Chapter 247
Now it was Qiao Mu's turn to have his eyes twitch slightly. He looked closely and saw that the person who was talking in the crowd had a faint horizontal line between his eyebrows. It turned out to be the storyteller Clairvoyance from Tingchao Tower.
Clairvoyance didn't notice Qiao Mu's gaze, and he kept talking under everyone's gaze:
"The Qiao family once told me that the Qiao family is connected by blood, so they can follow the connection of blood to come here."
"In an instant, they can cross thousands of miles!"
"This is the Qiao family's once-in-a-lifetime teleportation! As long as the younger generation encounters misfortune, the Qiao family elders will come quickly! This is an instinct engraved in the blood!"
"Is it so mysterious?" Others obviously didn't believe it:
"Xue Changhe, the first on the list of the blood family, is gifted and can pass on his skills from generation to generation."
"The Qiao family's gift is to teleport once in a lifetime? Isn't this more outrageous than the Blood Family?"
"It's really outrageous." Clairvoyance nodded quietly:
"So I suspect that the Qiao family is actually a half-demon family, so they have strong bodies and demonic power in their blood, so they can teleport once in a lifetime!"
"What a mess... Don't believe in rumors or spread them." Qiao Mu looked at them with a little more respect.
This clairvoyant was honest when he was with him, but who knew he was still full of nonsense behind his back.
I heard that he was the pillar of the Qiwen School, and now it seems that this rumor is well-made and can scare people.
He was about to go forward to talk, but suddenly he felt something and looked behind him.
I saw that in the sky outside the inn, several rays of light suddenly broke through the sky, coming quickly from far to near.
They were several monks wearing Taoist robes of the Da Dao Sect, all with stern expressions, each standing on a flying sword, gourd and other magic weapons, looking down at the warriors in the inn.
"The warriors of the Qiao family committed a serious mistake and threw dirty water on our immortal sect, the Da Dao Sect. The Wu Ji Hui is also a rebel."
"You, the storyteller, ignored the facts and insulted our immortal sect. You are probably a member of the Qiao family!"
"What?" The inn was originally bustling and almost full of people, but at this time it was dead silent, and many people silently made way for the long-robed storyteller Jiang Chen in the inn to appear in front of the Da Dao Sect cultivators.
"You are quite sensible." The leading foundation-building cultivator laughed:
"It's a little late."
"Join my immortal sect as a martial slave for ten years, and you can pay for your sins."
Everyone suddenly changed color:
"This immortal sect Da Dao Sect is so perverse, it has never been like this before..."
"Because it is different now." The leading foundation-building cultivator's eyes turned cold:
"If you want to blame someone, blame the Qiao family for trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm. If the King of Qin is here... this matter is still different."
If the King of Qin is here, the immortal sect will hide behind the scenes, and the Great Qin Mansion will be suppressed by the King of Qin to become a place of incense and a fairyland on earth.
But when the King of Qin was involved, the reputation of the Da Dao Sect was also greatly affected, so the situation was naturally out of control.
How could the Da Dao Sect pretend that nothing happened when many immortal monks died tragically at the hands of mortals?
Whether it is the Wu Ji Association or the Qiao family, whether the Martial Saint is fake dead and resurrected or the so-called "Southern King", they are destined to be unable to escape the revenge of the immortal sect and will die one day!
It's not just the Wu Ji Society and the Qiao family. How can the Immortal Sect tolerate such a gossiper who dares to tell stories about "the Qiao family's use of martial arts to defeat the immortals" in public?
Since the matter of King Qin has been blown, the cultivators of the Dao Sect can only stand in front of the stage, and because of the damage to their reputation, they will have to be tougher than before to disintegrate the resistance of mortals and re-establish the authority of the immortals.
If the immortals are not strong, if the immortals can be defeated by some martial artists, how can they be called immortals, how can they let the world worship them and enjoy incense offerings?
"Gossiping and insulting our immortal sect, they should be killed!" The leading cultivator's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a flying sword whizzed past!
At this moment.
Qiao Mu also looked up.
