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

Chapter 469

Xizhou.

On the bank of Tongtian River, there is a large city called Guyan City.

There are many houses in the city. If you look at the houses on both sides of the road, you can naturally know that this was once a large city with a prosperous population.

But there were few pedestrians on the road, and it looked a bit desolate.

Qiao Yuan strolled around Guyan City with a wine gourd on her waist, walking around casually.

Behind him there were more than ten people including an old ascetic man.

There are more than a hundred survivors who walked out of the Blood Lotus Fairy Kingdom.

But when they arrived at Guyan City on the banks of the Tongtian River, the team of more than a hundred people broke up, each separated and went to its own destination.

"Isn't this Qiao Yuan? I haven't seen him for a year or two, but he's not allowed to come in and sit down for a while?"

A middle-aged man with an unspectacular appearance saw Qiao Yuan at the roadside inn, and immediately came over to invite guests with a smile.

"I don't have any money." Qiao Yuan said directly.

He was obviously an old acquaintance with the innkeeper, and he spoke quite directly.

He spent this time in the Blood Lotus Fairy Kingdom and the secret realm of Kuafu Mountain, how could he have any money left?

"If you don't have money, it's fine if you have a story." The innkeeper smiled and his eyes wandered around Qiao Yuan and others:

"We haven't seen each other for a year or two, but seeing you today makes a big difference. I can already smell the story in you."

He ticked his nose and looked intoxicated:

"This smell is too strong. You all feel the same."

On the other hand, the old ascetic man next to him was stunned and stared at the inn owner several times.

He vaguely remembered that when he entered Guyan City, he had met the chatty innkeeper...

"Stop pretending." Qiao Yuan entered the inn in a few steps and took a jar of wine by himself, preparing to pour it for himself.

"My dear, you are really good at choosing." The innkeeper's eyes widened immediately, and he stepped forward to snatch the wine jar from Qiao Yuan's hand:

“This is thirty years of ‘dispelling thousands of sorrows’.”

This is how the wine got its name. It is a famous wine special to Xizhou and can cost up to a thousand taels.

And Thirty Years of San Qianchou is a rare treasure, the most expensive bottle of wine in this inn.

The innkeeper just put the wine in the town place, who would have thought that Qiao Yuan was really thinking about him.

"Don't worry. I have a story that is good enough to be worthy of this wine, and also worthy of the ears of the storyteller in Tingchaolou." Qiao Yuan smiled slightly and said slowly.

Middle-aged people move a little slower.

"It seems you came prepared. Have you been thinking about my drink for a long time?"

"Since you have already prepared, let me listen." The inn owner hesitated and said:

"First of all, please tell me briefly what is going on. If I feel that I can listen to it, it won't be too late to pour some wine."

Qiao Yuan didn't care about the innkeeper at all. He filled a cup for himself, and said slowly amid the eager look on the innkeeper's face:

"The Blood Lotus Sect no longer exists, and the Blood Lotus Fairyland collapsed."

"besides..."

"Martial Saint is dead."

The innkeeper stood there for a long time, watching in a daze as Qiao Yuan filled up a glass of wine, then raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp, secretly saying that the wine was good.

"How about it? Is the story I'm going to tell you worthy of your thirty years of 'resolving thousands of sorrows'?" Qiao Yuan said with a smile.

The innkeeper was speechless for a long time, then he took out a big wine bowl and said:

"Give it to me too."

"I understand." Qiao Yuan nodded with a smile and poured a full bowl for the innkeeper:

"The taste of having no one to drink with is like a knight who travels thousands of miles at night to kill villains and returns home at night without anyone noticing. Although he still retains his elegance of traveling at night in brocade clothes, it loses some of its splendor after all."

Speaking of this, Qiao Yuan's eyes dimmed slightly.

It was Qiao Gui who defeated the Blood Lotus Sect and left.

But before Qiao Gui, three or four members of the Qiao family died in Kuafu Mountain.

And he didn't want to see the heroes unknown, and hoped that a few people in the world would remember the names of the Qiao family.

Therefore, after descending from Kuafu Mountain, the first place he visited was the Tingchaolou Storyteller's Inn in Guyan City.

When this matter is over, he plans to return to Kuafu Mountain.

First of all, he has obtained bones and blood, and is equivalent to the master of the Red Sun Secret Realm. He has to look at the faceless flesh and blood god.

Secondly, Qiao Mu left a flesh and blood clone there, so he naturally used his old identity of the Qiao family to the outside world.

But before that….

"Come on, let me tell you about the battle between the Martial Saint and the ancestors of the Qiao family..."

"..."

"Do you know what Saint Wu's last words were at the end of the battle?" Qiao Yuan asked.

He was not present when this incident happened, but he naturally heard Wu Jing recount it.

"Will I come back?" the innkeeper asked tentatively.

Qiao Yuan just shook his head.

