Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"To this day, our Great Yan Dynasty doesn't know where the two immortal cultivators came from, why they fought, and why they chose to fight in the sky above Dancheng... Maybe they don't care."

Such a variety is called "man-made disasters".

The so-called man-made disasters are disasters caused by aliens, and are not completely equivalent to the concept of so-called natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Natural disasters are natural disasters, such as earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, and hurricanes.All these things are unpredictable and manpower can't compete with them. Once they encounter it, it depends on whose fate it is.

Man-made disasters are disasters caused by mortals, such as robbery by bandits, fights and murders, and wars of all sizes.

The so-called man-made disasters are caused by aliens, and their destructive power far exceeds that of man-made disasters, just like natural disasters, which cannot be predicted or countered by mortals.

It's like it rains from heaven, sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't.Whether it happens or not depends on fate.

After 30 years in prison, man-made disasters have become more and more serious.

If Wu Shengren is still alive, he might be a little restrained when he comes to that fairy gate... This thought flashed across Hai Wuya's mind, and he shook his head secretly.

When I left the sky prison, the sky above my head looked even darker than the top of the sky prison.

Only when he heard the news about Qiao's family did he feel a little relieved.

"Qiao Zhong actually died earlier than me, and he just mastered my skills... I can only pass the "Human Dao Jing" to the next Qiao family."

"No, it's not just the Qiao family. It is destined to be a long process if we want to deduce the real "Human Dao Jing", and we must work together."

"Passing it on to Qiao's family is just the beginning."

Hai Wuya lowered his eyelids, he was also ready to start planning for the future.

...................

Imperial Capital Tea House, a natural residence.

A swordsman with a long sword at his waist entered the door, took out some broken silver, and changed a small booklet to read in his hand, on which were the words "Budao Bang".

Tingchaolou's business is not limited to storytelling.

Just relying on the storyteller to open his mouth is too slow.

Listening to the martial arts rankings compiled by Chaolou, commenting on the world's martial arts heroes one by one, there are also stories of martial arts people who don't know the truth and falsehood, which has always been very popular.

"Strong list No. 90 nine, ninety martial arts, Qiao Shuanglin."

"Oh, this is really a strange thing, there is a 90-year-old old man on the list..."

"Although the internal strength will accumulate with age, and it will not decline rapidly due to aging like the physical qi and blood of the Valkyrie, but the growth of internal strength is also limited."

"The physical body is the foundation of a martial artist. The energy and blood of a martial artist has declined in his later years, and it is not easy to increase his internal strength...You say that Qiao Shuanglin has eaten some kind of natural talent and earthly treasure?"

"Heh, it's said that his record is killing the famous third-rank martial artist 'Sword Demon' in the imperial capital...Then Qiao Shuanglin is probably also in the imperial capital? Is this something that happened not long ago? Listen to Chaolou The news is really well-informed..."

In the corner, Shunfeng listened to the discussions of these martial arts people, and smiled complacently in his heart.

It was his idea to rank Qiao Shuanglin at No.90 on the power list.

It's just that he didn't come to the scene in person after all, but relied on a pair of "wind ears" to listen in. Although his hearing is far superior to ordinary people, there may be some inaccuracies.

But with his eyesight, this Qiao Shuanglin's inner strength must be quite astonishing, if he can defeat the sword ghost, then it is more than enough to be on the strength list!

Among the martial arts rankings, there are three rankings of strength, strength and skill, each containing 100 people, and selecting the top [-] heroes in various fields of martial arts today.

Basically, only martial artists who have reached the limit of the human body and are above the fourth rank are eligible to be included.

In addition to these three lists, there is also a list of gods, which is the ranking of the way of refining gods, which includes the top martial arts refining gods in the world.

Today's god list is actually similar to the "hero list" of Bai Xiaosheng's period decades ago. After all, martial arts masters represent the pinnacle of martial arts masters in the world. strong.

This Shunfenger didn't notice that there was a bearded man sitting there drinking tea and reading a book at the corner of the tea guest, and he was also listening to the gossip of the martial arts people like him.

"Jingbang 99, Qiao Shuanglin..." the bearded man put down the book in his hand.

