Ji Taoist

Wang Jiu of the Holy Temple is a martial artist at the peak of the Grandmaster level, and is also a strong enemy for Chu Tian and Ma Fei.

Moreover, it is not suitable to fight head-on in such a small space. The key is what if the fight affects the secret room?

"Ma ​​Fei, what are you going to do?" Chu Tian asked.

"I heard from the Sect Master that the ancestor got this treasure back then, and it is not something that ordinary people can get! It just so happens that Wang Jiu is looking for death, why not let him try first?" Ma Fei laughed.

Chu Tian was skeptical, but thinking that only Ma Fei followed the Sect Master to fight against the imperial army back then, although there was no chance to verify it at the moment, he believed that Ma Fei would not let an outsider get the ancestor's treasure.

"Have you two discussed it? Can this secret room be opened?" Wang Jiu didn't seem to care about the topic they were talking about at all. It seemed that it was just those plots, nothing worth noting.

Since he dared to come, how could he not be prepared?

Wang Jiu chuckled, Ma Fei and Chu Tian looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay, wait a moment, brother Wang."

Ma Fei and Chu Tian took out a simple key from their arms with a solemn look. They carefully inserted it into the door lock that looked ordinary but had a hidden secret, and then turned it gently.

A crisp "click" sounded, as if time had frozen at this moment. Then, the door of the secret room that had been closed for many years and covered with dust began to move slowly, making a series of low friction sounds. Every slight movement spread in the air, making people's heartbeats and breathing quicken.

Thinking that the treasure of the ancestor was behind the door, many disciples also widened their eyes and stretched their necks to see what treasure was inside.

The three people in front of the secret room had a strange light in their eyes, and looked into the secret room. There was only a simple futon and a bookshelf, and nothing else.

"How is it possible?!"

"Where is the treasure?!"

Ma Fei and Chu Tian exclaimed, where is the treasure of the ancestor?

It can't be that futon and the books on the bookshelf, right?

Wang Jiu looked at them strangely and asked, "Are you sure no one has ever entered this secret room?"

The two of them immediately looked grim. As far as they knew, the fifth elder must have come in, but he had been dead for who knows how many years. Where can we find him?

"No matter what, let's look for him first."

The three of them immediately rushed into the secret room and came to the bookshelf to search carefully.

Most of the books here have decayed and turned into residues with a slight touch. Even the martial arts books collected by the ancestors are not worth exploring.

After the bookshelf was emptied, there was nothing.

The three of them looked unhappy. They dismantled the bookshelf, but still couldn't find any trace of the treasure.

Chu Tian stared at Ma Fei and asked, "What did the sect master tell you back then? What does the treasure look like?"

"This... The sect master only said that as long as I, the disciple of the Blood Flow Sect, come here, I will find it? Aren't we disciples of the Blood Flow Sect?" Ma Fei looked strange.

This... If we were not disciples of the Blood Flow Sect, would we leave our hometown and run to the Kandao land to take root?

Wang Jiu looked at them, his face darkened: "Does it count only if you have practiced the Blood Essence Technique?"

"That's not right, we have also practiced the Blood Essence Technique... The Sect Master can't mean that only those who have practiced the full version can discover it?"

Ma Fei's face darkened. Since the disappearance of the founder of the Blood Flow Sect, the full version of the Blood Essence Technique has long been missing. Now they are practicing the incomplete Blood Essence Technique, which is not even half as powerful as the full version.

Even so, the Blood Flow Sect is still a major evil sect that has prospered for decades in the Kun Dao world. If it weren't for the idea of ​​rebellion, it would probably continue to prosper. It can be seen that even the incomplete version of the Blood Essence Technique is very powerful.

Wang Jiu was speechless, looked around, kicked the cushion on the ground, and found nothing.

"I came here for nothing. Is your ancestor reliable?"

"What did you say?!"

"Forget it, it's a waste of time. I won't play with you anymore!"

Wang Jiu was about to leave when he suddenly saw a tall and mighty middle-aged man standing at the door. His face suddenly changed:

"Who are you?"

"Your martial arts seem to be useful to me. Hand over your internal energy and I will spare your life." The middle-aged man was naturally Yan Buji, who had watched the show for a long time.

Since there was no treasure in this secret room, he was too lazy to waste time.

But just now, he saw this guy suddenly kill a master of the Golden Eagle Clan. The way he attacked and the route of his internal energy were exactly the same as what Yan Buji saw in the underground palace!

"You are hiding your head and showing your tail. You want my internal energy. Let's see if you have the ability!!!"

Suddenly, Wang Jiu's internal energy surged, and his figure flashed in front of Yan Buji like a ghost, and he chopped down with a hand knife!

Yan Buji turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Resemble, too much!"

"What did you say?"

Wang Jiu's pupils shrank, and he didn't understand what Yan Buji said, but suddenly he felt as if his chest was hit hard by a sledgehammer, and the blood in his body suddenly rioted and gathered towards his chest!

"The Yuan-sucking Hand that can only be practiced after the Blood Essence Art is perfected? Are you the outer demon Yan Buji?!" Ma Fei's face changed drastically.

Seeing that Wang Jiu was not a match for the other party, he fell to the ground and vomited blood and fainted. His life or death was unknown. Ma Fei and Chu Tian's faces were even more complicated.

Yan Buji twisted his neck and walked around the secret room.

Scanning his spiritual consciousness, Yan Buji suddenly realized that there seemed to be something in the futon next to him.

Walking over, Yan Buji tore open the mat and found a piece of gold foil with some strange patterns on it....

Is this...the pattern on the Xuanji secret order?

Yan Buji was a little surprised. After putting away the gold foil, he looked at the two remnants of the Xueliu Sect next to him.

"What are your names?"

"Chu Tian"

"Ma Fei"

The two of them were sweating all over when Yan Buji looked at them like this. They lowered their heads and dared not look directly at him.

"What kind of internal energy does this person practice?" Yan Buji asked.

"This person is Wang Jiu, a saint from the Supreme Saint Temple in the Kandao Realm. He should be practicing the Supreme Saint Hunyuan Sutra, which is the secret of the Supreme Saint Temple. It is said that this is a top internal energy that can be practiced to the Heavenly Man Realm as long as the talent is enough!" Ma Fei said.

Yan Buji nodded: "So you are also from the Kandao Realm?"

"Yes..."

"Okay, then take me to the Supreme Saint Temple."

"Ah?"

Yan Buji glanced at them, and the two of them dared not speak again.

As for the half-dead Wang Jiu, Yan Buji naturally arranged for someone to take him away. After all, this Supreme Saint Hunyuan Sutra might be the last internal skill he was looking for!

"By the way, I am Yan Buji. I think you may have heard of my name. I practiced the Blood Essence Skill of your Xueliu Sect and was hunted down by the court. Now I am going to Kandao to avoid the limelight. I hope everyone can live in peace during this period, at least before I go to the Supreme Saint Temple." Yan Buji smiled.

Ma Fei swallowed his saliva, felt the surging blood and qi of Yan Buji without hiding, and asked: "You...are you now in the Heavenly Man Realm?"

"Yes!"