"He said....the strong live and the weak die."

"Finally it's time for me to die..."

The innkeeper was silent for a long time and sighed:

"This saint is really on the verge of death. He is not a double standard. He is not a coward who talks about the weak and the strong, but thinks he is eliminated and then begs for mercy."

"This is the style of a martial saint."

"This Martial Saint's mind has always been as deep as the sea. Who can guess what he is thinking..." The inn owner said slowly:

"On the verge of death, it is impossible for me to express my heartfelt feelings and all my obsessions and difficulties..."

"That's it now, why say anything more?" Qiao Yuan raised the wine bowl.

The innkeeper was startled, then nodded.

"Yes, that's it. No need to say more."

He raised the wine bowl in his hand and bumped it with Qiao Yuan. Some of the wine splashed out, and the mellow smell escaped, attracting the attention of the people around him.

"It has been forty years since the Alien War."

"It has been thirty years since the Martial Saint suppressed the martial arts..."

"And today, it just happens to be the thirty-year-old 'relief of Qianchou'." The inn owner looked at Qiao Yuan and said slowly:

"It seems that you are really prepared."

Qiao Yuan softly chanted: "Who created the turbid mash for you? One drink will dispel a thousand sorrows."

He said in a low tone: "The storms of the martial arts in the past thirty years are all in this wine."

The two raised their wine bowls and drank the wine in one gulp.

Forty years ago, the martial arts world was an era of gatherings of heroes. The Sword Banished Immortal was the dominant one, and the rest also included the Spear Saint, the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon, the Withered Leaf Divine Monk, etc. with different styles.

Thirty years ago, the martial arts world was beaten to pieces by the martial arts saint.

The famous sect fell apart, leaving only the Martial Saint, who was famous all over the world, and the rest were gone.

They know.

It begins with the death of Wu Shengren.

An era of martial arts has come to an end.

....................................

Zhongzhou.

Wu Jing and Qiao Mu walked in tandem, shuttling between the mountains and forests, moving like the wind.

Wu Jing's lightness kung fu was naturally far inferior to Qiao Mu's, and Qiao Mu almost led him along the way.

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But now that he was approaching the general helm of Wu Jihui, Wu Jing strongly demanded that he be let down and lead the way.

"Wu Jing, apart from the martial arts secrets from Shaolin, Wudang and other famous sects, what other magical skills do you have in the arsenal of the Wuji Association?"

Qiao Mu has actually always been curious about Wu Jihui's arsenal.

Wu Jing pondered for a moment and replied:

"Shaolin Wudang is certainly a famous sect that has dominated the martial arts for many years, but the pinnacle of ancient martial arts should be the top ten martial arts masters of the previous generation."

"Actually, many of the most powerful ones came from the great martial arts sects of the past."

Needless to say, he is the best swordsman in the world who banishes immortals. He is a true disciple of Wudang and has learned the Zhen sect's secret technique "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu".

The fourth person in the world is also the Withered Leaf Divine Monk who was born in Shaolin.

The number one chef in the world, "The Chef Ding Jie Niu Dao", is a cook who came out of the imperial kitchen. His martial arts was taught by Yan Taizu, and he is also not building a tall building from the ground.

As for Wu Shengren, he practiced martial arts in the army of the Great Yan court in his early years. He was also a good man and was not a wild person.

Wu Jing continued:

"The top ten masters in the world at the time could be said to be the strongest martial arts masters in the previous generation of martial arts. Most of them were based on the internal skills and mental methods of the famous sects, and they had reached the extreme in their respective fields."

"The Saint of Spears is the ultimate in the art of spearmanship. His "Hundred Birds Chaotic Phoenix Spear" is undoubtedly the best in the world."

"The eight-armed dragon is said to be the fastest in the world, has the fastest punches, and the fastest legs. He is respected for his light kung fu and boxing skills."

"The Withered Leaf Divine Monk is best at the world's most powerful martial art, the Indestructible Vajra Skill."

"There are also "Pao Ding Jie Niu Dao" and so on. They are all the most pinnacle martial arts among ancient martial arts."

Qiao Mu nodded.

In fact, these powerful men from previous generations still have some merits even for him today.

For example, Sword Banishes the Immortal... His "Sword Cutting Technique" has achieved the ultimate in moves. No one can match him in the martial arts of Kyushu.

However, the Sword Banished Immortal back then was not the opponent of Qingzhuo Zhenren from the Dao Sect - although this was due to the Sword Banished Immortal's demoralization and his inability to perform the Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Technique, but defeat was defeat and no more reasons were needed.

The reason is that Jian Banxian's "power" and "jin" are insufficient.

His martial arts has actually reached the second step of transcendence, a qualitative transformation of inner energy - when Qiao Mu deduced "The Art of Divine Transformation", he traced his memory and found inspiration from the sword banishing the immortal.

