As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Amidst the wind and snow, the hall was silent.

The three great masters all stared at the figure of the Taoist priest at the door with serious eyes.

For the generation of grand masters, the artistic conception of martial arts is extraordinary and refined, and they already have a vague sense of the surrounding aura, and can sense the blood aura of other warriors...

Between the three of them, when they interact with each other, they are like three groups of exuberant flames, and their blood is as strong and bright as the scorching sun.

But when they looked at the little Taoist priest, they felt as if they saw an ordinary mortal without any blood.

There are only two kinds of situations in this situation... The first one is that he is really an ordinary person, but the dead and silent Wudao Gang outside the door obviously negates this possibility.

The second type is that this little Taoist priest's control over blood energy has far surpassed these three people... the blood energy in his whole body is not exposed at all, it has been condensed to the limit.

"This is impossible..." Liang Xuanmo said subconsciously: "Except for that person, no one in the world can reach this level!"

"It's definitely not Zhou Pingshi, he has already left this world..." Wu Tiantong frowned, but he still couldn't guess the origin of this nameless person.

Before this, they had suspected that the leader of this unknown person was the newly promoted Grandmaster Zhang Shan, but now they overthrew this conjecture directly... No matter how talented Wuhou Zhou Pingshi is, it is impossible for him to break through to the Grandmaster. reach this level.

Jiang Ming looked at Wudao, his expression calm: "Back then...it was also such a snowy night. You were living on the street and almost froze to death. I will give you hot meals, teach you martial arts, and help you walk step by step. Today, I didn't expect you to be dissatisfied..."

"I wasn't the only beggar you picked back then... I don't have any ambitions, how did I get to where I am now!" Wudao looked at Jiang Ming calmly: "So what if you came, the three great masters are here... You have no face with this, and none of you can get away today!"

"Ah...you can't walk away, anyway, you can't see it." Jiang Ming sighed and stepped forward.

"Three adults, save..." Wu Dao's face changed, and he quickly looked at Liang Xuanmo and the other three.

What made his whole body cold was that the three of them remained motionless and looked at him indifferently.

"You..." Wudao's face was pale.

It wasn't until this moment that Wudao came to his senses... It turned out that he was just a dispensable pawn.

"It's ridiculous... I thought I could stir up the world..."

As soon as Wudao thought of this, he saw a ghostly figure descending in front of him.

Before he even had time to fight back, he was grabbed by the neck. Before his consciousness disappeared, he seemed to hear the sound of his cervical spine breaking...

Boom!

The body hit the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

The leader of the Wudao Gang who has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, just died in this barren mountain Taoist temple!

"Next, it's you..." Jiang Ming looked calmly at the remaining three great masters.

"Wu Ming, even Marquis Wu, it is difficult for one person to take down three grandmasters... How about we shake hands and make peace, and win the world together..." Wu Tiantong held the axe, but what he said at this time was to make peace.

Monk Kongjian glanced at him, surprisingly he didn't object, what Wu Tiantong said was true, no matter how powerful a grandmaster is, it would be difficult to kill three grandmasters... But this kind of grandmaster who controls the blood energy to the peak, dies It might not be difficult to take one away.

No one would have guessed that the boss of this unknown person is actually a peerless grand master comparable to Marquis Wu... The two of them have such a tacit understanding that they want to withdraw.

Even if we can't reach an agreement, you destroy your Liang family... we won't get involved.

Wu Tiantong and Monk Kong Jian glanced at each other quietly, and reached an agreement without saying a word.

Only Liang Xuanmo was left, still staring at Jiang Ming with a cold face, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Three masters? Where did the three come from..." Jiang Ming smiled, "Isn't there only two and a half?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Tiantong and Monk Kongjian were puzzled, but Liang Xuanmo's face changed slightly.

My family knows my family affairs, how his master broke through, I can't understand it in my heart...

"The blood energy is powerful and terrifying, but the artistic conception of martial arts seems to have a lot of flaws... What's more, there's nothing more than gold and jade!"

Jiang Ming spoke casually, and suddenly glanced at Liang Xuanmo.

boom……

In Liang Xuanmo's eyes, the temples, Taoist temples, and wind and snow in front of him seemed to have disappeared... At this moment, only the three mottled statues in the main hall were left.

"Ah..." Liang Xuanmo yelled subconsciously.

The next moment, a sharp tearing pain came from his body, Liang Xuanmo woke up, and only saw the face of the little Taoist priest in front of him, and an arm piercing his chest...

