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

Chiyang Taoist bowed to the elders in the sect's main hall.

Chiyang Taoist served as a deacon in the Xuantian Sect and was responsible for guarding the Taoist temple in the mortal city, so he was able to enjoy the last tablet in the Xuantian Temple in Heyang Fucheng.

The incense at the bottom of the Taoist temple is actually equivalent to the salary of the deacon of the immortal sect.

As a deacon, he naturally possesses the strength that in the eyes of the elders of the Immortal Sect is enough to suppress ordinary warriors.

"Chiyang, you didn't catch that Martial Saint?" Elder Sun frowned:

"The reason why we deposed Saint Wu Qingxin was to calm Emperor Yonghe's heart and avoid causing trouble, but we actually attracted Saint Wu."

"Wu Shengren has been a gutter rat for forty years, but now he shows up because of Wu Qingxin?"

At the beginning, they set up Wu Qingxin as a saint, and their biggest purpose was actually to use it as bait to lure out Saint Wu.

As a result, Wu Shengren shrank like this for forty years. When the Xuantian Sect monks thought they had misjudged Wu Qingxin's value, Wu Shengren took action again.

"This man is very scheming. If he shows up now, he must have some agenda."

"It's a pity that the immortal way is the right way. This martial saint has entered the evil way and went astray. In the end, it is all in vain." Elder Sun said calmly:

"Without Wu Qingxin, we have a bigger bait."

"Emperor Yonghe."

"If the martial saint dares to come to the Qingming Mountains, just kill them and completely eradicate any future troubles."

For 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

When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling again.

Qiao Mu looked around and saw that this was an ordinary private house with simple furnishings.

"Were you brought to this strange place by people from Wu Jihui?"

Qiao Mu subconsciously touched his face, and suddenly felt a slight shock in his heart.

"The art of makeup that changes flesh and blood, right?" At some point, a strange middle-aged man appeared at the door, looking at him with a smile.

"..." Qiao Mu was silent for a moment.

His good friend Guo Yan gave him a copy of "Flesh and Blood". Almost from the time he entered Heyang Fucheng and acted under the two identities of "Qiao Pif" and "Qiao Zhong", he has been acting as "Flesh and Blood". 》The makeup technique recorded above is the disguise technique to disguise oneself.

"Flesh and Blood" is a thaumaturgy, it is not a martial arts secret book in the strict sense.

The first half of the book that Qiao Mu got at that time was actually a combination of makeup, disguise, bone shrinking, etc., teaching people how to change their appearance.

In the second half of the book, the "god" of the warrior directly controls the changes in flesh and blood, changes the appearance, and then adjusts the physical condition.

In other words... the starting threshold for the real "Flesh and Blood" is actually the thaumaturgy that can only be used by a third-level god-refining martial artist.

Qiao Mu's "Flesh and Blood" has reached a proficient level, which means that his makeup skills have reached a high level, and his daily use will not show any flaws, making it difficult to be seen through.

But it's different now.

When Qiao Mu was unconscious, the disguise on his face had been removed.

Thinking about it, this "Flesh and Flesh Changes" was originally a method originally created by Wu Shengren.

Can his makeup skills deceive others, and can he also deceive Wu Shengren?

But it's not important.

Even Qiao Mu's true appearance is already sixty years old.

And "Joppiff"'s identity is already dead and has not been discovered, so what is he afraid of?

"Who are you?" Qiao Mu asked directly without denying.

"My name...Wu Qizheng." Wu Qizheng looked at Qiao Mu with a strange look.

Just this name immediately made Qiao Mu wary.

Wu Qizheng seemed to see what Qiao Mu was thinking, and explained with a smile:

"Yes, I am also one of the three thousand disciples of the Martial Saint."

"The three thousand disciples back then, the number alive today is no more than a hundred."

"And I, Wu Qizheng, can actually be regarded as the seventieth among the 'seventy-two sages' under the sect of Wu Shengren."

Three thousand disciples, seventy-two sages...

