Chapter 284
Don't talk about the Gun Saint.
Even as powerful as Taizu Yan, he has not been able to cultivate a superb martial artist among his own royal descendants for three hundred years.
Only through the imperial court, recruiting talents with foreign surnames throughout the Nine Provinces, looking for outstanding ones among them, and removing the small ones one by one, did Chu Tianming, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, appear.
The sickly old man Zhao Hu coughed lightly, his eyes rolling around Qiao Mu and the others:
"Actually, I just want to find a young talent who is willing to quell the chaos, to inherit my father's Spear Saint's "Hundred Birds toward the Phoenix Spear", and to inherit his last wish."
"You are all famous in the martial arts world of Jiuzhou. You are not here to compete with the juniors."
"Actually, I'm quite young, and my eyesight is dim. If you can let the celebrities watch the battle, teach the martial arts of the juniors, and help our Zhao family select a hero, it will solve the urgent need of my Xishan Village."
"I actually have a small gift, which is my father's martial arts experience left before his death. I would like to share it with you."
After saying these words, all the Jianghu guests became a little quiet, and did not give up the idea of fighting because of the so-called "Gunsheng Martial Arts Experience".
After all, this martial arts secret book has always been reserved for the strong.
Your Zhao family has the rules of the Zhao family. Although the Gunslinger has a great reputation, he has died long ago. Now that the Zhao family only has such a frail old man left, why should I tell you the rules?
These Jianghu people did not swarm him on the spot, but directly forced Zhao Hu to hand over the secret book. They could be regarded as the remaining power of the Gunslinger.
In the end, Wu Qiankun was the first to stand up and speak out.
"This statement makes sense." He said loudly:
"The Spear Saint is a heroic figure in the past. The one who can inherit his spear skills must be a young hero, not an old immortal with a skin as thick as a city wall."
"Oh? Who are you talking about immortality?" A white-haired old man in the crowd sneered. Just as he was about to stand up, his vision blurred, and a figure as tall as an iron tower suddenly appeared in front of him.
But after hearing a scream, the white-haired old monster was torn in half by Wu Qiankun, blood spattered and his flesh and blood were blurred.
"Such a master actually gives support to the descendants of the Spear Saint?" All the people in the world were surprised:
"With such strength, can't he just grab it? Does he have to follow the rules?"
Under Wu Qiankun's intimidation, although everyone had doubts, no one said anything.
Wu Qiankun was obviously giving Zhao Hu a platform.
First, he had extremely high confidence in Wu Rulong.
After all, this is the number one spearman genius in Kyushu recognized by the Martial Saint.
Secondly, he still has respect for the Spear Saint.
The super-grade warriors headed by the Spear Saint were the first batch of super-grade warriors to die at the hands of the Martial Saint.
Thirty years ago, with the power of nine people, they united as one, and the winner lived and the loser died, creating a martial saint with unprecedented strength.
Except for the sword-banished immortals who escaped in battle, Wu Qiankun also had great respect for the superb warriors who were contemporaries of Wu Shengren.
Therefore, although Zhao Hu and others in front of him are not very strong and are not qualified to enter Wu Qiankun's eyes, he is still willing to speak out to maintain the last bit of dignity for the descendants of the Spear Saint.
"You're right, young people are the pillars of Kyushu." Qiao Mu coughed lightly and stood up.
He didn't take action, but his eyes swept over everyone, his eyes instantly piercing.
In an instant, everyone's minds were shaken. It was clear that they were just glanced at, but it was like a sword being applied to them, and the skin on their bodies felt like a knife-like pain.
"These are two very terrifying martial arts masters. Are they the same as the old spear masters?"
Although the Jianghu guests were unwilling to do so, they naturally did not dare to make trouble in person.
"Thank you two masters for your help... I wonder what you call them?" Zhao Hu asked.
"My surname is Di." Wu Qiankun said casually, standing aside with his eyes closed and concentrating, without saying much to Zhao Hu.
It would be difficult for him to reveal his true identity, after all, Wu Shengren killed Zhao Hu's biological father.
If you really want to tell me your name, there might be some idiot in Xishan Village who would overestimate his ability and draw a sword for revenge.
"My surname is Zhou, Zhou Mu." Qiao Mu said.
"Zhou Mu?" Wu Qiankun frowned:
"In this world, is there a master like you with the surname Zhou? Another one pops out from the cracks in the rocks?"
"You hide your head and show your tail, do you dare to tell the truth?" Wu Qiankun opened his eyes and said coldly.
"It's just that you are ignorant." Qiao Mu said seriously:
"I, Zhou Mu, am the royal family of the former Great Zhou Dynasty."
"The Great Zhou Dynasty? If you want to compile it, make it more similar." Wu Qiankun snorted coldly:
"The royal family of the Zhou Dynasty is named Zhou?"
Qiao Mu was startled this time, thinking that Taizu Yan had caused him to make a fool of himself.
It turns out that Yan Taizu was a vulgar warrior with no culture, so he directly used his own surname as the name of the country.
Did he think this was the custom of this world's dynasties?
"This week is not that week. Doesn't this mean that you are ignorant?" Qiao Mu said seriously:
"I'm not talking about the Great Zhou Dynasty three hundred years ago, but the Great Jo Dynasty three thousand years ago."
I am from the royal family of the Jo dynasty, so my last name is Jo, right?
Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Zhao Hu quickly took out a thin booklet from his arms:
"This is the martial arts experience my father left behind during his lifetime..."
It must be said that Zhao Hu's eyes were still vicious. As soon as he took out this pamphlet, both people's attention was diverted and they said nothing more.
At this time, he turned back to look at the other Jianghu guests:
"Everyone."
