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

At noon.

Qiao Mu and others went to an inn next to the official road to rest for a while.

Almost all of their group are warriors of level five or above, but even if their inner strength is level five, they are still mortal bodies. They will naturally be hungry and tired, and the same goes for horses.

The nine people in the group were not familiar with each other. Except for the unidentified Xingxuan envoy, almost all of them were meeting for the first time, so they didn't talk much.

After Qiao Mu was full and roaring, he also took some food and walked out of the inn. After waiting quietly for a while, he heard a rustling sound coming from the grass. The little tabby cat came out of the grass to look at him.

"You really followed him out of the city, and you can't get away even while riding a horse? That's right, this is a demon cat after all."

The little tabby cat had eaten and drank enough, but this time it did not move away. Instead, it jumped behind Qiao Mu and landed in the shadow behind him. Its figure gradually turned into a black shadow until it completely disappeared.

"Hiding in the shadows? Weird abilities..." Qiao Mu was slightly envious.

The monsters each have their own special powers, and the cultivators have various methods, but only the warriors are being beaten.

Walking back to the inn, several other people had also finished eating and were resting.

The bearded swordsman who had been chatting with Qiao Mu before was taking a break. He chose a table in the corner, tied a thread-bound book and read it carefully.

"The swordsman is reading a book?" Qiao Mu suddenly became interested.

The warrior is not a scholar. How could he take out a book to read while chasing the saint? So he took a few more glances.

The warrior's excellent eyesight allowed him to see a few large characters on the cover of the thread-bound book at a glance.

"Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Hand"

Qiao Mu immediately became energetic.

He had nothing else to do well in his life. He was a good man who showed his holiness in front of others, and he was good at martial arts secrets.

"Acupuncture Kungfu? I haven't practiced this yet." Qiao Mu thought for a while and decided to step forward.

"Lao Hu, are you reading the secret book? Are you so diligent?" Qiao Mu went over to get close to him.

"...Hmm." Swordsman Lao Hu looked up at Qiao Mu in slight surprise, then hummed and subconsciously lifted the book in his hand, as if he didn't want Qiao Mu to see the contents of the book.

mean....

Qiao Mu also knows that the martial arts masters in this world basically cherish the secrets of martial arts.

Although the martial arts saint broke the door of the martial arts sect and collected many martial arts secrets, he could not change the concept of martial arts masters.

So this old Hu doesn't want him to see the content, which is actually quite normal.

"Lao Hu, you and I are different from them. We are not members of the Wuji Society. We are just followers of the martial arts who came here to practice the divine skills."

Qiao Mu smiled and said:

"Since you and I are both stuck by Wujihui in terms of martial arts secrets, how about we exchange the martial arts secrets on hand with each other?"

"I won't take advantage of you either. I can also exchange your copy of "Chrysanthemum Acupoint Diagnosing Hand" with similar martial arts techniques. How about that?"

Qiao Mu is now at the fourth level, and it is not an ordinary fourth level, but an open fourth level, so he is extremely familiar with every martial art he has mastered after many years of hard training.

As long as he is given a certain amount of time, he can directly copy the martial arts secrets verbatim from his mind, so this is why he made this suggestion.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said these words, Lao Hu looked even more surprised.

"You want to trade martial arts secret books for the one I have?" He was surprised.

"Yes, I haven't seen the secret manual of Diancing Kung Fu. Are you willing?" Qiao Mu asked.

"I am willing..." Lao Hu's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile. He didn't say much and generously handed the thread-bound book in his hand to Qiao Mu.

"So generous? We are indeed colleagues..." Qiao Mu glanced at the books for a few times, and then was stunned.

There isn't much text in this secret book, it's almost all pictures, and the content of the pictures...

"'Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Hand'? Isn't this an erotic picture?" Qiao Mu's voice couldn't help but become louder, attracting several people around to look at it.

"Of course not." Old Hu, the bearded swordsman, said seriously:

"This secret book is a book on Fangzhongshu. Isn't the name clearly written on it?"

arbor:?

