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

Chapter 388

The sun is gradually rising, casting a ray of morning light, illuminating the sea of ​​clouds of Yanshendao Immortal Mountain.

On a mountain peak surrounded by clouds and mist, several young disciples sat on the stone platform on the top of the mountain, discussing.

"Have you heard? Elder Xuanji of our sect is dead."

"Yes, a dignified Yuanying elder, who lived for more than a thousand years, died just like that... I heard that it was the work of Qingzhuo Zhenren of the Dadao Sect."

"That's what I heard too. The Dadao Sect has been in Zhongzhou for a long time and has always been domineering. Now they dare to do something to our elders?"

"Really? Why do I hear that this matter seems to be related to a mortal family named Qiao?" The young Taoist holding a whisk in the lead spoke.

"Mortal family? This rumor is a bit outrageous, right?"

"It is a bit outrageous, but Senior Brother Zhao is the elder's disciple after all, so I guess this statement is not groundless?"

The other cultivators discussed.

The young Taoist who spoke just now was different from others. He was a disciple that Elder Tianquan of Yanshen Dao had just accepted.

Although the elder's direct disciple had a low level of cultivation, his status was there, so ordinary inner disciples like them could not refute casually.

"You are a little out of touch with the news." The young Taoist became excited and continued:

"Half a month ago, there was a big event in Yunxiao Sect in Southwest Province that caused a sensation?"

"The current head of Southwest Province, Yunxiao Daojun, was killed by a mortal warrior named Qiao Xinxin!"

"What? There is such a thing?"

"Oh, by the way, a few days ago, all the elders went out to Southwest Province together, and the dates matched. It turned out to be for this matter."

When everyone was discussing heatedly, a voice came from the sky.

"My fellow disciples, be careful with your words."

Taoist Gan Zhen descended from the sky, his face solemn and expressionless.

"Is it Senior Brother Gan Zhen?"

"Senior Brother Gan Zhen is here."

All the disciples immediately saluted.

This Taoist Gan Zhen is a Jindan-stage deacon of Yanshen Dao, and also the top-ranked disciple of Elder Xuanji.

These ordinary inner disciples are inferior to Taoist Gan Zhen in terms of cultivation and status, and they just discussed the death of Elder Xuanji. Now that they see the real master, they can't help but lower their heads.

"My fellow disciples, we cultivators of Yanshen Dao must keep our minds and spirits calm on weekdays, and not speak nonsense." Taoist Gan Zhen looked at the elder disciple who had just spoken:

"Brother Zhao, your news is a bit out of date."

"What do you mean, brother?" The disciple surnamed Zhao was puzzled.

"The Yunxiao Sect has already refuted the rumor, and there is still a mortal killing the head of the immortal sect. I even suspect that you are a fan of the Qiao family?" Taoist Gan Zhen pretended to be angry:

"Are you trying to say that my master Xuanji Zhenren was killed by a mortal?"

"This..." The disciple surnamed Zhao was speechless.

This Taoist Gan Zhen is a deacon in the Jindan stage. His seniority, status and cultivation are all higher than his. It is difficult for him to refute him when he speaks out.

Taoist Gan Zhen continued:

"After Taoist Yunxiao faked his death, several other major immortal sects came to the door together. Many Yuanying cultivators were slapped to death by Taoist Yunxiao. How can this be fake?"

"The head of the Yunxiao Sect is very shrewd and is obviously playing the long game. He has other plans. This is also recognized by several major immortal sects..."

"Junior brother, I advise you that since it is hearsay, it is better to be careful with your words."

Taoist Gan Zhen snorted coldly and left.

Only the disciples were left looking at his back and started to discuss again.

"Is Senior Brother Gan Zhen in a bad mood today? He used to be a very kind person."

"Isn't this nonsense? His master Xuanji Zhenren is dead..."

"Be careful with your words..."

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In the distance

After Gan Zhen Taoist left, the anger on his face quickly subsided and his expression returned to calm.

He held his chin with one hand, thinking: "Junior Brother Zhao is a disciple of the elders. He knows about the Qiao family, most of which he heard from his master, Elder Tianquan..."

Although he explained to the elders in the meeting hall before and directed the war to True Man Qingzhuo, he knew that the elders might not believe him.

Today, it turned out to be true.

But it doesn't matter.

What he said just now was not just to those inner disciples.

"As long as this word spreads, the elders will definitely know..."

Taoist Gan Zhen felt tired again when he thought about it.

"Go back to the cave to rest."

Taoist Gan Zhen stepped on the flying mirror magic weapon under his feet. As soon as he arrived at the cave, he heard a voice from below.