"We are going to select an outstanding warrior. The rules are naturally very simple. The victory is determined by fists."
"The top of the western mountain behind me is where the Spear Master used to practice his skills."
"Our Xishan Village will leave gatekeepers on the mountain roads. The winner who can get through the three passes to the top of the mountain and fight with each other on the top of the mountain will naturally be the successor of "Hundred Birds Chasing the Phoenix Spear"."
"But you are all martial arts heroes. It would be a pity if you are injured and disabled here. This time is not a life and death fight. I hope you will be merciful and wait till the end."
Behind Zhao Hu, a villager from Xishan Village also stepped forward.
After all, it is a family that has produced a spear saint. This family is certainly not weak, and there are many burly warriors with strong backs and strong waists.
"Then let it be like this, Wuchang, the decision is yours." Qiao Mu patted the demon cat Wuchang beside him on the shoulder.
He had a rough understanding of the common sense of the demon clan from listening to the Chaolou storyteller Clairvoyance.
What the world calls a big monster actually refers to a big monster that a martial artist cannot fight against.
In the Kyushu martial arts system, the first rank is already the end.
First-grade and super-grade are like the difference between a doctorate and a postdoc.
The former is the highest level recognized by the court, but it does not mean that we have reached the end of this road.
The so-called great demons generally refer to those demons that are far stronger than first-grade god-refining warriors.
Although the demon clan also declined like the immortal cultivators, they were still a powerful group of creatures that once competed with the immortal cultivators.
Among the mortal warriors, only the rare and extraordinary warriors can compete with him.
Therefore, Qiao Mu is quite confident about Wu Chang, this demon cat that has absorbed countless death energy.
"I understand." Wu Chang raised his head, nodded pretendingly, and then asked in a low voice:
"But, what does it mean to stop?"
"...I just want you to save your life and don't kill anyone. You have to remember this." Qiao Mu helplessly held his forehead:
"Also, remember to speak politely. The Zhao family is descended from the Spear Saint and has a good reputation."
Although Chen Heihu, the beast slave in the villa, said that Zhao Hu had another evil intention, Qiao Mu naturally would not listen to one-sided words.
At this time, tomorrow is high, and the Jianghu guests have already followed the guidance of the Zhao clan and started to climb the mountain road behind.
A few older masters, including Qiao Mu and Wu Qiankun, were treated as guests by Zhao Hu. They followed him on another mountain road and watched the battle at this end from a distance.
There was a crowd of people, and several Zhao family warriors stood in front of the mountain road to stop the Jianghu guests in front of them.
"Everyone, this level will test your spear skills."
"If you fight alone and are better than anyone else like me in spear skills, you will pass."
Zhao Jiawufu pointed to the side. On the weapons column over there, there were various long guns prepared in advance.
"Sure enough, I have to test my spear skills..." Qiao Mu touched his chin, feeling a little embarrassed.
Although he allowed Wu Chang to learn some gun skills from him in seven days, what is enough to practice in seven days? It’s just the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu...eh?
Qiao Mu now saw Wu Chang picking up two iron guns and holding them in his hands.
Double guns? Qiao Mu had never been taught this before, and even he found it a bit strange.
"Practice double guns?" Everyone also noticed this scene, a little strange:
"Although dual spears are also spear skills, the Spear Saint's "Hundred Birds Chao Phoenix Spear" is a single spear spear skill. Wait, what is she doing?"
Amid everyone's surprised gazes, Wu Chang bent and twisted the iron gun in his hand. He twisted the steel gun into a circle of iron hoops and wrapped it around her right arm and waist, fixing the arm around her waist. .
"That's a lot of strength... No, what are you doing?" The burly middle-aged man guarding the gate frowned:
"You think you can defeat me with one hand? That's too arrogant."
"Did you do this on purpose?"
I heard Wu Chang puff out his chest and say innocently: "Save a hand, you can't kill people."
"Is this called saving a hand?" The middle-aged man guarding the gate twitched his eyes and took a deep breath.
If the other party is an ordinary martial artist, then he will probably provoke him deliberately because of this.
But the little girl in front of him had an inexplicable naive temperament, and she also looked quite pretty.
As the saying goes, appearance is justice. The middle-aged man guarding the gate began to reflect on whether there was something wrong with the patriarch's explanation just now, so he whispered softly:
"Little girl, is it possible that you have gone astray..."
Wu Chang stood there and thought about it, and felt that it made sense.
So she used her remaining hand to bend another iron gun, and tied her legs with this bent steel gun.
"Is this okay?" she asked with her eyes wide open.
"I..." Veins popped up on the middle-aged guard's forehead, and he unconsciously took a breath and gritted his teeth.
What's wrong with this? This is obviously intentional!
It was because he himself, a martial artist in the valley, was too simple, and he thought of this little girl from outside too simply...
This little girl clearly has a human face and an animal heart!
At this time, on another mountain road, Zhao Hu glanced at Qiao Mu expressionlessly.
Qiao Mu could only explain with a smile:
"The child is ignorant and said it for fun. She didn't mean it."
After saying that, I heard Wu Chang shout:
"can we start?"
"I can't move my legs right now, can you please come over?"
Wu Qiankun, who had been standing next to him with a solemn expression, could no longer hold back his expression and couldn't help but say:
"Oh, you're quite polite."
Qiao Mu opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain this time.
In fact, he thought, "Fuck you."
I don’t know if this little kitten is really evil or just plain stupid.
I don’t know where I learned the art of showing off, I’m self-taught...
The middle-aged man guarding the gate was already turning green.
There are so many people guarding the gate, and many Jianghu people are trying to break through the gate at the same time, and there are even some masters who have defeated the gatekeeper.