Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

He held the tiger's fur in one hand, and held up the blood-stained head of the giant tiger in the other.

Qiao Mu looked around, and said loudly: "This animal hair is indeed from the blue-eyed flying tiger of Xuantian Sect..."

Qiao Mu is no longer some kind of headhunter.

And now no one cares about the impermanent monster case.

Even the female cultivator Mingyue didn't have time to take care of the little cat that took her a lot of effort to catch. At this moment, her body was trembling slightly, her pupils shrunk, and she was frightened and angry.

This person simply and neatly killed the saint's spiritual pet in the street...

But Qiao Mu is still seriously reasoning, talking about the case, from the sudden appearance of the female cultivator Mingyue last night and shedding tiger fur, to the traces of tiger monsters gnawing on the bodies of many deceased before...

The detailed statements of these cases were taken from the documents submitted by Mr. Chen's arrest, and Qiao Mu just repeated them.

Even if no one cares about the case at the moment, no one wants to hear about it.

The Taoist priests of Xuantian Temple cursed angrily with livid faces, the fat official trembled angrily and scolded, and more people stood there with pale faces and discussed.

But Qiao Mu turned a deaf ear and continued talking to himself.

His eyes flicked over the tiger carcasses under his feet, the messy street floor, and the corpses of pedestrians on the ground half eaten by the tiger.

"You murderous beast, you should be killed!" Standing beside the tiger carcass, holding the bloody tiger's head in his hand, he said in a calm voice:

"This is not the law of Great Yan, nor the rules of Xianmen..."

"It's... the morality of the world!"

Chapter 82 Chapter 78 I'm Really Not a Moral Saint (3k

Morality!

When Qiao Mu held the blood-stained head of the giant tiger and uttered those two words, the people around were also slightly in a daze.

When Qiao Mu drew his sword and wanted to break into the Xuantian temple and clash with the Taoist at the gate, they were more on the side of the Taoist, scolding the head catcher for being ignorant and disturbing the peace of the fairy gate.

When Qiao Mu was reprimanded and threatened by the high officials and took off his head-hunting soap suit, they were more surprised and couldn't understand Qiao Mu's actions.

And when the giant tiger killed people in the street and was shot to death by Qiao Mu, they were moved when they talked about the impermanent monster case.

"This catcher, does he seem to be doing real things?" Some people began to waver in their hearts.

"Just now, he was really saving people."

"And those Taoists at the gate of Xuantianzong want to stop him?"

At least not everyone has the guts to face that man-eating giant tiger, especially this giant tiger seems to be bred by the Xuantianzong's immortal...

They can't figure out the big right and wrong, but the common people can still understand the obvious good and evil.

They still hid in the distance and did not dare to approach, but the way they looked at the tree had changed to a certain extent.

"This man named Jopiff did get rid of the man-eating demon tiger."

"There may be some misunderstanding in this. The demon tiger raised by the Xuantianzong's immortals is also an animal after all. If it is an animal, it may have the possibility of becoming a beast. This is not the fault of those elders."

"The fairy elders are compassionate and protect the water and soil in Heyang Mansion. There are monsters that cannibalize people under the seat of the immortal elders. Of course, they are not what they want to see. Monsters are monsters after all."

The people pointed to the tall tree standing in the pool of blood, holding the giant tiger's head, and talked a lot.

When Emperor Yonghe hurried over under the escort of the Chu guards, he saw such a scene.

"How dare he—" Emperor Yonghe's face changed dramatically.

His heart skipped a beat first.

Saint Wu Qingxin's green-eyed flying tiger died so simply?

Things have developed to such an extent just by rushing over here?

He looked at the back of the tree on the street, and only felt an incredible feeling in his heart.

why?

Why can this martial artist be so decisive even when he, the emperor, has to hesitate to think about it?

Worldly morality?what are you kidding...

"Your Majesty, this matter has gotten a little serious." The Chu guard next to him bowed and said:

"Do you want me to intervene to stop it?"

As the bodyguard who guarded Emperor Dayan during this private visit, Chu Xing was a serious and high-grade martial artist.

Of course, he is not the only guard.

If you want to intervene to stop this storm, it is more than enough.

But... what happened afterwards?

Thinking of this, Emperor Yonghe suddenly said: "That's right, that Qiaopifu is also a high-grade martial artist who has achieved success in refining gods."

"Although the soul is injured, and the strength is not one in ten, but after all, he is not an ordinary sixth-rank warrior."

"Chu Xing, in your opinion, does Qiaopifu's behavior mean that he has another card, which makes him think he can deal with the saint Wu Qingxin? For example, some kind of explosive secret method to temporarily return him to his heyday?"

The trump card of a high-grade warrior.

This is a reasonable explanation that Emperor Yonghe thought of.

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine why a former high-grade martial arts practitioner would come to the gate of Xuantian Temple to kill the green-eyed flying tiger, and even force his way into Xuantian Temple. Wouldn't he be afraid of being crushed by the immortal cultivator?

The higher the martial artist is, the more he knows how terrifying the immortal cultivator is.

There are nine ranks of warriors in the world, but the first-rank martial arts saints 40 years ago were all defeated by the immortal cultivators, and only he escaped with his life, let alone this Qiaopifu.

A Taoist temple that forcibly breaks into the immortal gate will surely die!

But if we deal with Wu Qingxin, the saint of Xuantianzong, maybe there is another chance?It's actually unknown how that saint's immortal cultivation is.

Since worshiping Xuantianzong and being established as a saint of the fairy sect, Wu Qingxin seldom went out, and lived in seclusion all day long, living a rather low-key life.