There is a certain order of learning and there is a specialization in the art.

The strongest men of the previous generation each had their own strengths and weaknesses, and were indeed unique in their respective fields.

Who but the 10,000-year-old ancestor of the Qiao family could practice martial arts to perfection?

However, trees as old as 10,985 years old can.

Just like when he poops, he even reads the instructions for the toilet cleaning liquid. Over a long period of time, Qiao Mu has practiced most of the martial arts he has practiced to the point of perfection and no progress.

There is a natural difference in power between the sword-killing technique of slaying the immortal and the 10,985-year-old Qiao Mu's sword-cutting technique.

Even if the martial arts that the other most powerful people in the martial arts world of the previous generation were not as dazzling as the sword-slaying technique, they still have their merits.

"Among the ancient martial arts parts of the arsenal, perhaps only the top ones are worthy of Senior Qiao Gui's discernment and are of some use to Senior Qiao Gui." Wu Jing said:

"But in the arsenal, there is still the modern martial art created by the martial saint and the seventy-two sages..."

Speaking of which.

Suddenly there was a thunderous roar from the front.

"Wu Jing, what are you doing? Are you a traitor?"

"Not only showing people the way, but also introducing the arsenal? Are you really afraid that the Martial Saint will eat you?"

In the strong wind.

A man nearly three meters tall and as burly as an iron tower was standing on the hill in front, looking at him coldly.

The skin all over his body showed a bronze color, and his body skin looked like steel poured into iron under the sun.

"Wu Jingang?" Wu Jing's eyes twitched slightly, and he immediately stood up, stopping when he was only four or five steps away from Wu Jingang.

Looking up, the small building belonging to the Wu Jihui can be vaguely seen here.

It was obvious that Wu Jingang had noticed the approach of Qiao Mu and the two men and came to intercept them in advance.

Some time ago, Wu Jihui's general helmsman was unexpectedly attacked by Wu Qizheng, who knew everything about it.

At this moment, Wu Jing, who looks similar to Wu Qizheng, comes again... How can Wu Jing not be angry?

"Don't worry yet." Facing Wu Jingang, Wu Jing was obviously quite afraid.

"Martial Saint, he is dead..."

Before Wu Jing could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wu Jingang shouting:

"Fuck you!"

"Who is the Martial Saint? Even if your father dies, the Martial Saint cannot die!"

Wu Jin had just finished cursing, and then he came to his senses belatedly:

"Oh, your father is really a martial saint, so that's okay."

Wu Jingang's brain is obviously a little down.

"Since everything is fine, then I can go over here?" Wu Jing asked tentatively.

"No! Don't move!"

Wu Jingang became angry again:

"I don't believe it! It's impossible for anyone in this world to kill the Martial Saint!"

"Did he lose to someone else?"

"He will not die until he suppresses the aliens of Kyushu with his iron fist and creates peace for all eternity!"

"Even if he loses, he will use all means and do everything possible to survive!"

As Wu Jingang spoke, his energy and blood obviously surged, and his face turned red.

"Because he is a martial saint, he is the most powerful person in the world!"

Wu Jing just sighed:

"It seems that you know what's going on."

The reason why he is afraid of Wu Jingang is not only because of Wu Jingang's strength, but also because of his temperament.

This man is a single-minded martial arts idiot, his temper is as bad as his hard work. He believes in whatever the martial arts saint says, saying that he is to create peace for all generations, and he also believes in it.

If he had a fight with Wu Jingang...it would be okay if he lost.

This person, like the Martial Saint, despises the weak.

If you win, it will be the beginning of a nightmare... This person will rely on his natural physique and hard work to constantly pester you.

If you lose ten games, fight eleven; if you lose a hundred games, fight a hundred and one.

Therefore, this Wu Jingang is the important person guarding the rudder of Zhongzhou Wujihui.

"I don't know!" Wu Jingang's face turned red, and his bronze skin looked like gold and iron in the sun.

"My name is Wu Jingang."

He walked towards the tree step by step, his body, which was already three meters tall, still growing faintly.

"Tingchao Tower ranks ninth on the strength list, and is thirteenth among the Seventy-Two Sages."

"He was born with a diamond body and has infinite strength. When he was young, he was adopted by the martial saint as his adopted son and practiced the "Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill"."

"to date."

He opened his palms.

The five thick fingers were like five copper pillars coming towards the face in the sunlight.

"It has long been invulnerable to water and fire, invulnerable to swords and guns, and the body is stronger than steel----"

But when he said this, he felt a long-lost tingling pain in his hand.

Looking carefully, he saw that something had pierced the palm of his hand, and blood was gurgling out.

The thing that pierced the palm of his hand was a bone sword in Qiao Mu's hand.

"The best hard skill in the world?" Qiao Mu glanced at the bone sword in his hand:

"It seems that the bones of our Qiao family are relatively strong."

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