Boom~

His chest exploded, and Liang Xuanmo screamed and flew upside down. Most of his viscera were almost shattered, and there was only a large hole in the chest and abdomen that was transparent from front to back...

Jiang Ming's eyes are indifferent, the meaning of the master is as real as it is, and ordinary people can be stared to death at a glance... The greatest disadvantage of warriors under the master when facing the master is not the blood, but the difference in artistic conception like a natural moat.

This Liang Xuanmo did not know what he relied on to elevate his blood energy to the realm of a master, but Jiang Ming's perception is so keen that he can see his flaws at a glance. Unprepared, the master's artistic conception suddenly exploded, directly shocking Liang Xuanmo When his mind faltered, he easily killed him.

At this moment, two glaring blood force also erupted suddenly from both sides, and the sword light and fist marks that pierced through the air slammed into Jiang Ming's vitals.

"Too weak!" Jiang Ming smiled lightly, without even using his blood energy, he swung his left and right fists flatly, using his physical body to forcibly challenge the master-level blood strength.

boom! boom!

There were two loud bangs, and the blood energy dissipated, and Jiang Ming's hands were as clean as jade, unscathed.

"So strong..." Miss Wang's chest rose and fell, and every time she saw this lord make a move, she would be extremely shocked.

"Again..." Jiang Mingyun was indifferent, and was missing a few lines to continue pretending to be a master, but he saw Wu Tiantong and Monk Kongjian, with horrified faces, turned around and fled together.

One jumped out of a window, the other hit a wall...

Wu Tiantong's heart jumped wildly, whoever doesn't run away is a fucking idiot, is this guy still human, even the ultimate master-level moves can't break his body... Even that Zhou Pingshi is not so outrageous.

"Nothing..." Jiang Ming shook his head, stretched his body, and rushed out of the window.

With the color of the snow, Jiang Mingdang even saw a figure fleeing quickly on the mountain with an ax in hand.

boom……

Jiang Ming didn't hesitate, the Broken Vessel Meridian erupted immediately, and his speed suddenly increased, like a meteor falling from the sky, approaching Wu Tiantong rapidly.

Seeing that he was approaching, Jiang Ming turned his palms into knives, and the blood power was slowly condensing between his fingers like layers of waves...

Wu Tiantong seemed to have sensed it, and glanced back, suddenly scared to death.

"Crazy, crazy..."

You are so much stronger than me, do you need to explode two forbidden techniques to kill me...

If Jiang Ming could hear his heart, he would definitely say sorry to him.

Because... he only knows forbidden techniques!

Boom!

The knife light cut down, but Wu Tiantong had no chance to regret it, his whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, only half of the ax was left in the air, and it was nailed to a big tree...

Of the three great masters, only one remains!

Without delay, Jiang Ming immediately turned around and chased towards the other side.

Before it was time for a cup of tea, he saw Monk Kongjian fleeing with a Zen stick in front of him.

"Hey, that bald donkey...stop!" Jiang Ming shouted.

Kong Jian turned a deaf ear to the monk and ran with his head buried.

"It's boring..." Jiang Ming felt that the monk had no interest at all.

boom!

He punched out, and the blood force turned into fist force, spanning a distance of tens of feet, and blasting towards the shiny head of Monk Kongjian.

clang~

Seeing that the monk could only stop, the blood force lingered on the Zen staff, and barely blocked the blow, but his whole body was bleeding from all seven orifices, flew across tens of meters, and rolled a dozen times on the ground, almost rolling After becoming a snowball, he climbed up in an extremely embarrassing situation.

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, holding the Zen staff with only half of the iron rod left, and staring at the Taoist figure floating over in horror: "No... Daoist, I have no grievances or enmities with you, I just suffered I beg you to forgive me for the senseless bewitchment, but can you spare the little monk's life today?"

"Bewitched by Wudao?" Jiang Ming's expression condensed slightly: "So that's how it is..."

Kongjian was overjoyed, could there be a turning point?

However, Jiang Ming said solemnly: "That shows that Master's Dharma is not pure enough. A person with such inferior Dharma can also be the abbot of Xuanzhen Temple... It's a pity, it's sad, today I will get rid of you for the Buddha. This evil!"

"You..." Monk Kongjian spat out another mouthful of blood.

boom……

Jiang Ming didn't say any more, and rushed out suddenly, hitting his chest with another punch.

clang~

There was a clear sound of the clash of swords and swords, and Monk Kongjian was blasted with countless bloodstains all over his body by a huge shock, and fell directly into the snow nest in the distance, motionless.

