Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1804 Jing Ye

Huaxia, Dali.

Waves of void-piercing sounds rang out.

In the dense forest of the distant mountains, Xiang Nan was practicing martial arts sweating profusely.

He punched out like the wind and kicked like thunder.

His movements weren't very fast, but they contained a unique charm.

"Damn it, I still can't!" Xiang Nan smashed his fist on the tree trunk, causing the tree to shake fiercely.

Xiang Nan gritted his teeth and lowered his head. "No matter what, I can't awaken my Dao Heart. This Spiritual Qi is actually unable to enter my body in the slightest."

The big snake smiled and said, "Little brat Xiang Nan, you are just a saber-mouthed tofu-heart. You said that you were going to the ancestral hall to watch the fun, but you went crazy to practice as soon as you came back."

"Stop being sarcastic." Xiang Nan said.

"What did you say to me? Does it matter? I have the intention to kill a thief now, so I can't do anything about it."

"I can't even awaken my Dao Heart, so how can I promise Bai Wuya anything?"

"Damn it, how can this damned Dao Heart awaken?"

Xiang Nan took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged. He began to circulate the most basic level of the Spirit Qi Sensing Chapter. He attempted to recall the existence of the Spirit Qi.

Even if he wanted to start cultivating again from the Body Tempering Realm, he was willing to do so.

However, after working hard for a day and night, he opened his bloodshot eyes and was still unable to accomplish anything.

"Ha, I'm already a cripple." Xiang Nan smiled self-deprecatingly as a trace of blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth.

The serpent said, "No, because you saw this world clearly, your Dao Heart fell asleep."

"I believe that there is one thing that can awaken your Dao Heart. One person, one thing."

"It's easy to say. I can also tell you the truth." Xiang Nan shook his head and dragged his exhausted body out of the dense forest, heading towards the inn.

Xiang Nan knew that he thought that he had lost his fighting spirit, which was why he let his Dao Heart fall asleep.

But now that his battle intent was soaring into the sky, why hadn't his dao heart awakened yet?

Why? This question puzzled Xiang Nan bitterly. action

That night, Xiang Nan sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV boredom.

There were several strong black-clothed men guarding every corridor and entrance of the inn. They were responsible for protecting Master Wang.

On the open space outside the inn, the tall woman, Long Qian'er, was still cultivating like a tiger.

At this time, a black-clothed man walked through the living room, walked outside the door, and whispered a few words into Long Qian'er's ear.

Long Qian'er's eyes lit up and she said happily, "Really? Master Wang has finally acknowledged me?"

The black-clothed man nodded, "Master told you to rest early. Tomorrow, he will personally review your results. This is a cup of Spirit Ginseng Tea. Drink it, recover your strength. Tomorrow morning, go all out."

Long Qian'er was overjoyed. She drank the ginseng tea in one breath and said, "I'm going to rest now! Don't worry, I will definitely live up to Master's expectations of me in the morning."

Long Qian'er ran back to the living room and stopped in front of Xiang Nan. She proudly waved her small fist at Xiang Nan and said, "You're very good at fighting, aren't you? Hey, brat, I'll be even more powerful than you soon!"

"When the time comes, I will beat you all over the floor to find your teeth."

Her words were quite powerful, but Long Qian'er's face was full of smiles.

The small conflict between the two of them had already been resolved. In fact, they had been friends all these days.

Xiang Nan chuckled and said, "Then congratulations. I'll wait for the day you knock me down."

Long Qian'er made a playful face at Xiang Nan and walked up the stairs with her youthful steps.

Xiang Nan continued to look back at the TV, but an imperceptible gloom flashed through his eyes.

"This little girl's perception is really good. She is a good material for martial arts. Unfortunately, she was born in the fifth plane and buried." The big snake said.

"Don't beat around the bush about the bush," Xiang Nan said angrily.

The big snake chuckled, "This girl, in the eyes of you humans, should be considered very beautiful."

Xiang Nan thought to himself, "Well, forget it."

