"You brat, do you need to work so hard?"

At this time, Sun Wu had already finished checking his disciple's injuries. Although he was cursing, there was still a hint of joy in his eyes.

The promotion from military commander to martial king is a threshold that blocks almost 99.9% of warriors. Every year, countless military commanders and warriors die due to forced promotion.

But once this step is taken, the sky will be open to birds and the sea will be open to fish.

Becoming a Martial King will not only greatly improve your cultivation and strength, but also extend your lifespan. Only a Martial King is qualified to be called a high-level warrior.

No matter which force in the human race, King Wu is a highly respected existence.

Even if he is recruited by others, King Wu can guard one side. Even if he forms his own force, usually no one will provoke him.

For example, Sun Wu sat in the Qingshan Escort Bureau with the dignity of King Wu, and developed the Escort Agency's business to every corner of the Four Kingdoms. Not to mention the human warriors, even the demon clan had to give way to them.

"Master, half of this kid's bones are broken. It will take him a year and a half to recover."

Although Zhao Changqing's injury was extremely serious, it was still worth it in Sun Wu's opinion. When a general is promoted to King of Martial, he has to fight with his life, and getting injured is just an ordinary thing.

When Zhao Changqing was promoted to King of Martial Arts, he was also seriously injured, even more serious than Zhao Changqing now. If Su Xiaofan hadn't taken action, he would have been in bed for three to five years.

However, the vitality of King Wu warriors is extremely strong. As long as they are not killed on the spot and can breathe for a while, they can basically heal themselves slowly.

King Wu can even regenerate a broken limb, but it takes a long time and requires a huge amount of energy and blood. Warriors who regenerate broken limbs usually remain weak for several years.

So at this moment, Zhao Changqing seems to be seriously injured, but he is not dying. He only needs to stay in bed for a year and a half, and he will slowly recover.

"Well, it's nothing serious. You'll wake up in a while."

Su Xiaofan glanced at Zhao Changqing, with a look of joy in his eyes.

When a military general is promoted to become a King of Wu, it is a leap in the level of life. Zhao Changqing can fight back and kill the enemy. As his cultivation level increases in the future, he is also a top-notch existence even among the warriors of the King of Wu.

"Master, look..."

Sun Wu came to Su Xiaofan's side and said calmly: "We are still practicing escorting. With Chang Qing's appearance, it is not convenient to follow."

"Can't you just throw it on the carriage? What's the inconvenience?"

Su Xiaofan glared at Sun Wu. Warriors have great recovery abilities, especially King Wu. As long as he didn't die on the spot, a few bumps on the road would be nothing.

"Ahem, master, this is your disciple."

Sun Wu looked pitiful, "Master, it's just a piece of cake for you. You'd better save this poor child and let him suffer less."

When a warrior is injured, he only needs to be instilled with a huge amount of Qi and blood power, or take heavenly materials and earthly treasures, so that the injury can be healed quickly.

Sun Wu would not dare to think of asking Su Xiaofan to waste his energy and blood, but it was a genius treasure, and the master seemed to have obtained two of them just now.

"You kid, I just got these two nice fruits, and I have to ask for one from you."

Seeing Sun Wu staring at the box in his hand, Su Xiaofan shook his head speechlessly.

Although this lion fruit is not a holy medicine for healing, it does contain extremely large amounts of energy and vitality, so it is suitable to be used on Zhao Changqing at this moment.

"Take it, this kid Changqing is lucky."

Su Xiaofan ate this lion fruit, at most it would satisfy his appetite, but it had no effect at all, so naturally he would not be reluctant to part with it, so he immediately threw a lion fruit over.

"Thank you, Master. I would like to thank Master on behalf of Changqing."

His disciple felt hurt. Sun Wu was overjoyed when he got the lion fruit. He pinched open Zhao Changqing's chin and stuffed the lion fruit directly into Zhao Changqing's mouth.

The lion fruit looked like the size of a fist, but in fact it melted in the mouth. Almost as soon as the lion fruit entered the mouth, Zhao Changqing groaned in his throat and turned around slowly.

"Master, Master, I have advanced!"

When he opened his eyes and saw the people in front of him, Zhao Changqing couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. Being injured was nothing. He would be injured dozens of times a year, so he didn't care at all. The key was that he was already a King of Martial Arts warrior.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and meditate, and refine the lion fruit given by your master!"

