Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 559 You are so talented, learn a few more unique skills
Tang Miaoxing didn't know how many years it had been since he last saw the plague locust take action.

The last time I saw him, he was still young and had not yet become the head of the sect.

That was also when Liang Wuer was still alive.

"You even learned how to be a locust."

"It can't be said that he has learned it. If his arms hadn't been crippled and his internal organs hadn't been damaged, he would definitely be able to sense the presence of the plague locust."

Feng Qin knew clearly that if Gao Ning was in his prime, the current locusts alone would not be enough to kill him, unless he took out the magic weapon left by Senior Liang Wu.

"You are already very impressive. Not only have you passed down Dan Shi and You Ke's unique skills, you have also inherited Liang Wu's disaster locust..."

Feng Qin nodded slightly, thinking that he would be greeted with admiration and praise. He should also be humble first and then "reluctantly" accept his praise.

Who would have thought that Tang Miaoxing's next sentence would be:

"Why don't you also learn the unique skills of the other few people?"

"Any other unique skills?"

Feng Qin blinked, wondering how many of the Tang Clan's unique skills had been forgotten in the long river of history.

"Yes, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. We left in such a hurry that not many of these good things were left for the Tang Sect."

Tang Miaoxing said this with a smile, but the four words "left in a hurry" made Feng Qinsheng unable to laugh.

Many of our predecessors died when they were only in their thirties, and some were even in their twenties.

At such a young age, how could he possibly think about finding a successor?

As a result, the Tang Sect's martial arts were discontinuous.

Not only the Hidden Line and the Locust, but also many other skills have a blank period in history.

"Master, tell me, what other unique skills do you have to share?"

"Fangzi."

"Fangzi?"

"You can put aside the Xubu illusion barrier and the like. I have no idea about this recipe."

Tang Miaoxing turned his back to Feng Qin and said sadly, "All the skills in the Tang Sect today are actually evolved with me as the core. I am not bragging, but among my peers, except for Dan Shi, my strength ranks first."

"Whether it's a sparring match or a fight to the death, no one can be my opponent."

At this point, he couldn't help but pause, "Unfortunately, my talent is similar to yours, which is learning, not [creation]."

The hidden lines on Tang Miaoxing's fingertips were entwined and slightly floating, but they did not have that sharpness, not as good as Tang Qiushan's.

"My various skills are all very sophisticated, but they are a bit stubborn. I just follow what my master teaches me. I have never developed my own path like You Ke and Liang Wu."

"So, in terms of actual combat, I may be better, but in terms of teaching people, developing and passing on martial arts techniques, I... am not a competent teacher. That's why I was given the position of headmaster."

The leader only needs to deal with external affairs and take responsibility.

Unlike teachers and directors, they need to think about how to teach, how to break down the techniques, and how to develop new possibilities for the techniques.

Feng Qin felt uncomfortable after listening to this. I am the next leader, so you are insulting yourself in this way. Are you trying to scold me in a roundabout way?

"If you can pick up all the lost skills of the Tang Sect, your rise is inevitable. How about giving it a try?"

"I can't refuse, after all, he is the next leader."

"You kid, I haven't said that yet."

Tang Miaoxing snorted coldly, but did not deny that, under the current circumstances, Feng Qin's achievements have already qualified him to become an elder and compete for the position of the head of the sect.

Even if it wasn't mentioned, most of the people in the sect thought so. It was just that Feng Qin was too young and might not be able to see through many things, so they didn't force him, the sect leader, to step down.

"Go do other things first. I'll deal with this corpse and then have Zhang Wang give you the recipe."

Too many predecessors of the Tang Clan died, and Zhang Wang was the biggest victim.

Not only does he have to take care of the work of a weapon refiner and the daily maintenance of Tang Sect's magic weapons, he also needs to make various elixirs.

Fortunately, many teachers also participated in the production, so he didn't die of sudden death alone. Feng Qin nodded and was about to leave, but Tang Miaoxing stopped him again, "Lend me the ball to move the body first."

Gao Ning's body had been dissected, and even if there was no blood on the ground, it would not be an easy task to drag it out.

After handing the Devouring Sac to Tang Miaoxing, Feng Qin emphasized that no one must be allowed to see this magical weapon, otherwise the Tang Clan would be in trouble.

"Everyone knows that among the Eight Great Techniques, only this one can create such a great thing."

Seeing that he understood the importance of it, he said no more and turned away.

Tang Miaoxing pressed the devouring sac gently towards the corpse, and with a little flame, the corpse in front of him, including the blood-stained mud, was sucked in.

The space inside is quite large, and even after collecting the bodies, there is still room for a lot of other things.

"Eight Wonderful Techniques... wow, what a magnificent thing."

Zhuang Shouzhi was right about one thing. Although the Qiankun bag was useless, it was extremely difficult to practice. Even if several generations who survived were of Xia Siren's level, the area of ​​their Qiankun bag could never be as large as the Devouring Sac.

Not to mention, the swallowing sac is small in size, easy to operate, and can hold unconscious living things.

If a devouring sac circulates in the circle of extraordinary people, it is not an exaggeration to say that it can be sold at a sky-high price of hundreds of millions.

For Feng Qin, this is just a small toy that can be made in half an hour. If Ma Xianhong does it himself, it will only take a few minutes.

Even if Tang Miaoxing didn't understand, he wouldn't be so stupid as to let outsiders see it.

"Hey, Hao Yi, there's a body that needs to be handed over to your company."

"Corpse?"

"Yes, that's the corpse. I killed it."

"..."

Hao Yi was silent for a while and then hung up the phone.

Soon, outside the Tang Gate, it was already crowded with people. Several cars of company employees landed and poured into the school.

Hao Yi took Wang Zhenqiu and walked into the school.

The first role of these employees is to ensure that Wang Zhenqiu can come in smoothly.

Outside the Tang Sect Martial Arts School, it was clearly posted that neither Wang Zhen nor his dog was allowed to enter.

"Do you need me to collect the bodies? The number of lives lost by the Tang Sect is enough to circle the earth three times. There's no need to be so nervous."

Wang Zhenqiu winked at the security guard at the door and walked around the Tang Sect campus with a smug look on his face.

"No, this is different from the past. Tang Miaoxing called me personally."

"Giving it to you personally, it seems like it's really not a small matter."

Generally speaking, the matter of collecting corpses in the alien circle is handed over to the person in charge of each street office. For example, the street office on the Tang Sect’s side is Zhong Jirong.

He was also the first person to take Feng Qin to test the abilities of the superhumans.

If Wang Zhenqiu had not been interested in Feng Qin at the time, Quan Xing's death on North Third Street outside Tangmen would not have caused any waves.

Now, in order to collect a corpse, the leader of a major sect has to personally call the head of the region.

This is no small matter. At least it shows that the person who died is not an ordinary person.

Entering the back mountain of the school, at the foot of the mountain not far away, there was a corpse covered with a white cloth.

Judging from the exposed arms, the man is still a fat man. Even though the flesh has become thinner, the stretched skin cannot deceive people.

Hao Yi looked at him and lifted the white cloth.

Wang Zhenqiu took a closer look and his expression froze.

"I go……"

"Four Crazy Thunder Smoke Cannons, dead?"

(End of this chapter)