But even so, she is still the saint of the fairy gate...

When Chu Xing heard this, his brows gradually frowned.

"This...whether he has the ability to burst into high-quality strength for a short time, I'm not too sure." Chu Xing also hesitated.

However, Emperor Yonghe's judgment was not unreasonable.

It is not easy for a martial artist to become a high-rank warrior. A former high-rank warrior has his own pride. Naturally, he will not die so simply. There should be some way to save his life?

"Your Majesty, he hasn't broken into Xuantian Temple yet, maybe things will turn around..."

Chu Xing had just mentioned the word "transition".

Then I saw that Qiao Mu was holding the bloody tiger's head, step by step towards the Xuantian Temple.

This movement not only stunned Chu's guards, but also made the Taoists who surrounded Xuantian Temple aggressively amused.

"How brave!"

"This person has committed a lot of crimes. He dared to attack the saint's spirit beast and insulted my fairy sect. You should ask the senior brothers on the mountain to suppress him quickly, and he will be ashes."

"The blue-eyed Flying Tiger who killed the saint, not only did not escape, but dared to come over?"

"How dare you be disrespectful to mere ordinary warriors?"

Qiao Mu's expression remained calm.

"Escape? Why do you want to escape?" He said softly:

"I haven't finished what I have to do, why do I want to escape?"

His eyes passed through the turbulent crowd, ignored the outraged Taoists, and landed on the female cultivator Mingyue behind the crowd.

"The murderous beast has been put to death!" He read aloud:

"However, if a tiger kills people, and those who disregard human lives carelessly, they will also have to pay for their lives!"

He walked faster and faster, faster and faster, from walking to running wildly, with shadow steps on his feet, he rushed straight to the female cultivator Mingyue!

Qiao Mu didn't know how strong these Taoists were, and he didn't know how long he could live, so he had to do his best to kill the so-called Mingyue Shangxian!

"A mere ordinary martial artist dares to be presumptuous!"

"Aren't you going up soon?"

Female cultivator Mingyue frowned and stepped back behind the crowd.

She has been in the Immortal Sect for about 20 years, and her cultivation in Immortal Dao is actually not outstanding. What she is good at is actually raising spirit beasts, otherwise she would not be just a servant disciple next to a saint.

Although the monks in the Qi refining period are also "Shangxian" in the eyes of the world, they are far from extraordinary and refined. It would be foolish to fight head-to-head with this ordinary martial artist.

In fact, she didn't have much thought to pay attention to the certain death of Qiao Mu, and there was only fear in her heart.

The holy girl's tiger cub was killed by an ordinary martial artist before it even grew up... Especially today's incident, it was more or less caused by her, if the holy girl who was in seclusion knew...

She shuddered.

At this time, those Taoists obeyed Mingyue's order and rushed towards Qiao Mu.

"Is it a cultivator? This is the first time I have fought against a cultivator..."

Qiao Mu was vigilant in his heart, and then he was dumbfounded to see that many of these Taoists took out swords and weapons from under their Taoist robes and rushed towards him waving.

"This...you are warriors?" This time it was Qiao Mu's turn to be surprised.

But his question, on the contrary, angered all these Taoists.

"You are the rough warrior!"

"Martial arts are just ordinary people, and now we have worshiped in the immortal sect, sooner or later we will be able to obtain the orthodox immortal law of the Taoist sect, and achieve longevity!"

Qiao Mu's inadvertent question made these Taoists angry.

Seeing their reactions like this, Qiao Mu felt somewhat enlightened.

"I see." He narrowed his eyes slightly:

"A true immortal cultivator would not watch the gate here."

"You are just some lackeys who defected to the fairy gate."

If it is a warrior, he has no shortage of experience in dealing with it, so naturally he is not afraid at all.

Although these gatekeepers are wearing Taoist robes, most of them are warriors with inner strength.

Stepping on his feet again and again, he rushed into the crowd alone. The two gun bodies hidden on his body turned and twisted, and a long gun was already spliced ​​in his hand.

Facing warriors, and it's still a group battle, it's better to use a long spear.

"Immortal lackey...you know that you are about to die!" The Taoists were also aroused by Qiao Mu, and immediately retorted:

"I see you are 40 years old, right? You are so reckless at this age, and you don't know how to advance or retreat. Age really lives on a dog!"

"What do you think you are? A moral saint?"

"The ancients said that there is no confusion at forty, but you are over forty, and you only know that you have lost your life for the so-called morality--"

In the middle of speaking, the Taoist was shot in the throat by Qiao Mu and died.

Qiao Mu kicked the Taoist corpse away from the gun, and said coldly:

"Forty is not confused, that is, I beat you forty by myself, without hesitation at all."

The already proficient battlefield spear technique was deployed again, coupled with the inner strength bursting out of the disintegration of the demon, no one could beat its edge for a while.

It's just that Qiao Mu really fell into thinking because of the Taoist's words.

Not confused at forty?Moral saint?Morality?

Of course, Qiao Mu knew in his heart that he was not a moral saint, and he never wanted to be one.

When he used to be a chivalrous hero in Yancheng in the name of Qiao Mu, Qiao Lin, and Qiao Sen, others said that he had the old style of being a chivalrous man who valued righteousness over life and death.

But he knew he wasn't that noble.

If you don't actively seek death, brush out high-quality deaths, and practice until the age of 44 with your own martial arts aptitude, you may not be much better than Qian Toutou.

He is just doing some good deeds in the eyes of others while satisfying his own desire to become stronger.

That's it.

He was never a selfless moral saint, he was always selfish.