Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

Looking at the fleeing figure of Sect Master Haoran, Zhao Hongming stayed where he was and did not pursue him any further.

At this time, most of the energy and blood in his body had been poured into the life-stimulating puppet, and the surrounding spiritual energy was also deprived of every bit of it under the crazy stimulation of the Eight Desolations and Eternal Age Technique.

Even the Eight Desolations Immortality Kung Fu, as an immortal martial art, is extremely extraordinary. It continuously repairs his physical body, making him seem to have no injuries, and is not much different from the beginning.

But others don't know it, but Zhao Hongming knows it in his heart.

His dharma image was cut off by the Haoran Sword, and his soul was greatly damaged.

The giant's true seal in the visual world has also become dim, and the slightest use of the true intention of the whole body will cause dizziness.

What's more important is that the qi and blood integrated into the life-stimulating doll have been almost consumed, and the time limit is approaching.

It is difficult for him to guarantee whether the other party is acting alone and whether there is anyone else to respond.

Under such circumstances, even a martial artist in the Tongqiao realm may not be able to cope with it.

If he encounters other disciples of the Haoran Sect, his life may be in danger.

It would not be a wise move to pursue him any further.

With his stable character, he is not willing to do such risky things.

The Eight Desolations Eternal Age Skill was running on its own in his body, silently repairing his physical body.

After a few breaths, a blood-red brilliance appeared on the body of "Wei Wuji" transformed from the "life-inspiring puppet", gradually filling the body of "Wei Wuji".

The bloody brilliance became more and more intense, and finally "Wei Wuji" completely turned into a human-shaped bloody light and shadow.

Under Zhao Hongming's gaze, it exploded like fireworks, revealing the original dirty appearance of the doll.

The "life-prompting puppet" floated in the void, spun around, and flew back to Zhao Hongming's hand.

Kakaka.

A subtle cracking sound came from the "life-threatening puppet".

Zhao Hongming looked for the sound and saw clearly that there were fine cracks on the dirty doll's body, which quickly spread from the center of the eyebrows to the whole body.

With a bang, it broke into pieces of wood, glowing with a crystal luster.

Zhao Hongming let out a long sigh and felt it was a pity.

Nowadays, the Immortal Way is in decline, and no one knows how to maintain and repair it.

This life-enhancing doll is just a fake magic weapon. After countless years of abuse, and due to his rough use, it has reached the end of its lifespan.

But Zhao Hongming doesn't feel regretful.

At the critical juncture just now, if he didn't need to urge him, it would be difficult for him to win against the ninth-level martial master Haoran.

It's just something external to the body, it should be used and should not be too entangled.

Zhao Hongming turned his right hand and put away the fragments of the life-stimulating puppet in his hand.

These are the remnants of the ancient immortal way, and the materials used must have their own uniqueness. It would be a pity if they were thrown away casually.

With a "Wei Wuji" look on his face, Zhao Hongming turned around and walked towards the team with a normal expression.

The battle between the two of them just now was so shocking that Wei Bing and Cen Xiu who were originally nearby did not dare to get too close and hid far away.

The evening breeze blew, lifting broken leaves and branches dancing in the air.

The wind carries a bit of moisture, making people feel chilly.

rustling...

In front of Zhao Hongming, there were obviously many Wei soldiers, but except for the movement of weeds and dead branches in the evening breeze, he could not hear any noise.

Cen Xiu and Wei Bing seemed to have become wooden men. Even if someone made a move, they were cautious and did not dare to make a sound.

Zhao Hongming paused in his steps and felt a little confused.

His performance seemed to scare them a bit.

Cen Xiu, who was standing at the front of the Wei army, did not dare to breathe, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

When he was conquering thirty cities in Hedong County of Zhao State, he saw "Wei Wuji" take action.

At first he thought he was just a martial arts warrior who was slightly stronger than him.

Now it seems that I was so wrong.

This is not the same as him, it is simply much better than him.

There was once a good person in the world who ranked the ten most powerful warriors in the world.

Sect leader Zhao Guohaoran was ranked sixth in terms of strength.

In other words, Master Haoran is one of the strongest warriors in the world, and he was able to beat Master Haoran to the point of fleeing today.

His strength has obviously reached the top.

And he had never noticed such a person before.

In this operation, King Wu did not inform him in advance that the person sitting in his princely carriage was the leader of the Ming Cult, "Wei Wuji".

Cen Xiu couldn't help but swallow, and looked at "Wei Wuji" as if he were a stranger.