This small thread-bound book has the words "Chrysanthemum Acupressure Hand" written on it.

The corners of the bearded man's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a little expectation in his eyes.

"In the past, you asked me if I would eat the flesh and blood of my Qiao family, would I be able to kill the immortal... I would like to see if the elders of the Qiao family you mentioned have the same tough bones as you did back then."

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

He raised his head and drank a large cup of tea, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He is a little thirsty.

Chapter 148 Chapter 142 Swordsmanship

Imperial City Antique Street.

The old god Qiao Mu squatted on the side of the road comfortably.

In front of him, the blood moon picture worth ten thousand taels of silver was laid flat on the booth, and it was only covered with a layer of white cloth, acting as a simple booth.

The surrounding area was empty, and the vendors in Antique Street subconsciously stayed away from him, not daring to get close to this old man.

But when they were selling antiques, they couldn't help glancing at the old man out of the corner of their eyes, watching his every move.

At this moment, Qiao Mu didn't seem to be aware of other people's gazes. He stared at a booklet in his hand, reading the book as if no one was there.

This pamphlet was found from the corpse of the sword ghost.

When Qiao Mu left last night, he didn't forget to pluck the feathers of Yan Guo, and searched for something from Sword Demon's body.

Among them, apart from the silver notes worth a thousand taels, what attracted Qiao Mu's attention the most was this booklet.

This booklet is the personal martial arts experience of the third-rank martial arts sword ghost, not a martial arts secret book in the strict sense.

But among them, it really records the sword ghost's life's proud martial arts --- "Mu Jianshu".

This is a rare eye-witness method for a master of alchemy, and it is the mystery of the sword ghost killing people with their eyes.

"The strength and tenacity of the mind of a warrior who has embarked on the way of refining the gods has far exceeded that of ordinary people."

"One of the external manifestations of the third-grade martial arts master is that he has a keen intuition, can predict the enemy's opportunities first, and can perceive the crisis in advance."

"If you reach the second grade of refining gods, your powerful spirit can detect the surroundings, and you can vividly recall all the memories from childhood to adulthood..."

"And the so-called witnessing method is a means by which the martial arts master tries to take the initiative to use his powerful 'God' to create a mental impact on the enemy."

"The mind is as condensed as the edge of a sword, and the eyes are like a sword, which can hurt people invisible, and defeat people's soldiers without fighting."

"..."

"This "Mu Sword Art" is ingenious, but according to the requirements of the above, you must first step into the third grade of refining gods before you can practice it."

Now Qiao Mu is not following the mainstream way of cultivating gods, it can be called the way of qi and blood, and further develops along the "Sumi Mountain King Sutra" deduced by Hai Wuya.

Although he has practiced "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue", this is just a bait thrown by Wu Shengren, a means of screening talents, and there is no further possibility.

"I won't be able to use this "Mu Sword Art" for the time being, but if my 'god' grows stronger and I keep sharpening it, maybe it's not impossible."

This thought crossed Qiao Mu's mind.

He didn't care much about whether the blood moon map on his booth could be sold or not.

He went out of the stall the next day as usual, just to show others.

This third-rank martial arts sword ghost is not a lone ranger.

It is not only enshrined in the family of the rich merchant Wan Ronghua, but also a member of the organization of martial arts masters, the Martial Arts League.

Even if such a person is placed in the martial arts of the imperial capital, he is not a small person, and his death will definitely not be without incident.

As long as Qiao Mu is out of the stall as usual, the death of Sword Demon will continue to ferment.

At that time, the soldiers will come to cover the water and soil.

.......

Qiao Mu's guess was not wrong.

At the moment, in the attic of Wanjia Antique Store in Antique Street.

Wan Ronghua stood in front of the attic window, looked through the shutters and looked at the trees selling ancient paintings on the street.

"Fang'er, is what you said true? Have you really seen that painting?"

"It's absolutely true." Behind Wan Ronghua, the young woman Fang Fang nodded quickly:

"At the beginning, I saw my father take out this painting in the old house... It's just that the blood moon picture is quite similar to the blood sun picture, and I confused the two. I saw this blood moon picture today Only then did I realize that there were two similar ancient paintings.”