On the way to hunt down the saint Wu Qingxin, you still took time out of your busy schedule to read the secret book of Fangzhongshu?

This old man looks like he has thick eyebrows, big eyes and a beard. He is already in his fifties. Unexpectedly, he is really an unusual person.

It makes people wonder if this person has some ulterior motive in pursuing the saint Wu Qingxin.

Thinking of this, Qiao Mu unconsciously moved a little further away.

The bearded swordsman seemed to notice the change in Qiao Mu's eyes, so he explained kindly:

"Actually, things are not what you think."

"Have you seen those aliens in Heyang City who are aloof and do not regard themselves as human beings?"

"We, Lao Hu, were thinking that since we martial arts practitioners cannot defeat those who cultivate immortality, is the root of the problem because martial arts practitioners have a short lifespan?"

"Since the lifespan is short, maybe we can pass on our skills to the next generation."

“Sons beget sons, and grandsons beget grandsons, and there will be no limit to the number of descendants.”

"As long as this skill is passed down from generation to generation and improved step by step, maybe one day we can really develop martial arts to a point where it can rival the immortal way."

Qiao Mu was startled when he heard this. He was almost shocked by Lao Hu's lofty ideals. It took him a while to come back to his senses:

"Is this the reason why you study Fangzhongshu?"

Lao Hu said confidently:

"Although I am not good at the Fangzhongshu, if this Fangzhongshu spreads, it may allow the people of Dayan to multiply more."

"For the sake of the people of the world, we, Lao Hu, are willing to put in this hard work."

"Then you are so good at Fangzhongshu, you must have many descendants, right?" Qiao Mu said casually.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Old Hu looked stunned, and after a long time he sighed:

"They say raising children will protect you from old age, but when your children are grown up, it's another story..."

"..." Qiao Mu was startled. Although he was over sixty years old, the topic was indeed beyond the scope of the topic, so he abruptly changed the topic:

"Do you have any other martial arts secrets in your hand? Maybe we can exchange them and exchange them? In addition to Fangzhongshu?"

"Yes." Lao Hu was about to speak when he saw the Xingxuan Envoy coming over.

"Except Xu Cheng, the seducer, the remaining two Ruan brothers who have not yet arrived have also been completely burned by Wu Qingxin."

"But before they died, the Ruan brothers found out the direction for us." Xingxuan envoy said:

"Deep in the mountains and forests, there is a Guojia Village, which is called...Saint Girl Village."

....

Deep in the forest.

Wu Qing's heart was as heavy as water, and he fled away into the distance on the big paper crane.

In her hand, a message jade talisman shone brightly, showing the last message given to her by the Xuantian Sect elder.

"The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of the human escapes is one."

"Wu Qingxin, although you were expelled from the sect for making mistakes and lost your status as a saint, any hardship is a test."

"As long as you can reach the Xuantian Sect deep in the Qingming Mountains, you can still be my Xuantian Sect disciple. The sect will naturally still open its door to you."

Wu Qingxin's face darkened slightly, and she unconsciously exerted force on her hand, almost crushing the jade communication talisman.

"What chance of survival... How can there be any chance of survival without Xuantian Temple?"

"Perhaps... the Immortal Sect has never regarded me as one of its own."

As a disciple of the Martial Saint and a saint of the Xuantian Sect, she has become quite popular in recent years.

Once she leaves the city, what awaits her will be the full force of the Wu Jihui.

How easy is it to get all the way to Xuantian Sect?

Not to mention, people from the Xuantian Sect also deliberately took away some of the protective magical weapons that the sect had previously given to the saint...

"The Xuantian Sect is unreliable. If I can get to the Saintess Village in the mountains, there may be a glimmer of hope."

Wu Qingxin thought to himself.

In the past few years, she has not left Xuantian Temple, but she has sent Wu Nu Taoist priests from the Taoist temple to quietly build a small temple in a remote mountain village.