"Brother Gan Zhen, you came at the right time."

Taoist Gan Zhen looked down and saw that there were more than a dozen cultivators gathered together looking at him.

These cultivators are all disciples of Elder Xuanji, and fellow disciples of Gan Zhen Daoist.

One of them said with emotion: "Master died suddenly, and we disciples have low cultivation and are unable to take revenge..."

"But at least we should do our best to find out the cause of Master's death, and at least report it to the sect."

"What do you think, Brother Gan Zhen?"

The cultivators looked at Gan Zhen Daoist seriously.

Gan Zhen Daoist is the eldest disciple of Elder Xuanji, so he naturally respects him.

Just this glance made Gan Zhen Daoist feel overwhelmed:

"I think... it's not right."

Gan Zhen Daoist pondered for a long time, and said seriously:

"Please calm down first, if Master is still alive, he certainly doesn't want us to act rashly..."

"After all... After all, it was the Taoist Qingzhuo from the Da Dao Sect who killed him!" Taoist Gan Zhen's voice gradually became more sorrowful:

"The Taoist of the Da Dao Sect is extraordinary. If we act rashly, it will cause a dispute between the two major sects..."

"When our master was still alive, he often taught us that we cultivators should cultivate the way of immortality, not the way of reckless men who repay blood with blood and teeth with teeth. When will the cycle of revenge end..."

Taoist Gan Zhen spent half an hour persuading these fellow disciples. When he returned to the cave, he felt exhausted.

In the past few days, he has been running around with all his heart and soul, trying his best to prevent the sect from going astray... and being related to the person who was haunted by death.

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In the mountains outside the city of Linhe Prefecture, Southwest Province.

"Is this Taoyuan Villa?"

Wu Mingkong frowned and looked at a peach blossom forest in front of him.

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The peach blossom forest is colorful and the grass is bright, which is a beautiful scene, but there is only a big stone in the forest, on which the four words "Taoyuan Villa" are written with strong internal energy.

Apart from this huge stone, there is nothing else in this place, just a common wasteland in the mountains, where is the shadow of Taoyuan Villa?

"Little girl, are you also looking for Taoyuan Villa?"

At this time, a voice came from behind.

Wu Mingkong turned around and saw a middle-aged woman.

The woman has a strong body, calloused palms, and slender but strong arms. She is obviously a martial artist.

"If you are yearning for Taoyuan Villa, why not move and follow me to the thatched cottage in front?" The middle-aged woman smiled.

Wu Mingkong followed the middle-aged lady's gaze and saw that on the other side of the peach blossom forest, there were several simple thatched houses.

Although the house was simple, it was equipped with wooden man piles, stone locks and other martial arts training items displayed in front of the door.

"Could this be Taoyuan Villa?" Wu Mingkong was surprised.

"There is no Taoyuan Villa in Southwest Province anymore." The middle-aged woman smiled and said:

"The Qiao family has left, but we, the martial artists who have traveled thousands of miles, admire the ideas of the owner Qiao Xin, so we decided to live here and pass on martial arts to each other."

At this point, several sturdy martial artists walked out of the thatched house one after another, smiling and greeting.

Wu Mingkong observed carefully for a few times. In fact, the martial arts of these people were not high, and their breathing was not rhythmic. Obviously, they had not practiced any superior internal skills.

"Are you here in this peach blossom forest to be a hermit?" Wu Mingkong was slightly surprised and had a simple conversation with these people.

Among these people, there are actually some local warriors from Southwest Province who have entered the real Taoyuan Villa and received the kindness of the Qiao family, but they did not leave with everyone.

In recent days, there have been many foreign warriors coming from afar, but they often return disappointed.

Seeing that fewer and fewer warriors are visiting, Taoyuan Villa is gradually no longer in the spotlight, so this person has an idea and simply builds a hut near the peach blossom forest.

Taoyuan Villa has become a martial arts legend in Southwest Province and no longer exists.

But the seeds of Taoyuan Villa have been planted.

"The real Taoyuan Villa has moved to Nanzhou, and only the peach blossom forest is left here?"

Wu Mingkong thought.

She is a person with big breasts and no ambition. In fact, she does not have the ambition to bear the name, so she originally has no good feelings for Taoyuan Villa.

However, when she heard these people talking about the rumored Taoyuan Villa, she felt a little interested in it.

"Taoyuan Villa is not a newly established martial arts sect, nor is it a martial arts force like the Wu Ji Association. It is just a place where people exchange martial arts, and is called a martial arts holy land by the world."