After a big battle, Zhao Hongming had hidden injuries in his body.

When he tried to use the Eight Desolations Immortality Technique to speed up the recovery of his physical body, his soul would feel tearing pain, and then all the muscles in his body would be in severe pain.

At this moment, he just wanted to find a place to rest and adjust quickly.

Zhao Hongming obviously didn't notice what Cen Xiu was thinking.

When he took a step forward, the Wei soldiers subconsciously felt a little disordered in their formation.

Cen Xiu hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said in a very serious tone: "I have to ask Master Wei to rescue me this time."

Whoa!
At his order, all the Wei soldiers in front of him knelt down, even Cen Xiu himself was no exception.

Looking at the people in front of him, Zhao Hongming looked strange.

These people were sent by Emperor Jian'an to assist him. Although they were not his subordinates, they were at least on his side and were "friendly forces."

Faced with Haoran Zong's initiative to massacre, he could not just sit back and do nothing.

But having said that, he also knew that now that he was the leader of the Ming Cult, these people would not think of this.

From the opponent's perspective, there is nothing wrong with him even if he ignores them and uses them as a shield or consumable.

After thinking about it, Zhao Hongming simply let it go and didn't bother to explain.

Cen Xiu and many other Wei soldiers were kneeling on the ground at this time, with their eyes on the ground, so they did not notice the strangeness on his face.

Zhao Hongming hurriedly calmed down the expression on his face, hummed softly, and walked towards everyone: "Get up, everyone, prepare to camp here to rest. You will turn around and return to Anyi early tomorrow morning."

At present, the leader of the Haoran Sect has suffered a setback and lost two elders in Hedong. The strength of the entire Haoran Sect has been greatly affected.

Under such circumstances, he had no reason to give up the thirty cities in Hedong that he had captured.

Cen Xiu obviously thought about this aspect and agreed: "Okay. Then the next battle plan will be redeployed. I don't know where His Highness is..."

Zhao Hongming interrupted him and said, "You don't have to worry about this matter. I will contact His Highness tomorrow. You just need to arrange your subordinates."

"Then there is the labor leader."

Cen Xiu's attitude became more and more respectful.

The logistics of this Wei army are all available.

In the battle just now, these supplies were not damaged.

Soon temporary tents were erected, and everyone worked together to build a simple camp.

Zhao Hongming walked into the tent without much meeting.

Rumble!
The dark clouds in the sky thundered.

The rain that has not fallen has finally fallen.

The rain pattered on the tent, making a crackling sound.

In the tent, Zhao Hongming sat cross-legged on the bed alone and let out a long breath.

Finally I can take a break.

Zhao Hongming's consciousness flashed, and the [Heaven Rewards Qin] martial arts panel appeared, showing the progress of his training.

【Name: Zhao Hongming】

【修炼功法：八荒不老功-武胆三品（91264/500000）、阵道经小成（2560/3000）、雷霆破灭法身-武胆一品（74412/100000）】

【武技：开天第四境（2612/5000）、荒秘行（35001/∞）、碎岳第四境（3219/5000）、镇魔第四境（1288/5000）、搬山第四境（1619/5000）】

[Ability to break through in martial arts: None] [Today’s practice time: 5 hours]

[Physique: Body of Thunder Destruction]

[Root Bonus: 8]

"what?"

Zhao Hongming found that after a hard fight, all his martial arts skills had improved a lot.

It was similar to when he fought Zhang Biao before.

But the harvest after the current war is obviously more abundant.

Zhao Hongming gathered his thoughts.

In his opinion, this kind of gain comes from taking risks and can only be regarded as an unexpected blessing.

If he had to, he would never take this approach.

It's too risky.

It is far less secure than practicing in the palace or the palace.

The most urgent thing is to recover quickly.

He put aside these distracting thoughts in his mind, closed his eyes, and slowly activated the Eight Desolations Immortality Technique to repair it.

A burst of immortality slowly emerged from him.

Cyan light enveloped him.

Zhao Hongming's eyebrows knitted together, and waves of pain appeared on his face.

He endured the physical and mental pain, breathed slowly and evenly, and let the true meaning warm his body.

……

In the mountains and forests, it rains heavily at night.

The fragrance of the vegetation fills the air, the raindrops patter on the leaves, and the mountains and forests are noisy.

It was like raindrops falling from above, coating the world with a light gray.

Amidst the torrential rain, the earth seemed to be breathing.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of rain gradually became quieter.