"It turns out that Fang's family had not only the painting of a bloody sun, but also a second painting of a bloody moon..." Wan Ronghua was stunned for a moment, and then fixed his gaze on the painting in front of Qiao Mu on the Antique Street.

The blood moon map that belonged to Fang's father had already fallen into Qiao Mu's hands.

This made him think of Fang Yuan, who just bought the old house of Xia family a few days ago.

"If Qiao Shuanglin wants to stand up for Fang Yuan, then we will be in trouble..." Wan Ronghua thought of this guess.

Although it was just a guess, a martial arts expert who had just killed the sword ghost really put a lot of pressure on him.

"Why is Fang Yuan so lucky?" Fang Fangxiu frowned slightly:

"At the beginning, he was valued by my father, and now there is another martial arts expert standing in his place..."

Wan Ronghua was also worried.

"After all, the sword ghost is one of my Wan family's enshrined. He heard about the blood moon map through our Wan family's eyes and ears, and finally died in the hands of Qiao Shuanglin... We are afraid that our Wan family will also form a relationship with this Qiao Shuanglin." Liang Zi, otherwise why would he deliberately sell in front of my shop? I'm afraid I don't know he killed the sword ghost?"

Naturally, Wan Ronghua would not take the initiative to provoke Qiao Shuanglin, a martial arts expert, if it was not necessary.

But if a beam is formed and he will not die, even if the enemy is powerful, then he can only try his best to get rid of him.

What's more, this Qiao Shuanglin might be trying to show off to the prison guard Fangyuan, which means that the enmity between the two parties may be greater than he imagined.

Head-to-head is obviously not going to work.

Although the Wan family has other god-cultivating warriors to enshrine, but with the sword ghost already dead, the other enshrined may not be willing to work hard for Wan Ronghua.

Therefore, there is no other way to go.

"The story of this man named Qiao Shuanglin last night has already been spread in the imperial capital. There must be forces big and small who want to get rid of him, but there is just a lack of opportunity." Wan Ronghua calmly analyzed.

"After all, this is the imperial capital."

"Even a dragon like Qiao Shuanglin has to follow the rules of the imperial capital when he arrives in the imperial capital."

"No matter how big the Wufu's fist is, it can't be bigger than Daozong..."

"So if you want to get rid of Qiao Shuanglin, you have to use the rules and laws on the surface to get rid of him."

He was not a reckless person. After hearing the news of Sword Demon's death, he immediately inquired about Qiao Shuanglin and the story behind Qiao's family.

"The Qiao family is known as righteous men."

"And this is the weakness of this old man."

Wan Ronghua's heart skipped a beat, and he made up his mind.

..........

At sunset, Qiao Mu was a little impatient after watching the sword ghost practice martial arts all day on the side of the street.

"Why hasn't anyone come to kill me yet? Could it be that I'm too strong?"

After fishing for a day, no one took the bait, which made him a little depressed.

"I haven't caught any fish yet, so I'll deal with the injury tomorrow." He glanced at the wound on his shoulder.

Originally thought that the cold and poisonous injury would heal in a day or two, but he was exposed to the sun for a day, but it didn't have much effect.

I think it will take a day or two to get better, but it will take seven or eight days.

That being the case, since Antique Street didn't take the bait, then he will move to another place to do things... By the way, he will find the doctor Dong Xinglin first, so he can heal his injuries.

Chapter 149 Chapter 143

The clinic of Dong Xinglin, a famous doctor in the imperial capital, is located in the west of the imperial capital.

He is quite skilled in medicine, and it is said that he also had martial arts experience in his early years, and there are many martial arts practitioners among the patients looking for him.

In the past, Fangyuan's parents were heartbroken, and they searched for famous doctors in the imperial capital to no avail. Those doctors either had limited knowledge, or were afraid of the prestige of the martial arts master and sword ghost. injured by witnessing.

If not, Fang Yuan might have thought that his parents had some strange illness, and he might have been kept in the dark until today.

On this day, the sky was only getting brighter, and Qiao Mu followed Fang Yuan's guidance and came to the medical hall.