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Immortalism is prevalent, and everyone yearns for immortality. Immortal cultivators can be seen everywhere, but martial arts is withering and declining.

In Qianshan City, there is the only remaining small martial arts sect with great achievements, Wuzong.

Today is the 100th birthday of Zhao Wu, the leader of the contemporary Wuzong.

"Ling'er, I wish my master a long life as long as Nanshan Mountain, and may you be as blessed as the East Sea."

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Inside the main hall, it was quite deserted. There was only one young girl, who sincerely congratulated the silver-haired old man sitting above her.

Hearing the blessings from his disciples, Zhao Wu did not show much joy, but felt slightly heavy.

Eighty years ago, he accidentally traveled through time and came to this world where cultivation of immortals was prevalent.

At the beginning, Zhao Wu was very high-spirited and thought he could flex his muscles like other time-travelers, possessing a golden finger and unfavorable luck to embark on an invincible path to immortality. However, God played a huge joke on him.

After waiting for eighty years, Zhao Wu not only did not wait for the golden finger, but he himself did not have the immortal roots and jade bones to become a long-lived immortal cultivator.

Although he had good martial arts skills when he was young, now that his life is coming to an end, his energy and blood are declining, and his body is getting worse day by day.

Over the years, as Zhao Wu grew older and weaker, the once powerful Wuzong became more lonely and desolate. Not only did the sect's prestige and territory become less and less, even many of its original disciples left and dispersed. They dispersed, leaving only Zhao Wu and two close disciples still supporting him.

The once glorious and powerful Wuzong has now become an inconspicuous small sect in Qianshan City.

The young girl in front of her is named Ling'er. She is the ninth disciple of Zhao Wushou. Although she is young, she is kind-hearted and intelligent.

"Ling'er can't bear to drink, but today is Master's 100th birthday, so I'd like to give Master a drink."

"I hope that Wuzong will prosper and that Master will live younger and younger."

After saying her congratulations, the young girl picked up a glass of hot wine without waiting for Zhao Wu's reaction, then opened her little mouth slightly and drank it in one gulp.

She was allergic to alcohol, and as the alcohol dissipated, her pretty face turned red, which was very cute.

"You girl..."

Seeing his disciple's appearance, although Zhao Wu felt a little heavy, he still couldn't bear to reject his disciple's intention and picked up the wine glass and drank.

"Master, is there something on your mind?"

"But are you worried about Senior Brother Xu?"

The young girl noticed that Zhao Wu didn't seem very happy, so she called softly and asked.

"My teacher is really worried about him."

Zhao Wu groaned. After preparing a table of food and wine, the eighth disciple Xu Shan said he was going out to buy a birthday gift for himself, but more than an hour had passed and he still had not returned.

Qianshan City has been turbulent recently. In order to compete for the few resources for cultivating immortals, there have been several bad incidents of fighting each other, which has even caused the death and injury of many ordinary people. It is not very peaceful.

"Although Senior Brother Xu is a bit impatient, he is quite calm in his work."

"I think he must have gone to see his little sweetheart along the way, so he was delayed for a while. Master, don't worry."

The young girl smiled and told Zhao Wu not to worry about him.

Hearing this, Zhao Wu nodded slightly. The eighth disciple Xu Shan was handsome in appearance and had indeed dated a girl in the city in the past, but the boy was tight-lipped and never revealed the girl from that family.

boom!

While the master and disciple were talking, the originally closed door was suddenly knocked open by a huge force. Figures exuding a tough aura poured in from outside the door, and the originally empty hall was instantly crowded.

"who are you?"

Seeing the menacing look of these people, Ling'er's pretty face changed slightly, she was half sober in an instant, and quickly stood in front of Zhao Wu.

"Zhao Wu, I heard that today is your 100th birthday, and the Zhou family members came here to wish you a happy birthday."

A middle-aged man in brocade clothes walked into the hall with dragon and tiger steps, and looked at Zhao Wu with a half-smiling expression.