In this small temple, she is worshiped by a fairy saint.

It is naturally against the rules of the immortal sect to build a temple privately in the countryside and worship the statue of oneself.

So she could only act secretly and secretly. In the many years since he joined the Immortal Sect, he has never arrived in this small mountain village.

"With the help of the incense and wish power stored in the Saint Girl Village for a long time, if we can break through to the foundation building stage in one fell swoop, this will be the real hope."

"If it can be done, it won't be too late to return to the sect."

Immortal disciples in the Qi refining stage are not yet extraordinary, and their physical bodies are relatively weak. If they practice for a short period of time, they may be defeated by ordinary warriors in close combat.

Wu Qingxin also practiced martial arts in his early years and was a disciple of the Martial Saint. He was originally a fourth-level warrior. If he were placed in the arena, he would be considered a master. He was not afraid of getting close to him and did not have this weakness.

"As long as the one who comes is not the Martial Saint...or other disciples of the Martial Saint who are ranked higher than me."

Although Wu Qingxin had made a decision in her heart, after thinking about it carefully, she still felt an inexplicable feeling of panic in her heart.

"Is it my gut...instinctively sensing danger?"

After switching to the immortal path, she no longer practiced the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros", but her intuition was still sharp.

"Is the Martial Saint really here?"

It has been many years since she defected from Wu Jihui, and she has never seen Wu Shengren again in all these years, but the fear that Wu Shengren had in her heart when she was young has not subsided.

"The intuitive perception of "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art" is two-way. If Wu Sheng Ren has also come to Nanzhou and is rushing towards me, then my intuition will also feel it..."

Wu Qingxin had already practiced the "Martial Saint Rhinoceros Technique" many years ago. Based on her experience, she could naturally sense the existence of the Holy Spirit Wu.

Then here comes the problem.

If it wasn't Wu Shengren, then where did her inexplicable feeling of panic come from?

While he was thinking, a chirping sound suddenly broke through the air.

A big arrow with a fierce aura came through the air, and instantly pierced the paper crane under her body.

Without the paper crane, her figure could only fall downwards.

A hundred steps away, the fourth-grade man "Thunderbolt Hand" retracted his big bow with a slight smile on his face.

"Chase!"

Qiao Mu and others are all masters of internal energy of level five or above. The distance of a hundred steps is only a matter of seconds when the internal energy explodes.

What greeted them was a ball of red flames that swelled in the wind.

Wu Qingxin, who had fallen from the sky, was already standing in the air with his flying sword. He was looking down at them wordlessly, and a talisman caught fire in the wind.

"The Bone-corroding Fire Talisman, go!"

The sudden flames swelled in the wind and enveloped these people in an instant.

Unlike Mingyue, the saint's follower whom Qiao Mu met before, the talisman fire cast by Wu Qingxin was very fast and spread to the surrounding area of ​​tens of meters in the blink of an eye.

"hide!"

For ordinary warriors, this talisman fire is extremely difficult to deal with. Once it is touched, even if it is not dead, it will be broken.

As soon as Wu Qingxin's talisman fire emerged, it enveloped a range of tens of meters, causing those who were slightly inferior in Qinggong to be burned immediately.

When encountering the cultivator's bone-corroding fire, the warrior's only option is to hide.

Everyone who dared to come after Wu Qingxin, the disciple of the Martial Saint, naturally had their own methods.

The jade-faced flying dragon, a swordsman in white, is the best in light skills among them. He is as strong and strong as a dragon. He taps on the trees in the forest a few times and uses his strength to avoid the rapid fire in the air.

And Qiao Mu's method... is to rush!

Not only did he not hide, he also pushed the stunned swordsman Lao Hu beside him out of the range of the flames. At the same time, he slashed forward with his sword. The cold sword pressure suppressed the fire.

And that ray of red flame quietly wrapped around his right arm holding the sword.

"Hidden Shadow Step: The Demon Disintegrates!"