"Does this martial saint really think of himself as a saint?" Qiao Mu secretly shook his head:

He was deeply wary of both Wu Shengren and Wu Qizheng.

Wu Qizheng ignored Qiao Mu's hostility and continued to explain:

"The so-called 'Seventy-Two Sages' who have survived to this day are not just powerful in their martial arts cultivation. After all, no matter how strong their martial arts cultivation is, they cannot compare with the martial saints."

"Every one of the so-called seventy-two sages possesses at least one talent or unique skill. It can even be said that they surpass the Martial Saint in some aspect."

"This is the key to our survival today."

Seventy-two sages who surpassed the Martial Saint in a single aspect?

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes. He had already experienced the power of Wu Shengren personally. He was definitely the strongest person he had ever seen in his life.

Therefore, Wu Qizheng, who looks ordinary and seems to have a quite friendly attitude, is definitely not a simple person.

Wu Qingxin was special among the three thousand disciples, special because she jumped out of the three thousand disciples' Gu breeding ground and did not participate in this bloody test.

Although Wu Qizheng is not ranked high among the seventy-two sages, since he is still alive now, this person should be far above Wu Qingxin.

Qiao Mu got up from the bed, moved his body briefly, and then suddenly realized a problem.

"The injuries on my body are actually almost healed?"

Qiao Mu has extensive experience in injuries and the disintegration of demons.

Previously, he had experienced bone-corroding fire burning, challenged the Martial Saint, and used Heavenly Demon to disintegrate many times. He had lacerations on the meridians all over his body and fractures on both hands and fists.

It was even more outrageous that such an injury could heal so quickly than the vicious Wang Songhe back then.

"Your injury is indeed a bit tricky." Wu Qizheng said with a smile:

"If it were treated with ordinary people's medical skills, it would probably take several months to half a year."

"However, although you are not young, you have already reached the fourth level, and your qi and blood are not weak, so you are not ordinary...and I am the same, so naturally you can use some more radical medical methods."

"Is your talent that surpasses that of the Martial Saint a medical skill?" Qiao Mu asked tentatively.

He was trying to find out more information about Wu Shengren.

"Medical skills?" Wu Qizheng smiled and was noncommittal.

"Qiao Zhong, I've heard people talk about what you did. It's really courageous to dare to challenge the Martial Saint and say something like that."

"Martial Saint doesn't want to kill you because he thinks that although you are old, you can still go further in the future and should be able to embark on the path of refining the gods."

"Not just you, the jade-faced flying dragon and another fifth-grade warrior are also the same."

Speaking of this, Wu Qizheng paused, with a complicated look in his eyes:

"In the past, martial saints basically only took action against third-level god-refining warriors. People like you are actually martial arts seeds. He will not take them if necessary."

"After all, the key to the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Art" is not actually to absorb the inner energy of the blood. That is just incidental. The key is to absorb the 'god' of the god-refining martial artist."

"God?" Qiao Mu was startled.

But he felt vaguely that something was wrong.

His conversation with Wu Qizheng was so smooth that he didn't even need to talk, and this person just told the important information on his own?

"The 'god' that absorbs martial arts? You mean, can this martial arts rhinoceros art also absorb a person's personality, memory, soul and other things?" Qiao Mu continued to test.

As soon as he said this, Wu Qizheng looked at him strangely.

"What are you talking about? "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Technique" is a martial arts technique after all, how can it be so mysterious? Can it also absorb people's souls?"

Isn't that mysterious enough... After Qiao Mu faced the Martial Saint directly, he discovered an obvious fact: this Martial Saint and other martial arts practitioners in the martial arts world are not even painted in the same style.

Not talking about strength, just talking about the modern martial arts created by Wusheng, they are completely different from the ancient martial arts of the past.

When Qiao Mu was still practicing Iron Crotch Kung Fu in Yancheng, Wu Shengren was practicing things like "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art" and "Three Changes of Flesh and Blood".