There was a ferocious scar on his face, spreading from the corner of his eye to his chin, making his whole person look very fierce.

"The elder of the Zhou family, Zhou Hai!"

After seeing this person, Ling'er's face turned pale and she recognized the other person's identity.

The Zhou family is a cultivating family in Qianshan City. The most important thing is that when Master Zhao Wu was young, he had a fierce conflict with the Zhou family.

Over the years, the Zhou family's prestige has grown day by day. Not long ago, a young clan member with outstanding aptitude for cultivating immortals was accepted as a close disciple by a big shot of the Dingshan Sect, and he has since become a member of the Dingshan Sect.

Unlike Ling'er who looked uneasy, Zhao Wu remained calm and calm, as if he had expected that the Zhou family's men would appear today.

Over the years, enemies even more troublesome than the Zhou family have also come to the door, but they were all suppressed by Zhao Wu with a raised hand.

Zhao Wu is in his old age and has not become a helpless old man.

He looked down at Zhou Hai and said calmly: "My defeated general back then, how dare you appear in front of me?"

His voice was very indifferent, as if he was telling something trivial.

"Zhao Wu!"

"A good man is not afraid of his former bravery. I am a cultivator and I am still healthy and strong even after eighty years. But you are getting old. Now you may not even have the strength to walk, right?"

Zhou Hai didn't take it seriously, looked at the old Zhao Wu, and said mockingly.

Without entering the immortal realm, no matter how strong a warrior is, his vitality will decline in his old age and he will eventually turn into a withered skeleton.

"The scars on your face match you very well."

Hearing the other party's cynicism, Old God Zhao Wu remained unmoved and responded lightly.

"This scar on my face is your masterpiece back then. Today I am here to avenge you!"

These words touched Zhou Hai deeply, causing his face to turn gloomy and he spoke.

Back then, Zhao Wu rose up powerfully with his martial arts, almost overwhelming the entire Qianshan City, making himself a stepping stone for him. The scars on his face lingered like a brand, making the shame he had carried for many years increase day by day. Now he finally waited. Come to the end of Zhao Wu’s later years!

In the past, when Zhao Wu was powerful and glorious, Zhou Hai naturally did not dare to cause trouble for him. Now that Zhao Wu has declined in his old age, it is naturally the best time to take revenge.

"It's just you?"

Zhao Wu glanced at everyone in the Zhou family, his face expressionless.

Although he is no longer young, his life is about to end, and his energy and blood are declining, he is still confident to deal with Zhou Hai and all the Zhou family members.

"If they are not enough, then add us!"

Just as Zhao Wu finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly sounded outside the hall.

Zhao Wu followed the sound and saw dozens more figures pouring in. The one at the head was dressed in a golden robe, with a strong aura, not angry but powerful.

"The elder of the Wang family, Wang Zhanxiong!"

After seeing this person, Ling'er's pretty face became even paler.

Like the Zhou family, the Wang family is also a powerful immortal cultivating family in Qianshan City, and not long ago, a young woman from the Wang family married into the Nether Demon Sect, a powerful immortal cultivating force.

The Nether Demon Sect's momentum is only stronger than that of the Dingshan Sect!

Moreover, when Zhao Wu was in his prime, he had some grudges with the Wang family, but he didn't expect that after so many years, the Wang family would suddenly become rebellious until today.

"what happened?"

"The Zhou family and the Wang family launched an attack at the same time. Are they planning to put Master to death?"

Ling'er looked worried, very uneasy and nervous. The Zhou family and the Wang family took advantage of their master's eightieth birthday to suddenly attack, so they were obviously well prepared.

"Wang Zhanxiong, you were defeated by me in three moves eighty years ago, so are you here to take revenge today?"

Zhao Wu frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course it's not just revenge."

Wang Zhanxiong shook his head and sneered: "Zhao Wu, although you did not have immortal roots and bones back then, you relied on your amazing martial arts talent to walk a unique martial arts path. As a martial artist, you defeated many immortal cultivators of the same generation. You were known as The martial saint of a generation."

