novelE2F Chapter 408
Chapter 408
When Wu Qizheng said "the first peerless genius in Jiuzhou".
The villa suddenly became quiet.
Xue Changhe, who was completely immersed in Qiao Xin's handwritten "Blood Yuan Gong", was attracted and looked up.
Under the shade of the big tree next to him, a stone sword trembled slightly.
The little Jingwei bird combing its feathers in front of Qiao Xin's knees also raised its head.
The top warriors who can reach the top of the martial arts are not ordinary people. Talent, qualifications, hard work, and opportunities are indispensable.
Such as Demon Spear Qingli, Xue Changhe, the head of the Blood Family, and even Jian Zexian.
Xue Changhe has gone through most of the life of ordinary Xue family members at the age of 20. He inherited the head of the Blood Family and was regarded as a genius who is expected to end the thousand-year curse of the Blood Family.
Demon Spear Qingli is a genius selected by Yunxiao Sect to inherit the martial arts of the Spear Saint, and is better than his master.
Jian Zexian is even more needless to mention.
They are all shining heroes in the world. Who hasn't been praised as a genius?
And Wu Qizheng's opening words really hit the spot in their hearts.
"A genius?" Xue Changhe looked up at Wu Mingkong with a calm expression.
He was once a family genius with high hopes.
But his pride had been shattered in the sword tomb, and now he saw the "Blood Yuan Gong" written by Qiao Xin with his own eyes, and he only admired Qiao Xin in his heart.
He said lightly:
"There is a gap between geniuses."
"You may be a rare talent in the Wu Ji Association, but this is Taoyuan Villa."
"The knowledge and talent of the preacher Qiao Xin are beyond the reach of even a genius."
Xue Changhe is very confident.
After taking a look at the secret book, he can immediately write an improved version after hundreds of years of iteration. In his opinion, this is not something that a genius can touch.
But Qiao Xin is a little embarrassed.
Don't bring me into this bragging... He is a martial artist with great talent, but he is just a little bit better than ordinary people in experience and knowledge, which is honed little by little over time.
On the other side, a stone sword also trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword was raised, facing Wu Mingkong, as if looking at her carefully.
"Really a peerless genius, the only one I have ever seen in my life!" Jian Zexian praised.
At this moment, everyone was surprised, even Qiao Xin was surprised, looking up at Jian Zexian.
Jian Zexian seemed to be casual, but in fact he was also a proud person.
He fell into the hands of Elder Qingzhuo of the Dadao Sect many times, but he never bowed his head and became Elder Qingzhuo's disciple.
So it was really rare for Wu Mingkong to get the praise of Jian Zexian as soon as she came, which surprised everyone.
Then he heard Jian Zexian continue to say:
"This woman is so young, but she has such a strong talent. She seems to still be young, but in fact, she has the plump figure of a mature woman, like a ripe peach in early spring. Such talent is indeed rare in the world. How can she not be considered a peerless genius?"
Qiao Xin was a little nervous at first, but after taking a closer look at Wu Mingkong, he took a breath of cold air:
"This woman is really so terrifying..."
Jian Zexian was talking excitedly, but suddenly he felt a warm and powerful big hand holding his sword handle.
"Shut up and say less." An old voice said.
Jian Zexian knew who it was without looking back.
"Fifth brother, why are you touching my sword handle for no reason? Touch your own!"
Lu Yanbei not only did not let go, but also bent his fingers and flicked the tip of the sword, and only heard a slight trembling sound spread.
"Is it over yet... One day I will turn my sword into a human, and let you have a taste of this---"
Wu Mingkong didn't listen to their chattering, but when he heard the comment from Jian Zexian, he was not angry, but quietly straightened his chest:
"That's right, I'm really not a peerless genius."
"It's just that my appearance is okay, and I'm just a beautiful vase. These are all empty, I'm really not a peerless genius!"
Wu Mingkong was secretly annoyed.
He didn't get along with Wu Qizheng in the first place, this guy was too upright, and he didn't fit in with her.
The Martial Saint asked Wu Mingkong to come to Taoyuan Villa to learn skills, but he didn't have any more detailed requirements.
So Wu Mingkong originally just planned to hide his identity and come to this villa to live as a passerby.
Unexpectedly, he was discovered by Wu Qizheng as soon as he entered the villa, and he directly revealed his identity, and also attracted a lot of hatred.
How can she sneak around if she does this?
At this time, a calm voice came from the side:
"She is lying. The Martial Saint never keeps idle people, and will not make mistakes."
