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

"Unreasonable." His eyes were slightly cold.

It is almost impossible for those who can stand out from the three thousand disciples of the Martial Saint and survive until now, and who are ranked among the so-called seventy-two sages, without blood on their hands.

It's just that at that time, he was fighting with other disciples for survival, and he had always been resistant to the evil secret method of "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros", so he was very different from these people.

"Why do you want to die for Wu Shengren?" Wu Qizheng asked coldly.

Although he is a disciple of Wu Shengren and is called one of the seventy-two sages, he does not have much favorable impression of Wu Shengren.

After all, he is also one of the qualifications of the Martial Saint. If one day he is useless, he will die.

"Because Wu Shengren is the leader of martial arts in the world and the strongest person in martial arts. If there is a martial artist in this world who can hope to fight against a stranger, then it is most likely that Wu Shengren will be him." The old man Mo Mingzhi said firmly:

"The stranger is so high above the world that he treats all people like a rotten dog and feeds all people to support himself."

"Forty years after the Alien War, after the first or two generations died, the people today have forgotten the humiliation. Various Taoist temples have entered big cities like Heyang Fucheng. People burn incense and worship gods during festivals. It has become a It’s a custom.”

"The common people can't see it, but we warriors stand higher, so we can naturally see it."

"If things go on like this, martial arts will no longer exist, and we humans will eventually become vassals of the aliens, just cattle and sheep raised in their pastures."

Mo Mingzhi is the local Xingxuan envoy of the previous generation in Wujihui. In addition to his age, he knows far more than ordinary people and ordinary martial artists.

"Wu Shengren's "Wu Shengren Rhinoceros" may be the opportunity to change the fate of martial artists and the fate of all people." Mo Mingzhi sighed.

After Wu Shengren came back to the world, the truth of "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art" was exposed through Tingchao Tower. The martial arts all over the world knew that Wu Shengren had been dormant in secret for forty years, selecting talents through "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art" and treating them as... Resources.

"Is this the reason why you absorb the disciples from the sect?" Wu Qizheng's eyes narrowed.

"Lord Qizheng, the immortal way is strong but the martial arts is weak. The martial arts may lag behind the immortal way for thousands of years." Mo Mingzhi said with emotion:

"Thousands of years ago, the way of a martial artist reached its limit at the fourth level. All that was left was to continue to slowly accumulate internal strength and rely on long years to make step by step progress, but there was no qualitative breakthrough."

"In the past few hundred years, a clear and clear way to refine the gods has been gradually discovered."

"Led by Master Zhang of Wudang, although there are legends in the world about entering Taoism through martial arts, they are just illusory legends."

"Putting aside the mythical rumors, the person standing at the forefront of martial arts today is undoubtedly the Martial Saint."

"Martial Saint gathered the accumulation of the top martial artists in the world for forty years to establish Wujihui and create the modern method. The progress of martial arts in the world in the past forty years may be comparable to that of the past hundreds of years... but this is not enough."

As the Xingxuan envoy of the previous generation, Mo Mingzhi's experience and knowledge are naturally very comparable to others.

Precisely because he knew so much, he consciously saw clearly the gap between immortality and martial arts, and it might take thousands of years to catch up.

The top martial artists of the previous generation, headed by the Martial Saint, advanced martial arts for hundreds of years at the cost of bloodbath in the martial arts world, but this was still not enough.

So he finally made a decision after losing all hope and getting old.

The old man was still bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but he laughed sadly:

"We don't want to die for the martial saint, but we want to die for the world's martial arts leader!"

If Yiren is like the long night in Kyushu, then Wu Shengren is like the fierce sun that briefly scorches the earth.

"The world has been miserable for a long time!" the old man roared:

"We are willing to be a stepping stone for martial arts leaders to challenge strangers. Even if we can only shorten the gap by one or two years, we are willing to do so!"

"We are willing to be the stepping stone for martial arts leaders!" The other dozen or so warriors also shouted in unison.

Qiao Mu looked at these warriors whose blood was rising, and then looked at the corpses at their feet without saying a word.

Putting aside the character of Wu Shengren.

The Martial Saint is indeed the well-deserved leader of martial arts, the strongest among the martial arts in the world, and the bearer of martial arts.

In today's era where strangers are superior, the so-called strongest martial arts masters are not the same thing as the "first masters in martial arts" and "the best masters in the world" who have been produced in the past hundreds and thousands of years.