The thick autumn feeling in the air has become stronger, making people feel slightly chilled.

Under the mysterious night, a beautiful figure wearing a blue dress came walking on the clouds.

The rain and mist separated automatically in front of her.

"About here."

Cyan Qianying murmured to herself and couldn't help but slow down.

She looked down, released the power of her soul, and sensed her surroundings.

Not far ahead, she saw the blood-stained battlefield and the remaining traces of the battle.

Next to the battlefield, white tents stood on top.

"It's here, there's still time."

The green figure sank, walked down the wind, and landed steadily in the military camp.

She stepped on her feet and landed on two inches of mud. After identifying the direction, she walked towards the tent in the center.

"Who!"

The people in the tent seemed to have noticed the movement outside, and there was a sound of drawing swords.

The tent was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing armor rushed out of the tent. When he saw the woman in green, he was stunned.

"Master Bi!"

The visitor was none other than Bi Lingjun, the master of the Zhengyi Sect who had promised Emperor Jian'an to come to support him.

After she learned about the movements of Sect Master Haoran, she rushed over without stopping.

Now it seems that Cen Xiu is still intact, so he should catch up.

Bi Lingjun opened his red lips and said coldly: "General Cen, long time no see."

Cen Xiu hurriedly put away the long knife in his hand and said in a low voice: "Master Bi, why are you here?"

"Entrusted by others." Bi Lingjun did not pretend to be mysterious: "Emperor Jian'an heard that the Haoran Sect was going to take action against you, so he asked me to resist him."

Cen Xiu's expression became strange.

"What?" Bi Lingjun raised his eyebrows and asked strangely: "You think I can't defeat him and protect you all?"

Cen Xiu said quickly: "That's not true."

He knew that the strength of the woman in front of him should not be underestimated. She had already ranked fifth in the world, slightly higher than the leader of the Haoran clan.

It can be beaten.

Just ...

"Master Bi, you are late."

"I'm late?"

"Master Haoran has escaped."

"What?" Bi Lingjun, who was extremely beautiful, had a trace of confusion on his calm face: "You mean, I came here in vain?"

"Given the current state of Sect Leader Haoran and his serious injuries, he should not take action again. Sect Master Bi is afraid that his trip will be in vain..."

After Bi Lingjun was silent for a while, he frowned and said, "Who is it?"

When Cen Xiu faced Bi Lingjun, he did not dare to be scornful. He just straightened his back and said without being humble or arrogant: "Master Wei of the Lao Ming Sect took action, and we all lost our lives."

After hearing this, although the expression on Bi Lingjun's face did not change at all, there was actually a turmoil in his heart.

At her position, she knows a thing or two about all the slightly accomplished martial artists in the world.

The ability to defeat the leader of the Haoran sect with injuries is second to none in the entire world.

And she had no idea that such a person was unknown in the past.

What kind of force can hide so deeply?
Bi Lingjun felt a strong curiosity in her heart. As if she sensed something, she moved to the next door.

She just arrived at the door of the big tent.

The tent door was automatically opened by the soul, and a hearty man's laughter came from it.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Master Bi from the main sect would come all the way. It's really brilliant. Master Bi, please come in."

Bi Lingjun hesitated for a moment, then strode in.

As soon as she entered the tent, she saw a strange man sitting cross-legged on the bed, his whole body surrounded by a faint blue mist, with thunder and lightning emerging from it.

Bi Lingjun's face changed slightly.

It is extremely rare for such martial arts to contain the power of thunder from heaven and earth, and the person in front of me is somewhat extraordinary.

She quickly put away her contempt.

Just as Bi Lingjun was sizing up Zhao Hongming, Zhao Hongming was also sizing up Bi Lingjun.

Bi Lingjun is very good-looking.

Her appearance is like a water hibiscus, crystal clear. She is wearing a long gauze dress and is as quiet as a fairy.

His eyes were as cold as ice, exuding a noble and inviolable aura.

There is not much cover in the cultivation of the whole body, and the body exudes a chilling aura, which makes people feel awe.

This is the second time they meet.

The previous scene of this woman cutting off a mountain with a knife was still vivid in his mind.

Although he seems to be as stable as an old dog now, in fact he is already panicking.

But the arrow had to be sent on the string.

You can't hide when you encounter him, you can only bite the bullet and hold on, don't give up.

Bi Lingjun asked with cold eyes: "Are you the leader of the Ming Cult, Wei Wuji?" (End of Chapter)