniques of the Xuan Sect and achieve immortality!"

Qiao Mu's unintentional question made these Taoists angry.

Seeing their reactions like this, Qiao Mu had some enlightenment in his heart.

"That's it." He narrowed his eyes slightly:

"A true cultivator will not watch the gate here."

"You are just some lackeys who defected to the Immortal Sect."

If he is a warrior, he has a lot of experience in dealing with them, so he is naturally not afraid at all.

Although these gatekeepers wear Taoist robes, most of them are internally powerful warriors.

With his feet stepping continuously, he rushed into the crowd alone. The two gun barrels hidden on his body twisted and turned, and a long gun was already spliced ​​in his hand.

When facing a warrior, and fighting in a group, it is better to use a spear.

"Xianmen lackey...you are about to die, you know!" The Taoists were also really angered by Qiao Mu, and immediately retorted:

"You are forty years old, right? At this age, you are still so reckless and do not know how to advance or retreat. Age is really like a dog!"

"Who do you think you are? A moral saint?"

"The ancients said that there is no confusion at the age of 40, but you are over 40, and you only know how to waste your life for the so-called morality----"

When the Taoist who spoke was halfway through his words, he was shot in the throat by Qiao Mu and died.

Qiao Mu kicked the Taoist corpse away from the gun and said coldly:

"No doubt at forty, I will beat forty of you by myself without hesitation at all."

The already proficient battlefield marksmanship was once again put to use, and coupled with the inner energy that burst out from the disintegration of the demon, no one could take advantage of him for a while.

But Qiao Mu really fell into thinking because of the Taoist's words.

Not confused at forty? Moral saint? Morality?

Of course Qiao Mu knew in his heart that he was not a moral saint, and he never wanted to be one.

When he used to be a chivalrous and righteous man in Yancheng under the names of Qiao Mu, Qiao Lin, and Qiao Sen, others said that he had the legacy of ancient chivalry and valued justice over life and death.

But he knew that he was not that noble.

If you don't actively seek death, achieve a high-quality death, and use your martial arts qualifications to practice until the age of 44, you may not be much better than catching a head with money.