The so-called top master in martial arts represents an honor and is the person with the strongest martial arts in all eras.

But today's martial arts leader does not represent the strongest and honor. He also naturally has to shoulder the expectations of other martial artists and the possibility of fighting against strangers.

The world has been suffering for a long time!

These warriors, headed by Mo Mingzhi, the previous generation of Xingxuan envoy, regarded Wu Shengren as a life-saving straw when they were drowning.

As for whether this straw can support their expectations, this straw may not even be straw, but poisonous thorns... These drowning people can't care so much.

"Martial Saint will use forty years to create the present method and advance the martial arts for hundreds of years. He is the greatest hope for martial artists of our generation!"

Time is the most ruthless and does not depend on human will.

The long gap between Wufu and Yiren can only be caught up by accumulating bit by bit over the same long period of time.

"These are your last words?"

Quietly, Wu Shengren stepped in. He looked down at Mo Mingzhi and others, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

His disappointment was not because Mo Mingzhi and others fabricated information about Emperor Dayan's appearance, but because of something else.

"Martial Saint..." Mo Mingzhi and others trembled subconsciously.

The trembling of the body is not only instinctive fear, but also a kind of faint expectation and excitement.

"A bunch of cowards." Wu Shengren's eyes were cold:

"Conscious that you are unable to fight against strangers, and after losing all hope, do you place your hopes on the so-called 'martial arts leader'?"

He strode forward, his muscular arms swelling and enlarging with blood, and he suddenly grabbed Mo Mingzhi's old body in his hand.

"No wonder I haven't been able to embark on the path of refining gods for so many years. After all, I have lost a little bit of courage and heart. I'm all a coward."

Being able to master the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Art" means that you have an extraordinary character. If you have the martial arts qualifications and perseverance to keep up, you can hope to embark on the path to the third level of divine refining.

But a warrior's character, perseverance, etc. are not static.

There was no trace of emotion on Wu Shengren's face, he just stood there quietly, letting the old man's body in his palm slowly deflate.

Mo Mingzhi's eyes gradually lost their luster, and finally he died. His shriveled old body fell down and fell into the pile of similarly shriveled corpses below.

"As for you...it's too early to die." He looked at the other dozen warriors.

The strength of these warriors is uneven. The weak ones are only ninth-grade warriors who have just become inner strength. The stronger ones are not much stronger. There is no fourth-grade warrior.

"If you want to be my stepping stone, it depends on whether you have the qualifications." Wu Shengren said in an indifferent voice.

"If you really want to die, then train hard, fight to the death, and come to me again in ten or twenty years."

The faces of these dozen warriors were ashen and their bodies fell limply to the ground.

Some people's faces also naturally showed a sense of happiness for surviving the disaster.

Facing the most powerful person in the martial arts, Wu Shengren, is naturally extremely stressful for them.

There may have been some excitement just now, but now they have come to their senses, calmed down, and fled.

"So, Mo Mingzhi didn't betray? He just lied about the news?" Xingxuan envoy relaxed slightly:

"Of course, lying about important information is almost the same as betrayal."

This time, it was not the Xingxuan envoy who failed in his duties.

Because no one could predict that the stranger would suddenly attack Mo Mingzhi, and no one could predict that Mo Mingzhi, who had been a member of the Wuji Association for twenty years, would suddenly go crazy.

Wu Shengren was slightly shorter and picked up the secret message with a corner exposed from the robe pocket of Mo Mingzhi's corpse.

"It's not like he lied about the information." His expression darkened slightly:

"Although he wanted to die, Mo Mingzhi did find something before he died."

"Emperor Yonghe has arrived at Qingyun Temple on the mountain and stayed temporarily in the Taoist temple. No wonder Xingxuan Envoy can't find any clues about Emperor Yonghe no matter how hard he searches..."

Emperor Yonghe was in Qingyun Temple, so the plan to assassinate the emperor on the way was no longer feasible.

There are only two options left before Wu Shengren:

Either give up, or... go directly to Qingyun Temple and kill Emperor Yonghe!

Chapter 106 Immortal Gate Holy Land (4k

Qingming Town.

It was already night, but the town was still brightly lit.

Pilgrims from the town who went up the mountain to worship the gods were returning along the mountain path, and there was a constant stream of pedestrians.

In terms of the number of pilgrims alone, the Qingyun Temple may be slightly less than the Xuantian Temple in Heyang Prefecture, but the piety of the pilgrims and believers is much higher. It has already fallen into the night, and many temples can still be seen on the mountain road. pilgrim.

