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

As a breeze passed by, the pupils of the broken-armed warrior shrank suddenly, and his body was suddenly covered by a huge shadow.

The Martial Saint had appeared behind him.

"Did I let you die?" The Martial Saint gently pinched the sword in the hand of the broken-armed warrior with two fingers, and the long sword broke with a bang.

"Born as a weakling, your life is no longer in your hands."

"Suicide? What's the point of keeping you, a waste of life like this? Why don't I take you in?"

He gently pinched the head of the broken-armed warrior with two fingers, like pinching fragile porcelain.

"What kind of Martial Saint are you? You are clearly a man-eating demon---" The broken-armed warrior was pinched in the hand of the Martial Saint and roared angrily.

"If I am a demon, what is a fairy?" The Martial Saint laughed loudly in the night, and the laughter echoed far away in the mountains and forests.

The next second, the broken-armed warrior, like Wu Qingxin before, withered quickly and fell from the air like a fallen leaf.

"The character is OK, but the strength is a little weak."

He turned around.

The Jade-faced Flying Dragon and the remaining warrior had barely performed Qinggong and flew away.

"Saint. Are you really going to let them leave like this?" Xing Xuanshi, who had been silent all the time, asked:

"If they leave, this matter will probably spread all over the world immediately."

"Then let them spread all over the world." The Martial Saint said casually:

"Forty years of the Alien War, since I established the Wu Ji Association to spread the top skills, 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 been born. If this continues, they will eventually become slaves of aliens."

He walked to the grass and held Qiao Mu, who had fainted, in his hands again. The powerful aura flowed into the body of the seriously injured sixty-year-old man, as if healing his wounds.

After a long time, Qiao Mu woke up slowly.

"Why don't you kill me... Want me to be bait to attract the Qiao family?" He said:

"If you kill me, the Qiao family will definitely find you..."

"Shut up." The martial saint's expression turned cold:

"Whether you want to die or not is your business."

"Whether you can die now is my business, what does it have to do with you?"

"You are still a little weak, not good enough."

"Qiao Zhong, although you are old, since you have such determination and fighting spirit, you must still have potential, and it is not time for you to die."

"Since you are determined to die, why not use your body to do something for me."

"Don't you want to practice the magic technique? If this is successful, I will give you the most advanced technique."

Qiao Mu:...

Just now we fought to the death, and now you want me to do things for you?

"Oh, don't rush to refuse. Listen to me first. With your determination, I think you won't refuse."

The Martial Saint held Qiao Mu between his fingers and looked at a towering mountain in the distance.

That was the famous scenic spot in Nanzhou, the Qingming Mountains.

The main peak of the Qingming Mountains, Qingming Peak, towers into the clouds. There is a famous Taoist temple on it called Qingyun Temple.

"You die in my hands now, the value is too low." The Martial Saint said lightly:

"If you assassinate the current Great Yan Emperor and face the Xuantian Sect's strange man, wouldn't it be better?"

Speaking of immortal cultivators, the Martial Saint's eyes, as black as the abyss, also showed some haze for the first time:

"Let me see your tolerance and courage. How much can you still keep in front of the real immortal cultivator who sees the clouds with your own eyes?"

Qiao Mu was questioning the Martial Saint's humanity, and the Martial Saint was naturally the same.

A strong warrior with a firm mind naturally cannot be persuaded with words.

"If this is successful 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 will come to take revenge. I will take on as many of them as you want."

The Martial Saint did not ask Qiao Mu if he was willing or not.

The truth of a martial artist is not spoken with words, but with fists.

Since his truth is stronger, then he will naturally make the decision.

He clenched his fingers, and immediately knocked him unconscious after he finished speaking.

"Eat up the flesh and blood of the Qiao family to fill 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.

Of course, if there is a Qiao family strongman who can make the Martial Saint pay attention to him and says what he just said, then the Martial Saint will also consider it seriously.

In the final analysis, it is the sixty-year-old Qiao Zhong standing in front of the Martial Saint who is not strong enough.

The Martial Saint looked at him with a high regard and listened to him a few more words, but it was because of the determination and fighting spirit shown by this old man, not his strength.

"The Qiao family... Which Qiao family is this?" The Martial Saint asked the Star Mysterious 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." Star Mysterious Envoy said:

"One is the Heyang Qiao family that has been wiped out. They practiced the Changsheng Fist... But they have been exterminated."

At this point, Star Mysterious Envoy also looked up at the Martial Saint.

"It's not the Heyang Qiao family." The Martial Saint said lightly:

"I only kept a somewhat strange girl from the Heyang Qiao family... Could there be another branch of the family? This has nothing to do with this matter, you continue."

Although Qiao Zhong used the Qiao family's Changsheng Fist and Dialang Jin, the Changsheng Fist Sutra had long been taken away by Wu Shengren and was circulated on a small scale within Wu Jihui, so it was difficult to trace Qiao Zhong's origins.

"Secondly, several well-known figures named Qiao have caused quite a stir in Yancheng and Heyang Fucheng..."

Xing Xuan Envoy still had a bit of toothache when he said this.