This is Wu Qi who is speaking. He turned his head to look at Wu Mingkong and said lightly:
"Are you trying to hide your shortcomings? You are indeed a little immature."
He is not as good as Wu Mingkong in other aspects, but when it comes to hiding shortcomings and faking death, Wu Qizheng has deceived the Martial Saint.
As soon as the voice fell, without waiting for Wu Mingkong to refute, Wu Qizheng raised his breath and clenched his fist, punching Wu Mingkong fiercely.
Wu Qizheng has long been a martial artist with super blood and qi. He once killed Qingyang Taoist in Nanzhou and finally died under the thunder of Elder Tianxing. His martial arts are not bad.
Now a punch has been thrown, and before the punch has arrived, the sharp fist wind has already blown Wu Mingkong's robes.
Wu Qizheng did not hold back. This punch was as powerful as a thousand pounds. If an ordinary martial artist had endured it, his skin and bones would definitely be broken.
Just at this moment, Wu Mingkong also moved.
She raised her hand and gently brushed the side of Wu Qizhen's fist, deflecting the opponent's fist, and the attack missed. The mighty fist wind blew the leaves of the big tree behind Wu Mingkong.
"Hmm?"
Xue Changhe and others immediately looked at Wu Mingkong.
Wu Mingkong easily resolved the attack just now. She was indeed not a mediocre player. The key was that her moves seemed familiar... but also seemed to be true and false. I couldn't remember it for a while.
Wu Qizhen's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't stop. His fists were like the wind, hitting out alternately.
The dense fists gradually attacked like a torrential rain, covering Wu Mingkong.
And Wu Mingkong's figure was like a willow swaying in the wind in the rain and wind.
It was not relying on extremely strong body skills to dodge. Wu Mingkong's fists were very fast, and Wu Mingkong couldn't dodge them either. He could only raise his hands to block.
"Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua!"
Every time the fists and feet of the two sides touched, Wu Mingkong's figure turned and spun like a gyroscope.
Wu Qizheng's powerful and heavy fist didn't seem to hurt her, but just made her spin faster and faster.
In a split second.
Wu Mingkong, who was spinning, raised his foot and whipped his long leg away like a whip, making a hissing sound in the air.
This blow was extremely fast, just like a whip, and it hit Wu Qizheng's chest with a snap, and the huge force forced him back several steps.
Wu Qizheng looked down at his chest.
His ribs on the side of his chest had collapsed and broken, and the broken bone stubs pierced his skin, and the injury looked so serious that it made people gasp.
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Just as he took a deep breath, the wound began to wriggle quickly, the broken skin closed again, and the broken half of the rib was squeezed out of the wound..
"Zhen Zhi's perfect flesh and blood are not inferior to mine." Qiao Xin glanced at Wu Qizhen's wound.
Except Qiao Xin, everyone else's attention was almost on Wu Mingkong.
"Strange. That move just now was Qiao Jinyin's Huajin? The moves are indeed 70% similar..." Xue Changhe suddenly realized, but then frowned again.
"Huajin Kung Fu? That thing can really be used?"
If Qiao Jinyin had talked about such Huajin Kung Fu at the beginning, he would not have gone on stage to beat the old man without martial ethics.
Xue Changhe's confusion became more and more.
"Qiao Jinyin is fake, but Wu Mingkong is real? Is there such a reason?"
"This woman is indeed not bad." Lu Yanbei also commented:
"She is a martial arts master of the third level of soul refining... Well, she is a little short of the path of soul refining, but her blood and internal strength have exceeded the small limit of the fourth level."
"And this skill of transforming strength is indeed amazing... Well, is it wrong?"
When Lu Yanbei said this, he suddenly stopped talking.
Because he realized a big problem.
Wu Mingkong's blood and internal strength are not bad, but she has not yet broken through the super-level threshold.
As for the soul refining cultivation, it is only at the third level.
Then how can she compete with Wu Qizhen, a martial artist of super-level blood and qi, and even injure Wu Qizhen in return?
"No? That's right." Jian Zexian's sword trembled slightly at this moment, and he spoke:
"The way of martial artists emphasizes actual combat. The so-called super-grade is far superior to the nine-grade martial artist system and breaks the limit of the top martial arts masters."
"This is not a clear and distinct realm."
"This Wu Mingkong can compete with super-grade martial artists, but her strength, power, and spirit are not super-grade."
"Then, her skill of transforming power can be called..."