"Wu Shengren is an extraordinary person. Perhaps only under the heavy pressure of other people can a genius like him be born. And most of his power can be attributed to the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros"." Wu Shengren. Qi Zheng sighed:

"Relying on this secret method, the martial saint's achievements in refining gods 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, people in the martial arts world don't know, and even the Nine Immortal Sects don't know how strong he is now."

"Even the Immortal Sect doesn't know how strong the Martial Saint is?" Qiao Mu suspected that the words of this Martial Saint's disciple were exaggerated.

Judging from Wu Shengren's behavior, he must not be able to defeat the immortal cultivators, otherwise he would not be able to continue dormant, but would immediately wipe out all the immortal cultivators.

"Immortal cultivators have always looked down upon ordinary warriors, and have never regarded ordinary warriors as their real opponents." Wu Qizheng sneered:

"But they don't know how much progress the secular martial arts has made in the forty years since the Immortal Sect has been suppressing the Nine Provinces...or if they know, they don't take it seriously."

"After all, immortal cultivators have a long lifespan. For the great cultivators, forty years is even just a few retreats."

"But it's different for us warriors."

"For a martial saint, these forty years are half a lifetime."

Forty years ago during the Alien War, Wu Shengren was forty-five years old and already a first-class martial artist, number 11 in the world. At that time, he did not yet have the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros".

Now, forty years later, things are obviously very different.

"Since the Martial Saint established the Martial Arts Society, he broke through the doors of many famous sects, collected the world's top secrets, and established the Martial Arts Society, so that warriors all over the world can obtain high-level secrets from the Martial Arts Society at a low cost. Good practice.”

"Qiao Zhong, you must have directly or indirectly obtained the top skills from Wu Jihui. You must be aware of this."

"In the past forty years, the number of martial artists practicing superior martial arts in the world has been more than ten times that of previous martial arts."

"And the number of fourth- and fifth-grade 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 god-refining warrior, or even a warrior who can defeat immortals with force and change the current order of immortal cultivators."

Qiao Mu walked towards the door calmly and asked casually:

"Since Martial Saint is as strong as you say, then why haven't I heard how many cultivators from the Nine Immortal Sects he has killed?"

This soul question made Wu Qizheng silent for a long time.

"Because today's martial arts world has only produced one martial arts saint."

"Although Martial Saint is strong, he also knows that he is far from the opponent of Xuantian Sect's leader."

"The immortal cultivators of the Xuantian Sect have a long lifespan, and the knowledge accumulated over the long years is amazing. The leader is not the only one who is strong."

Is Wu Shengren's imaginary enemy the headmaster of Xuantian Sect... Qiao Mu was a little surprised.

"So, is this the reason why the Martial Saint continues to lie dormant and remain humble?" He asked:

"If the people of the Immortal Sect know the true strength of the Martial Saint, maybe they will be afraid of secular martial arts and kill all the martial artists including the Martial Saint to avoid future troubles?"

While talking, Qiao Mu walked to the gate calmly.

Just looking out from the courtyard, I saw a cluster of low and messy private houses, and the air was filled with a faint smell of feces and urine.

The surrounding scenery and trees look more and more familiar...

"Is this a private house in the outer city of Yancheng?" Qiao Mu was slightly startled and finally recognized it.

Chapter 99 Former civil and military affairs

Yancheng, the city lord's mansion.

"Brother, there has been a lot of commotion in Heyang Fucheng recently..."

"Don't call me eldest brother, call me City Lord. Although this is the City Lord's Mansion, we naturally have to act more securely and don't be careless..."

In the study room of the city lord's mansion, Wang Songhe was scolding Zhang Kui, the bandit under his command, who suddenly broke into the study room.

Ever since Qiao Sen stabbed the city lord Guo Yan to death in the street, Wang Songhe also obtained "Flesh and Blood".

He deeply felt that as a bandit hiding in the mountains, he could only protect a small mountain village at most. With so many people, he would not be able to hide it from the Great Yan government.