At the moment when the flying sword fell, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in the void. This seemed to be an illusory sword light that seemed real but not real, blooming from Qiao Mu's eyes, like a thunder.
The hearts of several foundation-building cultivators were shocked, and their bodies tilted slightly in the air.
At the same time, several sharp arrows shot through the air outside the inn, barely brushing past the figures of these foundation-building monks.
"Are there really remnants of the Wu Ji Society?" The faces of these foundation-building monks were livid, and they obviously regarded the two waves of attacks that were almost simultaneous as the same group of people.
"Chase!"
In the distance, several warriors performed Qinggong and fled quickly on the roof, but no matter how good their Qinggong was, how could they resist the escape light of the cultivators?
Before they escaped from this town, these warriors were caught up by the cultivators.
But at this moment, Wu Qiankun stepped out from the shadows in the corner. He stared at these foundation-building monks with an expression that could not be concealed: "Such a simple trick can catch fish? The immortal cultivators have been arrogant for too long." Chapter 261 No. 1 on the God List (5k) "Little Martial Saint, Wu Qiankun?" Qiao Mu looked at a corner of Anxi Town, where a warrior was confronting several Dao Sect monks. He and Wayne were listening to storytelling in the inn, and accidentally saw the Dao Sect monks taking action, so they chased out. Wu Qiankun was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, with a strong body, cold eyebrows and sharp eyes. He did not use any disguise to cover his face and appeared in his original appearance. "Brother Qiao, it's best not to look directly at Wu Qiankun." Wayne beside him reminded him at this time.
"Wu Qiankun is the first person on the God List, and the martial artist who is closest to the Martial Saint in the world. The little Martial Saint is not just a name." Wayne had dealt with Wu Qiankun several times before. At this time, he did not look directly at Wu Qiankun, but explained to Qiao Mu: "It is said that the intuition of Wu Qiankun is so strong that it is incredible. He has reached the realm of 'the cicada knows the autumn wind before it blows'." "Even a gaze from a very far distance may alarm him, so it is very difficult to be ambushed or spied on." "You can say that... only he can peek at others, and no one can peek at him." A strong martial artist who refines the spirit can even mislead the intuition of a weaker martial artist, just like a fake move on the basketball court. Qiao Mu nodded slightly. He also wanted to see Wu Qiankun's skills, so he only watched with the corner of his eyes, and his eyes were locked on the several foundation-building cultivators. Obviously, the several foundation-building cultivators also recognized Wu Qiankun. Although the cultivators of the Dao Sect never looked down on ordinary martial artists, they also recognized the newcomer. They were going to cause trouble for Wu Jihui and the Qiao family, so it was impossible that they could not recognize Wu Qiankun.
With a thought, these foundation-building cultivators stepped on the magic weapons under their feet, turned into several rays of light and quickly rose into the sky.
They were not trying to escape, but just to keep a distance and bully the mortal warriors who could not fly.
Immortal cultivators can control flying swords, drive magic weapons, draw talismans and cast spells, and their attack distance is much longer than that of warriors. Why do they want to fight with warriors in close combat?
These cultivators stayed in the air about 30 to 40 meters high, each of them pinched the magic formula, and there was lightning bursting from the palm of their palms, falling from the sky.
For warriors in the world, no matter how advanced their Qinggong is, they still need to borrow some force, and they cannot step on their left foot and right foot to go to the sky.
Even for the martial artists who practiced the spirit, the internal energy can only be released at a distance of ten meters at most.
So these cultivators stayed in the air 30 to 40 meters above the ground, not far or close.
If they were too close, there was a risk of being attacked by the warriors. If they were too far, the magic they used might be avoided by Wu Qiankun with his intuition.
"This move again?" Wu Qiankun sneered.
Obviously, these Dao Sect cultivators were not the first ones he had killed.
His figure flashed continuously, dodging and evading in the thunder, as if he was strolling in the garden.
A first-grade warrior of the soul-refining class could not block the immortal Dao magic, but relying on his keen intuition, he could dance on the tip of the knife and dodge the attack in a flash.
"The immortal cultivators flew to the sky, which is also a common method of bullying the warriors." Qiao Mu said:
"So, what means will Wu Qiankun use to deal with the so-called number one on the contemporary god list?"