Jiang Ming looked at his fist suspiciously. It seemed that he hit something just now?

He walked slowly to Monk Kongjian, who was completely silent, but the clothes on his chest were blown apart, revealing a black stone slab less than a foot long and wide.

"Under my punch, this stone slab didn't break?"

Jiang Ming was amazed immediately, picked up the stone slab, and looked around.

The stone slab was rough, with some knife marks on one side, as if it had been chiseled from a larger stone bit by bit, while the other side was densely engraved with small characters.

On the far right are four extremely complicated ancient characters. Thanks to Jiang Ming's traveling all over the years and reading a lot of books, otherwise he would not be able to recognize them.

"This is an ancient font from more than 2,000 years ago..." Jiang Ming was shocked and recognized the four characters.

Little Lei Yin Jue!

He took a rough look and was suddenly surprised.

This seems to be a pure body training formula, but it also needs the help of spiritual energy...

"I can't see that the monk can't practice it, so I can only use it as a protective mirror!" Jiang Ming shook his head. Unfortunately, although he can block the attack, the power of his punch is so huge. Seeing the monk in the air, he was directly shocked to death.

"I didn't expect that I would have this day too..." Jiang Ming caressingly caressed the stone slab: "I have a destiny with Buddha, I have a destiny with Buddha!"

He laughed twice, turned and left...

...

After this night, Miss Wang regained control of the Nameless, and under her deliberate dissemination, the news of this battle flew in all directions as if it had grown wings.

Only a few days later, the legend about Wuming was completely spread inside and outside Yan.

Killing the three great masters by one person... Such a record is countless times more terrifying than Zhang Shan's battle of breaking the border. The nameless name completely overwhelmed all martial arts experts. The pinnacle of martial arts mythology.

And the power of the nameless person also reached its peak overnight... The former nameless person was mysterious, but without a martial arts master, he was at best an underground rat who could not stand on the stage.

But after today, no matter which side it is, they must treat each other with caution when facing the unknown.

Under Miss Wang's purge, the power in the unknown was completely concentrated in her hands, and the investigation and attack on the Liang family was launched.

Countless dark forces of the Liang family were uprooted in just a few days. Whether it was Xiaoyan Kingdom or Feiyun Army territory... countless people's heads rolled to the ground.

As for the headquarters of the Liang family, which used to be the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom, people were even more panic-stricken. I don't know how many Liang family members died inexplicably in their sleep...

At the same time, the Feiyun army suddenly dispatched a large army, pressing towards the sphere of influence of the Qingxuan army. The friction between the two sides became fierce, and it seemed that the final decisive battle was about to usher in.

...

the capital.

No matter how the situation in Dayan changes... this place is still the most prosperous place.

Among the six great families, the Liang family, the most powerful, is located here.

Hundreds of years have passed, dynasties have changed, emperors have taken turns...the Liang family has always stood firm.

"However, nothing lasts forever..." Jiang Ming wandered around the capital.

More than three months have passed since the Taoist battle. Jiang Ming had already arrived in the capital, but he did not rush directly to Liang's house.

Everything takes time, and now the time is almost here.

He walked into a tavern, went up to the second floor, sat at the window, ate food and wine, and watched the scenery outside the window.

In the distance, one could vaguely see a gigantic courtyard, which was the headquarters of the Liang family. I heard that there were many pavilions, terraces and pavilions in it... even more luxurious than the imperial palace.

"The Qingxuan army has lost again, and has already lost the land of the three prefectures..." In the restaurant, everyone was talking about the recent war.

After all, martial arts myths are still too far away from ordinary people. After a few days of turmoil, they gradually fell silent...

"If you retreat again, you will be retreating to the capital!"

"Hey, who would have thought of such a situation?" Many people sighed.

Jiang Ming also understands that the people who can live here may have tens of thousands of ties with the Qingxuan Army at home. If the Qingxuan Army disappears in the end, they may also be unlucky.

No one is right or wrong, life is only a few decades, and in the general trend of the world, they can only follow the trend... Whether they succeed or fail, history books will not write more for them.

"Big news, big news!"

Suddenly, a figure rushed up to the restaurant out of breath, and shouted: "The battle between the master and the master, the ancestor of the Liang family fought a serious injury and killed a master of the Feiyun army. Today he returned triumphantly!"

Chapter 3 Around 1 o'clock, ask for a monthly ticket~~~