"I heard that you obtained a strange stone when you conquered the ancient road of the human race. If you hand over that strange stone and dissolve the Wuzong, I may be able to spare your life."

After speaking, he stared directly at Zhao Wu.

"It turns out that the Wang family and the Zhou family are so grand because of that piece of stone and my Wuzong's territory."

Zhao Wu's eyes were a little deep, and some of the declining energy and blood in his body began to circulate slowly.

His originally somewhat rickety body erupted into a low and astonishing roar as he slowly stood up.

It was like a terrifying giant beast that was about to wake up from its slumber. The overwhelming aura quickly enveloped the entire hall.

"If I don't agree, what can you do?"

Zhao Wu looked down at everyone in the Wang family and the Zhou family. Almost no one dared to look directly at the immortal cultivators who were swept by his sharp eyes!

This is the powerful momentum of the previous generation of martial saints. Even if he is old, even if his energy and blood are declining and his energy is about to run out, he still has a terrifying power that shocks everyone.

"Zhao Wu, don't be so self-righteous!"

"Feel it carefully to see if your body still has strength!"

At this moment, Zhou Hai sneered and reminded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the energy and blood surging in Zhao Wu's body suddenly declined rapidly. The power he had just gathered also quickly dissipated, and most of his aura suddenly withered!

Like a deflated rubber ball, Zhao Wu's limbs became weak and he slumped down helplessly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ling'er's face was full of worry, and she saw something unusual about Zhao Wu.

"I have been poisoned!"

Zhao Wu's face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed tightly.

Should not!

He was puzzled. He was very careful about his diet. Even if the immortal cultivators of the Zhou family and Wang family wanted to poison him, it would be difficult to hide it from his own perception.

"Isn't it hard to believe?"

Seeing Zhao Wu's appearance, Zhou Hai smiled proudly, clapped his hands and said, "Bring the people up!"

Soon, a young man was led up.

"Master, little junior sister."

"I'm sorry for you."

The man's face was full of self-blame, and he knelt down directly in front of Zhao Wu and Ling'er.

"Senior Brother Xu, you..."

Ling'er was extremely shocked, with a face full of disbelief.

"Xu Shan!"

Zhao Wu's face was extremely gloomy. He didn't expect that Xu Shan, one of his most beloved disciples, had poisoned his food!

"Zhao Wu, you are short-sighted."

"You were called the Human Martial Saint in vain!"

"Your disciple Xu Shan has already fallen in love with the daughter of my Zhou family. In order to become my Zhou family's son-in-law, he agreed to help us let you drink the Hua Gong Powder."

"Hua Gong Powder is one of the top ten strange poisons. Doesn't it taste unpleasant?"

However, no matter how powerful a warrior is, once he drinks the Hua Gong Powder, he will be unable to use any strength within a few days, which is almost the same as a mortal without the strength to bind a chicken.

Zhou Hai laughed heartily and was very proud!

"The tiger fell flat and was bullied by the dog!"

Zhao Wu sighed softly. If he had not shown mercy for a moment when he was in his prime, but had directly bulldozed the Zhou family and the Wang family, perhaps there would not have been such a crisis today. Unfortunately, everything was a foregone conclusion.

"Ding, the god-level selection system is loaded!"

Just when Zhao Wu was desperate, a mysterious voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"System? Goldfinger?"

Zhao Wu was startled at first, and then his heart felt huge! After waiting for eighty years, from a high-spirited young man to an old man full of vigour, the golden finger is finally here!

"Option one, surrender to the Zhou family and Wang family, hand over the strange stone and dissolve the Wuzong. Reward: Tianpin Martial Arts Mind Technique."

"Option two, would rather die than surrender, angrily rebuke the Zhou family and Wang family, reward: restore the strength of the innate warrior."

"Option three, remain silent, close your eyes and wait for death. Reward: an immortality pill."

Before Zhao Wu could react, the mysterious voice of the system came again in his mind.