Pushing the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 157 Multiple Bloodlines of Martial Saints

The sun has risen completely, and the golden light spreads all over the earth, illuminating all things.

On the mountain road, an ordinary carriage was walking on the road.

Jin Li was wearing a brocade robe, sitting in the carriage with a calm expression, and beside him was a wooden box, which contained everything he could take away from Shangjiang City.

At dawn in the early morning, Jin Li took the wooden box and sat in this ordinary carriage. His eldest disciple Lin Feng drove the carriage. The two quietly left Shangjiang City and walked north.

The journey was very smooth, without being blocked at all.

It seems that the members of the Wusheng family have not noticed that they have left Shangjiang City!

hiss!
Suddenly the carriage jolted and stopped in place.

The An Ran on Jin Li's face froze, he nervously asked Lin Feng outside the carriage.

"Apprentice, what's going on outside?"

"Drive! Drive!"

A few whips were heard outside the carriage, and Lin Feng shouted a few times, but the carriage still did not move forward.

"Master, I don't know why this horse stopped walking all of a sudden."

"There seems to be a beast infested ahead!"

Lin Feng, who was sitting outside the carriage, looked at the restless and neighing horse standing there, frowned and turned back into the carriage.

Hearing this, Jin Li in the carriage let out a sigh of relief.

It is normal for a horse to be restless and afraid to move forward when encountering a beast.

Suddenly, for some reason, Jin Li felt a sense of irritability in his heart.
Lin Feng outside the carriage frowned, turned his head to look at the mountain forest beside the mountain road, and a look of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

In the mountains and forests, a cloud of black wind roared past, with a figure closely behind him, and the distance between the two sides was rapidly shrinking.

The gray-clothed ghost released Yin Qi to envelop his whole body and burst out at full speed, which greatly consumed his physical strength.

After chasing and fleeing in the mountains with Li Qiu for a while, his physical strength was exhausted, the black energy rising from his body began to weaken, and his speed began to slow down.

Li Qiu's physical strength also began to decline, but his condition was much better than that of the ghost in gray.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, looking at the gray-clothed ghost who was only a dozen steps away from him, he suddenly threw the long knife in his hand!

call out!
The long knife pierced the air and brought a strong wind, and the gray-clothed ghost felt something, and dodged a bit by making a wrong step.

Swish!
The long knife was seized by ferocious force, scratched the right arm of the gray-clothed ghost, and stuck it on the ground.

The gray-clothed ghost snorted, clutching his injured arm, but didn't dare to turn back, and continued to flee forward, but at a slower speed.

Li Qiu didn't stop, he stretched out his hand to grab the long knife, and continued to chase after the ghost in gray.

After a few breaths, the gray-clothed ghost rushed out of the forest and glanced to the right, where a carriage was parked by the side of the road.

On the carriage, a burly and imposing man in a brocade robe sat on the driver's seat. The situation was a bit abnormal.

But at this moment, he had no time to take care of it, and Li Qiu had already caught up with him behind him.

The gray-clothed ghost's expression became extremely ferocious, like a wild beast driven into a desperate situation, with black air billowing from his hands, he turned around and attacked behind him.

"It's a ghost!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng's expression changed drastically, and he said in surprise
"What?" In the carriage, Jin Li's face changed slightly.

Li Qiu jumped out of the forest with cold eyes, and with both hands he held a knife and slashed at the gray-clothed ghost with such ferocity that he seemed to want to split the gray-clothed ghost and the ground under his feet together!

Jin Li lifted the curtain of the carriage, his pupils shrank when he saw Li Qiu jumping out of the forest.

"Zhang Xing? Why is he here?!"

Although he had never met real Li Qiu, the portrait of Li Qiu had been deeply engraved in his mind these days.

So he recognized Li Qiu as soon as they met.

Li Qiu glanced at Jin Li and Jin Li from the corner of his eyes, but he didn't pay much attention because he didn't recognize Jin Li and Jin Li.