"That is to say, if I go there, as long as I exchange martial arts on time, I don't need to practice." Thinking of this, Wu Mingkong's eyes suddenly lit up.

Practicing martial arts has never been an easy thing, no matter how high or low your talent is, it is all the same. It has all been watered with sweat, and there is no shortcut.

Even Jian Zexian had experienced many years of hard training in his early years, but he gradually relaxed after becoming famous and gradually abandoned his martial arts.

Wu Mingkong never liked such a hard thing as practicing martial arts, but she was too talented and was accepted by the martial arts saint.

The so-called 72 sages are the dogs who competed with each other among the 3,000 martial arts geniuses and were finally promoted.

The entire Wu Ji Association is the same.

However, Wu Mingkong found that Taoyuan Villa seemed to be a little different from what she had imagined before...

"Let's go, it's time to go to Nanzhou." Wu Mingkong did not stop.

She also knew that since the Martial Saint had given the order, he would never let her slack off on the road.

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"Taoyuan Villa? Exchange martial arts?"

Shi Jian's tone was slightly excited:

"In the past two years, Jiuzhou has added such a place, which sounds good."

"I guess there must be a lot of Qiao family magic skills like Iron Crotch Kung in Taoyuan Villa?"

Wood Sword Wanderer Lu Yanbei looked at his younger brother and was speechless.

This trip was about to arrive at Taoyuan Villa in Nanzhou. He originally wanted to talk to his younger brother about martial arts, but who knew that Jian Zexian would turn the topic around and turn to the crotch.

"There should be no iron crotch skill." Qiao Mu said;

"But if Taoyuan Villa continues to exist, maybe one day there will be a martial arts that allows you to become a human being?"

"You said this, I won't be sleepy anymore." Jian Banxian suddenly became excited.

In fact, he has no physical body now, and he doesn't even have much interest in Iron Crotch Kung Fu.

After all, he is just a stone sword now. Even if he has all kinds of skills at his side, the most he can do is to get excited, but he can't hold it back.

"Let's continue talking about "The Art of Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword"." Qiao Mu looked at Lu Yanbei who was holding the stone sword and getting ready to go:

"The art of slashing the sky and drawing the sword is a swordsmanship that has no return. It emphasizes the form but the intention..."

In Qiao Mu's view, Lu Yanbei was an old man with great potential, and he was considered the most suitable sword holder to cooperate with the Sword Exorcist Immortal.

So he was busy at the moment, explaining "The Art of Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword" to Lu Yanbei.

Next to him, a little Jingwei rested on his shoulder, tilting his head to listen. He looked quite serious.

Qiao Mu stretched out his hand and rubbed two little Jingwei's heads. Suddenly a thought came to his mind and he said:

"By the way, according to the Spear Saint, or according to the Demon Spear Qingli, the way of craftsmanship goes one step further and seeks the 'artistic conception' and the 'unity of body and mind'."

"The former Spear Saint, after losing to Zhan Tian's Sword Drawing Technique, also created the last move of the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear, 'Jingwei Filling the Sea', which can be considered to be similar but similar in approach."

Qiao Mu teased the little bird twice.

"Gun Saint?" The Sword Banished Immortal next to him muttered a few words and began to comment sharply:

"His martial arts skills are barely mediocre, but in the way of skills, they are indeed not bad. Among the martial arts of Kyushu, he can be regarded as the best besides me. He has already reached the threshold of super-level skills."

"Huh? Super skilled?"

Qiao Mu, Lu Yanbei and others turned to look, and even Little Jingwei also tilted his head.

This is the first time they have heard of the concept of superior skills.

"The four great ways of a martial artist are strength, energy, skill, and spirit." Qiao Mu said:

"Kyushu warriors, refining the way of god refining, most of the super-grade martial artists are super-grade god refining."

"The second step after refining the super-grade spirit is often the super-grade inner strength, which is the 'union of qi and spirit'."

"Superior inner strength is something that only existed in the past few decades. Not many people have mastered it, but I have never heard of superior skills."

"You've probably never heard of it before." Jian Banxian smiled slightly:

"I made it up, I'm surprised you've heard of it."

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"Although I made it up, I didn't just make it up." Jian Banxian recalled:

"Many years ago, I had many discussions with the Spear Master."

"His martial arts skills are not very impressive, but he has a profound foundation in martial arts, and he has all kinds of martial arts theories at his fingertips. I couldn't convince him, so I thought out of a hurry and made up a saying about 'superior skills'."

The sword banished immortal smiled and said:

"Super-grade inner strength is the combination of 'god' and inner strength. So, super-grade skills can't be the combination of 'god' and martial arts?"

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