"Super-grade skills."
"It is indeed a rare talent in Kyushu."
Although Jian Zexian is usually a person who doesn't care, he is still decent when talking about martial arts.
But when these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Some time ago, they heard Jian Zexian make up a concept of "super-grade skills". Who knew that not long after, they saw a living super-grade martial artist.
And this person is so young...
At this time, Wu Mingkong finally sighed slightly.
"I wanted to join Taoyuan Villa as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was suspicion and temptation."
"Then I won't pretend. Yes, I am the first peerless genius in Jiuzhou!"
But when I heard this little girl being so arrogant, the admiration in my heart just now faded a little unconsciously.
"It is reasonable for young people to be flamboyant and show their talents." Qiao Xin said lightly:
"That's good. There is no need to pretend to be mature and learn to be humble or to be tactful with high emotional intelligence."
He likes geniuses the most and wishes there were another hundred or a thousand Wu Mingkongs.
Wu Mingkong turned his head to look at Jian Zexian, and his eyebrows were knitted into a ball.
"Are you the Jian Zexian?"
"The Martial Saint often compared me with you, saying that you were a graceful playboy in the martial arts world, but now you have become like this, and you don't even look like a human being..."
The story of Baili Desert has spread among the rivers and lakes of Jiuzhou with the deliberate spread of the storyteller of Tingchao Tower.
Wu Mingkong had also heard about the story of the exiled sword immortal who turned his body into a sword and helped the soldiers and civilians of the lonely city to get out of the desert.
Ordinary people might admire such a person, but Wu Mingkong didn't think so.
"I used to admire you when I was young, but now I see that you are just like those vulgar people." Wu Mingkong's voice was a little puzzled.
Qiao Xin raised his eyebrows.
This was also deliberately provocative, as if he was going to ask Jian Zexian why he changed his mind in his old age and did a good deed, sacrificing his body.
In Wu Mingkong's mind, this was not Jian Zexian's return to the right path, but his character collapsed and he became boring all of a sudden.
And Jian Zexian just yawned.
"You're right."
"But I'm tired, see you later."
Jian Zexian didn't mean to listen to Wu Mingkong's words at all, and turned around and left.
Wu Mingkong was indeed an extremely rare talent, even Jian Zexian, who was arrogant, had to admit it.
But what did that have to do with him?
Jian Zexian was not an old senior who was kind-hearted and enthusiastic about guiding young people. He just felt annoyed when he saw it.
He was originally a wanderer in the world, passing through thousands of flowers, and all the flowers were picked by him. In the end, there was no leaf on him, and he had no worries.
But even so, when he grows old and all the beauties around him are gone, he is not alone.
Lu Yanbei, the brother who taught him sword when he was young, is an anchor for him to live in the world.
But Wu Mingkong is different.
"This girl is still too young and too talented, so she has no worries." Jian Zexian said softly:
"She is a good seedling, but so what?"
Seeing such a young person is indeed like seeing his younger self.
But he is too lazy to go to the trouble of guiding young people. Anyway, no one will listen to him. It will be regarded as a cliché of the older generation. What's the point of saying it?
Compared with Wu Mingkong.
Jian Zexian is actually more interested in Bai Qingsi, the daughter of Lao Huang in the villa, the freak who practices iron crotch kung fu as a woman.
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"He drove Jian Zexian away with just a few words. He is really a thorn." Qiao Xin was also a little embarrassed.
The good news is that this little girl is a genuine genius.
The bad news is that this girl is a lazy donkey with a beautiful appearance. Now that Wu Qizheng has revealed her identity, she is obviously ready to give up.
"Senior Qiao, I have something important to discuss with you." Wu Mingkong's eyes turned, and now he stared at Qiao Xin again.
"Speak."
"To be honest with you, I, Wu Mingkong, am a hidden player planted by the Martial Saint in Taoyuan Villa." Wu Mingkong said something that made people laugh:
"He wants me to learn all the magic skills of the Qiao family and steal their skills!"
"In order to prevent the Martial Saint from succeeding, Senior Qiao must not teach me martial arts, lest he steals it!"
"You all seem to value this 'Hua Jin Kung Fu'... Why don't I teach Senior Qiao 'Hua Jin Kung Fu'? As a condition, Senior Qiao will give me a place to stay in Taoyuan Villa?" Wu Mingkong suggested.
Qiao Xin hissed immediately.
This condition sounds like a sure win, but it's a bit weird, too weird.
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