He only heard about the appearance and physical signs of Jin Li and Lin Feng from other people's mouths, and he had never seen real people or portraits.

The long knife covered in blood slashed fiercely.

Jin and Li's faces changed color again, and their eyes were surprised.

"Blood qi and blood! A martial artist in the flesh training period!"

"Zhang Xing has reached the meat training period?!"

The ghost in gray was covered in black energy, dodged Li Qiu's attack, and struck Li Qiu's face with sharp claws!
When the billowing yin energy was less than a foot away from his face, Li Qiu's expression was cold, and he swung his saber and slashed horizontally!

The grey-clothed ghost's expression changed drastically, and he took a step back to avoid the horizontal cut, but it was too late.

Swish!
Another hideous wound appeared on the gray-clothed ghost's abdomen. With a scream, he clutched the wound and backed away again and again, looking at Li Qiu with fear in his eyes, mixed with a hint of despair.

The gray-clothed Yingui suffered multiple wounds, and he was at the end of his battle!
A stern light flashed in Li Qiu's eyes, and he swung his saber like the wind, fiercely and fiercely, and rushed towards the gray-clothed ghost.

On the carriage beside the road, Jin Li and the two looked astonished and unbelievable when they saw the momentum of Li Qiu's battle moves with the ghost in gray.

"Strong... Bone-strengthening period?!"

The two of them had seen many bone-building stage warriors, and they were all bone-building stage warriors themselves, especially Jin Li, who was a late bone-building stage warrior.

But they have never seen such a shocking bone-building warrior!
Because now in front of them is a teenage bone-building martial artist!
"Bloodline returning to ancestors? Could it be that Zhang Xing has multiple bloodlines of Martial Saints?"

Jin Li thought suspiciously.

When a warrior reaches the marrow-changing stage, he becomes a saint, and his extraordinary blood can be passed on to future generations.

The descendants bear the blood of martial saints, are born extraordinary, have high aptitude, and are more likely to become martial saints than ordinary people. After becoming martial saints, the already extraordinary blood will transform again and then be passed down.

This cycle goes on and on, if a family continues to have Wu Shengsheng, each generation of blood will transform, and the descendants will bear the multiple Wu Sheng blood that has undergone several transformations.

Carrying multiple Martial Saint bloodlines is naturally more powerful than ordinary Martial Saint bloodlines.

Jin Li had only heard the rumors of multiple bloodlines of martial saints, but he had never seen descendants of martial saints with multiple bloodlines of martial saints, and he didn't know how amazing their martial arts aptitude was.

But the Zhang Xing in front of him is in the bone-building stage in his teens. If he doesn't have multiple Martial Saint bloodlines, who else is in the world!
"I just don't know how many levels of Martial Saint blood Zhang Xing has? Is it triple or more?"

Jin Li thought about it, and suddenly his expression changed.

"Zhang Xing is a bone-building warrior?!"

So who did Wu Yi and Yang Nan he sent to assassinate Zhang Xing die in?
Is it Zhang Xing, or the martial artist sent by the Wu Sheng family who may not exist at all?
Jin Li's face became gloomy and ugly, and he realized that he seemed to have done something stupid.

His majestic owner of the Spirit Snake Martial Arts Gym was frightened by a brat, and hurriedly abandoned his family property in Shangjiang City, packed up his belongings and fled in a hurry!

Jin Li felt a burst of humiliation and annoyance, looking at Li Qiu who was fighting with the Yin Gui, his eyes were full of fierceness, as if he wanted to tear him apart and tear him to pieces!

The gray-clothed ghost's strength was greatly weakened, and it was no longer Li Qiu's opponent, so it barely resisted Li Qiu's offensive.

After a few moves, Li Qiu slashed out with his saber, chopping off the gray-clothed ghost's injured right arm!
Ah!
(End of this chapter)