"Didn't you think about taking in disciples? You, Xiang Nan, have been so powerful that even Bai He has been defeated by you. Aren't you afraid that there will be no successors?" Said the serpent.

"Accept disciples?" Xiang Nan mocked himself, "I look like a ghost. How can I accept disciples?"

The serpent said, "Are you using a realm to recruit disciples? Is Xu Caiyue your master? Is she even lower than you?"

"Everyone says that Master is leading the way and cultivating on his own. Master is just the guide of his disciple. This Long Qian'er is very smart and has a unique perception."

"She doesn't lack anything. She only lacks a master teacher and an advice."

Xiang Nan shook his head, "Shut up."

"I don't have the time."

Early in the morning, three o'clock.

A bright moonlight shone through the window, illuminating Long Qian'er's exquisite body and delicate nose.

Her lips were red, and her breathing was gentle and steady.

The door opened gently.

A figure appeared at the door. The figure whispered to both sides of the corridor, "Prepare your pockets and car. Carry the corpse away and bury it. Remember, don't let anyone see you."

"Yes." A low voice came from both sides.

Then, the figure flashed and entered the room.

In the moonlit room, the figure stood at the head of the bed, staring fixedly at Long Qian'er who was sleeping.

He whispered, "The effects should be enough to keep her asleep until noon tomorrow."

"Miss Long, don't blame me. I'm also thinking about my own future. If you hate me, then hate this world."

At this point, the figure took out a small bottle from his bosom and aimed it at Long Qian'er's forehead.

However, he did not make up his mind and could not pull the cork out of the bottle.

In China, killing people is a big deal! To any martial artist, this was an ordinary act, but in this country of China, it was an obstacle that no one could easily overcome.

Even Master Wang, who had already made up his mind, was trembling when he was asked to kill with his own hands.

"Not bad, you're not always evil."

Suddenly, a soft voice came from the corner of the room.

As if struck by lightning, Master Wang suddenly turned around, his forehead dripping with cold sweat. He shouted in shock, "Who is it?"

Who's in the room! There's a third person here?

Master Wang broke out in cold sweat. He hadn't noticed that there was still a third breath in the room after coming in for so long!

In the corner at the end of the room, a person slowly walked out from the shadows that could not be shone by the moonlight.

This person revealed his true form under the moonlight, but he was a man wearing a strange black robe, his face hidden in a hood.

There was no such thing on the market.

"How dare you." A fierce light flashed in Master Wang's eyes as he said, "If you don't inquire, how did my name come to be known as Wang Jingyun?"

The black-clothed man said, "I know that you have cultivated. Hundreds of special forces soldiers can be easily defeated by you."

Master Wang was already at the sixth level of Body Tempering. This level of cultivation was no longer something that ordinary Chinese could comprehend.

What was the concept of Body Tempering Sixth Layer? Ordinary bullets could no longer pierce through his skin, and he was not afraid of anything except armor piercing bullets.

"Since you know that you still dare to come, I'm tired of living!" Master Wang stepped forward and punched out like a strong wind.

The black-clothed man didn't even bother to dodge. He similarly took a step forward, bypassed Master Wang's fist, and slammed his fierce knee into Master Wang's stomach.

At the same time that Master Wang was sent flying, the black-clothed man grabbed Master Wang's right leg and pulled him back, smashing an iron fist into Master Wang's face.

Grandmaster opened his mouth to scream miserably. The black-clothed man lifted Grandmaster up with one kick, followed by a shoulder-hugging iron mountain leaning against him!

Just as Master Wang was kicked up, he was knocked out of the window before he even touched the ceiling.

What was even stranger was that the black-clothed man had already pushed the window open.

Master Wang had already fainted. He flew out of the window and landed in the small bamboo forest behind the inn.

The black-clothed man sneered, "It won't be able to withstand a single blow."

With that, he hugged Long Qian'er and sighed, "I really owe you. Alright, I'll consider taking you as my disciple."

Thus, the black-clothed man carried Long Qian'er and jumped out of the window.