Dominating Martial Arts: Starting with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique

Dajin, capital.

Taiwuyuan.

The solemn atmosphere spread in the air.

All the martial saints who ruled the country looked at the head that rolled to the ground, their emotions were surging, and their expressions were solemn.

Things are going to change in Dajin!

The new martial saint of the Jin Dynasty killed the middle-level martial saint of the Gao family in Taiwuyuan.

This matter will definitely not be settled easily!

For a moment, everyone's eyes flickered and their thoughts were different.

[Gao Yuanyi is a cruel man and has committed many crimes. If you kill him, you can get seven thousand eight hundred and sixty-three kilograms of merit and four taels of gold! 】

Above the sea of ​​​​mind, a ray of mind sank into it, looking at the message on the merit scroll.

Carrying such a heavy sin on his body, he is still the Martial Saint of the country?

Qin Zheng sneered in his heart, and then came to Gao Chengyin.

At this moment, the martial saint from the Gao family had a bloody face, making it difficult to see his true expression.

But when Qin Zheng's shadow fell on him, his body trembled suddenly.

"You can't kill me!"

He forced himself to speak weakly.

Qin Zheng seemed to have not heard anything, raised the ghost-headed sword, and then suddenly dropped.

Uh-huh! !

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared, waving a cold light iron sword and slashing straight at Qin Zheng.

A stinging chill instantly surged into my heart.

Qin Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned the direction of the sword and slashed at the cold light iron sword.

when! !

A crisp sound of iron clashing sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a strong sword energy poured out in all directions.

"High-level Martial Saint."

Then, a man came from the opposite side, holding an iron sword and speaking coldly.

And as this sound appeared, the hearts of the surrounding Martial Saints of Zhenguo instantly froze, stirring up huge waves.

High-level martial saint? !

This newly promoted Martial Saint is actually a high-level Martial Saint? !

Even though there had been vague speculations before, the fact that it was finally confirmed now still shocked everyone.

But then, doubts emerged in their hearts.

The divine bell deep in Taiwuyuan rang nine times that day, and its sound echoed throughout the capital.

You can't go wrong with this.

Judging from the various information they obtained, this newly promoted Martial Saint was indeed promoted to the realm of Martial Saint on that day.

But how long has it been since that day to now?

He was promoted directly from a junior martial saint to a high-level martial saint? !

This is simply a fantasy!

Qin Zheng's eyes also fell on the person opposite him at this moment.

He was thin and stooped, dressed in coarse linen clothes, and holding a rusty and broken iron sword. He looked like a poor old man.

But Qin Zheng can be sure of the power coming from the Ghost Head Sword at this moment.

The old man in front of me is a genuine high-level martial saint!

"What inheritance did you get?"

The old man frowned slightly and asked in a cold voice.

Then, without waiting for Qin Zheng to speak, he thought to himself again: "No, there are no ruins of the Immortal Sect in Qingzhou, so there can be no inheritance."

"Aren't you from Qingzhou?"

Then, the old man looked at Qin Zheng and asked coldly.

Bang!

Qin Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword in his hand suddenly exerted force, lowering the iron sword in the opponent's hand.

At the same time, he stepped forward, closed the distance, stretched out his hand, and formed a fist seal. Wisps of chaotic intention lingered and suddenly swung out.

The old man's expression changed, and he immediately stretched out his hand and made a palm print to take a picture.

One punch and one palm, touching each other in an instant.

Bang! !

A muffled sound appeared, and the old man staggered back a few steps.

But Qin Zheng seized the opportunity and slashed it down without hesitation.

Uh-huh!

Gao Chengyin's eyes widened and his head rolled down!

After doing all this, Qin Zheng was filled with energy and looked solemnly at the old man who had been beaten back by him.

At this moment, in his mind, the scroll of merit shook slightly, and a new line of writing appeared.

[High sexlessness, incense sticks to the body, neither human nor god, kill him, 30,000 kilograms of merit will be deducted]

This was the first time he saw such a situation on the merit scroll.

The incense sticks to the body and is neither human nor divine.

What does it mean? !

Moreover, if I kill this old man in front of me, will I have to deduct 30,000 kilograms of merit? !

Among the Gao family, is there anyone with such merit? !

No!

Qin Zheng narrowed his eyes and instantly overturned this idea.

Thirty thousand kilograms of merit will be deducted from the killing, which should be related to the description of the other party as "incense sticks to the body, neither human nor divine"!

At this moment, opposite Qin Zheng.

The old man rubbed the palm that had just touched Qin Zheng, as if he was feeling something.

After a few breaths, he chuckled and put away the tattered iron sword in his hand.

At the same time, the aura on the whole person slowly calmed down, as if he was no longer ready to take action.

"For such a young high-level martial saint, one person is enough to guard the twelve states."

He looked at Qin Zheng, his face calm, without the coldness that appeared just now.

Qin Zheng frowned slightly, and it was difficult to grasp the other party's meaning for a while.

Immediately afterwards, the old man continued: "The Dragon King of the Blackwater Demon Cave has been coveting the remains of the green dragon underground in Qingzhou for many years."

"Now that the Martial Saints of Dajin Town are gathered in the capital, and there is no Martial Saint in Qingzhou, I'm afraid the Dragon King will take the opportunity to take action."

"If you continue to linger here, I'm afraid there will be news of the fall of Qingzhou soon."

When Qin Zheng heard this, his eyes and pupils shrank slightly, he stared at the old man and counted his breaths, then he stepped forward and soared into the sky instantly.

Regardless of whether what the old man said was true or false, he couldn't afford to gamble!

If it's fake, that's fine.

If it is true, with no one guarding Qingzhou, a monster cave invasion is enough to make the entire Qingzhou fall!

Therefore, Qin Zheng flew towards Qingzhou at this moment, using his speed to the extreme!

And after he left.

In Taiwu Courtyard.

All the martial saints who ruled the country looked respectfully at the figure who looked like an ordinary old man.

The other party is one of the three high-level martial saints who have been promoted!

Gao Wuxing raised his head at this moment and looked in the direction Qin Zheng left, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was quite satisfied.

It wasn't until Qin Zheng's figure disappeared completely that he withdrew his gaze and turned to the two corpses with their heads cut off in front of him.

"waste!"

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Dajin, Qingzhou.

Yongle County.

In front of Xuan En Mansion.

Wei Wuji held a big gun and walked solemnly in front of the city.

Pouting his lips slightly, as if he had collected his thoughts, he took a step forward and disappeared in place like a phantom.

A moment later, the Xuan En Mansion was filled with people and noisy.

His figure appeared on a street.

And the moment he appeared, he looked at the figure in a tea shed on the right side of the street.

He strolled forward and, under the warm hospitality of the shop owner, sat down in front of a dark-faced man.

"Your Majesty, what do you want when you come to Qingzhou?!"

Wei Wuji spoke in a deep voice.

The dark-faced man chuckled, lifted the teapot, filled a cup of tea, pushed it in front of Wei Wuji, and said at the same time:

"Your disciples killed my two great saints from the Blackwater Demon Cave."

"I want to see what his expression would be like if he killed his master?"