Qiao Mu was really curious. It was obvious that Wu Qiankun had a purpose and must have a method against the immortal cultivators.
"Could it be... the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon?" Qiao Mu guessed.
The Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon is a super-grade light skill created by the previous generation of super-grade martial artist Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon, which is already considered an extraordinary light skill.
And this "Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon" was actually the best light skill in the world forty years ago.
Like other super-grade martial artists such as "Spear Saint" and "Pao Ding's Butcher Knife", he died in the hands of the Martial Saint thirty years ago.
So of course the Martial Saint also has such a super-grade light skill.
"That's not necessarily the case." Wayne was very calm:
"Super-grade light skills are not so easy to practice. Although there are many martial arts secrets in the Wu Jihui arsenal, who can learn all the unique skills?"
Wayne has not entered the super-grade, but he is known as the best light skill in the world, so his vision is naturally not bad.
Wu Qiankun was very calm. While dodging, he looked up at the immortal cultivators standing on the magic weapons and said slowly:
"Immortal cultivators are always arrogant."
"I don't know that the progress of human martial arts in the past few decades has surpassed the past hundreds of years."
"Have you ever heard of..." Wu Qiankun suddenly asked:
"In ancient times, there were still people who could control the wind?"
Supreme people?
Qiao Mu and Wayne looked at each other.
Although he didn't quite understand what Wu Qiankun wanted to do, from what he heard, could it be that he had the means to control the wind? Similar to the super-grade light skill Tianlong Eight Steps?
However, what responded to Wu Qiankun was a series of wind blades.
These cultivators of the Da Dao Sect had no interest in playing dumb with Wu Qiankun at all. While he was talking, they performed several spells in succession, and several wind blades barely brushed Wu Qiankun's back.
This time, Wu Qiankun's body was almost hit. The wind blade cut open his back, revealing a broad back with full and distinct muscles.
Wu Qiankun had no expression. He was neither anxious nor annoyed. He just said: "In ancient times, there was a wise man who rode the wind to the sky. He held the sun and the moon in his hands and returned to the sky." Wu Qiankun lowered his body slightly, and the internal force of his toes burst out, and his body shot up into the sky like an arrow. His internal force burst out, and his speed was extremely fast, but he only jumped to a height of more than ten meters in the air. Even the best Qinggong needs to borrow strength. Now Wu Qiankun only jumped to a height of more than ten meters with all his strength. Seeing his body stagnate, he was about to become a live target in the air. This made the foundation-building cultivators even feel a little funny. Who wouldn't love a live target that was delivered to the door? "Erosion Bone Fire!" They each performed magic, and a series of blazing flames formed a sea of fire in the air, trying to completely surround Wu Qiankun, who had no leverage in the air. But Wu Qiankun's face remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Now, it's your turn to pay the price for your arrogance." Wu Qiankun was in the air, his eyes wide open: "Blood and flesh change in a hundred ways, and people change!" At this moment.
On his originally broad and majestic back, the flesh and blood began to squirm and change.
A row of dense round holes suddenly formed on the back, which was as sharp and angular as marble.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!
Airflow spurted out from the dense circular holes!
Wu Qiankun, who had been stagnant in the air, jumped up, his black and red energy drawing a long streamer in the air, and hit the three Dao Sect cultivators head-on with thunderous momentum.
Just one punch.
The protective treasure light on the three immortal cultivators suddenly shattered, and their bodies were captured by Wu Qiankun's suddenly expanded hands.
Wu Qiankun held the three immortal cultivators in one hand and gradually landed from the sky.
By the time his feet reached the ground, the bodies of the three immortal cultivators clenched in his hands were as dry as dead branches, and they were completely dead.
Wu Qiankun opened his big hands and put the dried remains of the three immortal cultivators into the storage bag on his waist.
Storage bags are originally created by immortals, and most of them have immortal restrictions. There are only a few storage bags that do not have restrictions and can also be used by warriors.
As the number two figure in Wu Jihui, Wu Qiankun naturally has something like this in him.
"A day of killing is better than years of hard work."