The original Yancheng City Lord Guo Yan died at the hands of Qiao Sen. This was actually the reason why he misjudged the intelligence.

Unexpectedly, the Qiao family, which was initially judged as "not existing at all" by Xing Xuan Envoy, would gradually become famous, and even appear in front of Wu Shengren and say those shocking words to him.

"It sounds like there is something, so let me look forward to the revenge of the Qiao family." After hearing this, Wu Shengren gestured to the Xing Xuan Envoy with his eyes.

The Xingxuan envoy, whose whole body was covered in robes, stepped forward, lifted Qiao Mu's body, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Wu Shengren did not leave immediately. He just stood by the ruined temple and looked up at the moonlight.

Not long after, another figure arrived.

This was a middle-aged man whose clothes were stained with blood. He looked resolute. There was a long gash in his waist and abdomen, which almost cut him off, but not much blood flowed out.

What's even more surprising is that the flesh and blood in this long and narrow wound is slowly squirming and is gradually recovering.

"Since you are here, you must be the one who lured Xuantian Sect away?" Wu Shengren asked.

The blood-stained middle-aged man did not respond immediately. Instead, he glanced at the withered corpse of Wu Qingxin and frowned slightly.

"Martial Saint..." He said in a deep voice:

"If I die one day, I will never die for you."

"Does an object harm its own kind? Wu Qizheng." Wu Shengren only smiled lightly:

"You can also try to kill me...forget it, you don't have that ambition either."

Wu Qizheng also had the same surname as Wu, and he was also one of the three thousand martial arts geniuses of that year.

Wu Qingxin is special among these three thousand disciples.

She jumped out of this Gu breeding ground of three thousand disciples early and went to the Immortal Sect.

But Wu Qizheng is different.

The three thousand disciples back then were the martial arts geniuses that the Martial Saint spent forty years searching across the nine states.

Each one of them is extraordinary and definitely not mediocre. They have been taught by Wu Shengren, the strongest martial artist today, and they practice the best techniques.

Among the three thousand disciples back then, the number that can survive to this day is actually no more than a hundred.

Wu Qizheng 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 Wu Shengren is not because he is strong enough.

Because no matter how strong the pure martial arts strength is, it is difficult to compare with the 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, 'righteousness' is a fatal weakness."

Chapter 96 The Truth

Heyang Fucheng.

In the morning, the morning light illuminates the sky, and a new day begins again.

Pedestrians were coming and going on the street, and occasionally someone stopped to chat. It was a peaceful and prosperous scene, exactly as usual.

The jade-faced Feilong, 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 summons from Wujihui Xingxuan Envoy and participated in the hunt for Saint Wu Qingxin.

One day and one night passed.

Of the eleven people who participated in the hunting operation, only the jade-faced flying dragon and a fifth-level warrior survived.

What was even more outrageous than this survival rate was what they saw and heard during this day and night, which simply overturned their understanding of martial arts.

Wu Qingxin was very dangerous in the first half of the night. Many of them were burned to pieces with the bone-corroding fire talisman in his hand, and the whole army was almost annihilated.

But compared to Wu Qingxin's threat, which had been lurking in front of them, Wu Shengren was really different.

Wu Shengren, who had been dormant for forty years, finally appeared, and Qiao Zhong actually discussed the topic of cannibalism with Wu Shengren...

"Martial Saint..." The jade-faced flying dragon's eyes were a little dull and he muttered:

"Is this the strongest person in martial arts? Is this the ultimate martial arts?"

Thinking of this, the jade-faced flying dragon subconsciously glanced in the direction of Xuantian Temple in the north of the city.

The streets surrounding the Taoist temple have been basically repaired. The traces of the previous fight when Choppif died have almost completely disappeared, and the number of pilgrims and believers passing by is about the same as before.

He looked away, feeling confused.

Immortal way? Martial arts?

Is there anyone here who can take the path?

"Jade-Faced Flying Dragon, what are your next plans?" the fifth-grade warrior asked:

"Have you studied the divine training techniques given by the Xingxuan Envoy? The Martial Saint looks down on the weak. If we practice slower, we should be able to live for a while longer?"

When they left the Saintess Village, the Xingxuan Envoy from Wujihui also handed them two ordinary god-refining martial arts secrets before leaving, indicating that this was the reward for hunting the Saintess.

"Saint Wu Qingxin is dead. I have obtained the book on refining the mystical secrets that I have dreamed of for many years. I can understand the way of refining the gods. This should be a happy thing...but..."

Thinking of what happened last night, they didn't even have a hint of joy, but only deep fear.

"We can't pretend that nothing happened..." The jade-faced flying dragon put the secret refining book on hand into 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 find someone from Tingchao Tower." The jade-faced flying dragon suddenly said.

Among the 11 people summoned by the Xingxuan Envoy this time, the Jade-faced Feilong was the most knowledgeable and experienced.

The reason for this is actually that he had previous contact with Tingchao Tower and got a lot of secret information from it.

He said: "Tingchao Tower is the most well-informed force in the martial arts world. With their ability, they may be able to absorb this heavy news about the Martial Saint, and they can also spread the news in the shortest possible time."