Clang clang clang.

The bells in the town rang again, and the lame old man arrived early this time. He was at the front of the crowd and happily received the rice porridge.

The person distributing the rice porridge was still the strong Taoist Taoist Taoist from last time, but with Taoist Chiyang’s previous special instructions, he now naturally put on a good face.

Since it is at the foot of Qingming Mountain and there are many Taoist priests stationed in the town, no gangsters dare to cause trouble in this town.

From time to time, the public security of this small town at the foot of the mountain is much better than that of many cities under the rule of the Great Yan government.

Qiao Mu leaned on the railing on the balcony of the guest room of the inn and looked at the scene of the handyman serving porridge. He also looked at the towering Qingming Peak in the distance. He only felt that the atmosphere in this town was particularly harmonious and peaceful. It was the best time since he time traveled. See only.

"Are you ready? Take off your clothes?" At this time, Wu Qizheng's voice came from behind.

"OK."

Qiao Mu took off his shirt in the guest room of the inn, revealing his strong and plump tendons.

The exercises he majored in were Changsheng Quan and Wudang Zhen School's unique Chunyang Wuji Kung Fu. Although he also practiced many hard skills, his muscles were not overly full and obtrusive, and his muscle lines were smooth and distinct.

If you don't look at the face and just look at the body, you won't be able to tell that this is the body of a sixty-year-old man.

In the previous fight with the previous Xingxuan envoy, Qiao Mu also suffered some injuries, and he only took off his clothes to deal with Wu Qizheng's treatment.

"The external injuries on your body are not a problem, but the internal injuries to the meridians caused by the Demon's Disintegration Technique are a bit troublesome." Wu Qizheng judged.

The method of disintegrating demons can be said to be the most famous secret method of self-mutilation, and he naturally recognized it.

Of course, he had never seen a demon disintegration user as skilled and decisive as Qiao Mu.

"Ordinary medical skills cannot treat your internal injuries in a short time... Although I have another method, this method is a bit special and requires cutting your heart first." Wu Qizheng asked:

"Should I take Ma Fei Powder orally first?"

"No need." Qiao Mu said firmly that he didn't need it.

Mainly because he was a little curious about Wu Qizheng's treatment methods.

If the anesthesia is taken orally and the anesthesia is dispersed, others will faint and naturally cannot feel it.

As a strange man who started with nothing, his pain tolerance was already at an inhuman level, and he ignored ordinary pain.

"That's okay." Wu Qizheng was very straightforward. He immediately pulled out a sharp blade and slashed...his own arm.

arbor:?

This doctor started to cut himself with a knife. Isn't it more outrageous than using his bare hands to kill him?

But the next scene refreshed his understanding of martial arts in this world.

On Wu Qizheng's arm, a piece of flesh the size of a fist was removed by him, but strangely not much blood flowed out. The wound not only stopped bleeding on its own, but was even slowly squirming and recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Qizheng held the fist-sized mass of flesh and blood in his left hand and walked towards Qiao Mu with the knife in his right hand.

Qiao Mu's face changed slightly: "What does this mean?"

It's not like he hasn't experienced death before, but he has never experienced such a weird scene.

"The flesh and blood of monsters is a great tonic for warriors. And my flesh and blood... is a bit special. It is also a great tonic for warriors and can be used to heal wounds." Wu Qizheng said calmly:

"Compared with eating monster flesh and blood, after my flesh and blood enters your body, it can help you save the digestion and absorption process of your body and directly repair the inside of your body."

"The main reason for this is... I am stronger than you, so a piece of flesh and blood the size of a fist can repair the damage to your meridians all over your body."

"...Is this the modern method created by Wu Shengren?" Qiao Mu suddenly remembered what Mo Mingzhi said before he died.

In the forty years since the establishment of Wujihui, martial arts has progressed for hundreds of years according to Mo Mingzhi's estimation.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, looking at Wu Qizheng's painting style, it is indeed a great breakthrough in martial arts, but the painting style is a bit crooked.

It's just that Qiao Mu is still a little hesitant.

When this kind of foreign body of flesh and blood enters the body, regardless of the rejection reaction, he even doubts that according to this style of painting, this ball of flesh and blood can still control his body, right?

When Wu Qizheng saw Qiao Mu pondering, he also guessed his concerns and said with a slight smile:

"Don't worry. If Wu Jihui wants to control you, he can just use force. Do you still need to use this method?"