Sun Wu slapped Zhao Changqing on the head and asked Zhao Changqing to take Hun'er back.

At this moment, Zhao Changqing felt the huge energy, blood and vitality in his body. Without any nonsense at the moment, he quickly began to practice his kung fu to repair his body's injuries.

"I'll be able to recover almost as soon as daybreak. It won't affect my journey."

Su Xiaofan looked around. Due to the fight between Zhao Changqing and the Golden Lion Demon King just now, the surrounding grasslands for several kilometers had been hardened into solid ground. This space was even more open than the camp.

Su Xiaofan was too lazy to go back to the camp. He greeted Shen Haodong and others, and simply sat down on the ground here to protect Zhao Changqing who was recovering from his injuries.

"Congratulations to Brother Qingshan, Changqing has the appearance of a martial saint."

After everyone sat down, Shen Haodong also looked at Zhao Changqing not far away with admiration.

Although it is said that a warrior needs to put life and death aside to achieve a breakthrough, there are only a few people who can truly do it.

Zhao Changqing had truly broken through the shackles of his mind before. This kind of breakthrough in battle would be of great benefit to his future growth. A perfect mind is also one of the necessary conditions for promotion to the Martial Saint.

Coupled with the resources of the Qingshan Martial Saint, Shen Haodong is certain that the Qingshan Escort Agency will have another Martial Saint in the future.

Including Sun Wu, who is not far away from being promoted to a martial saint, and the three martial saints of the Qingshan Escort Bureau, even if they are compared with the strength of those dynasties, they may not be much weaker.

"Congratulations, Lord Qingshan."

Jiang Zhen looked at Zhao Changqing with some envy. He was not a talisman warrior, and his future road was much wider than his.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The demon king's essence and blood will not have much effect on you. If you want to advance to the Martial Saint, you need to find another way."

Su Xiaofan glanced at Jiang Zhen and said: "This trip is going to the Divine Sea. If you and Sun Wu can kill a sea demon saint, you may have a chance of promotion..."

"The Demon Saint of the Sea?"

After hearing Su Xiaofan's words, Jiang Zhen immediately closed his mouth tightly.

The gap between the Demon Saint and the Martial King is even greater than the gap between the Martial King and the general. Becoming a Demon Saint can already control the power of the world.

Imagine how manpower can defeat the sky. When the opponent controls the power of heaven and earth, King Wu, let alone killing the demon saint, even if he wants to hurt the opponent, it is probably just a dream.

Not to mention that the Shendu Sea is the home of the demon saints in the sea. It is difficult for the Martial King to deal with the demon saints on land. In the Shendu Sea, isn't it just a snack for those sea beasts? Let alone killing them, they can protect themselves.

Both Jiang Zhen and Sun Wu are capable.

"The road has been shown to you. Whether you are willing to follow it or not is up to you."

Su Xiaofan didn't say much. When he taught his disciples, they were always led by their masters to practice on their own. Fortunately, Sun Wu's lineage was more up-to-date and had many good students.

As for the qualifications of Zhou Xiong's lineage, they are much inferior. Zhou Xiong's father, Su Xiaofan's founding disciple, has long since turned into a bowl of loess, and his bones may have turned into yellow mud.

Although Zhou Xiong has good qualifications and is expected to be promoted to King of Martial Arts, he will never be a King of Martial Arts in this life. If he wants to become a Martial Saint, he has no chance at all.

This is also the difference between staying safely in the city and teaching disciples, and going out as escorts. Compared with people like Sun Wu who walk on the edge of the knife, a comfortable life undoubtedly limits the development of warriors.

"Ahem, ancestor..."

Zhou Xiong, who was coming from behind, felt frightened when he saw Su Xiaofan glance at him, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Uncle Sun Wu is about to be driven out of the Sea of ​​Gods by his ancestor, and his training mission will probably not be easier than Zhao Changqing's mission to kill the demon king.

Zhou Xiong's calves trembled a little when he thought of the Sky-Swallowing Python Demon King that his ancestor had mentioned before. That thing was much more difficult to deal with than the Golden Lion Demon King.

If Zhao Changqing had a narrow escape against the Golden Lion Demon King, Zhou Xiong felt that his training mission was to escape death, and he really didn't have much confidence in his victory.

This was not because Zhou Xiong was timid, but because the gap in strength between the two sides was too large. Especially when he saw how powerful the Demon King's domain was today, it made Zhou Xiong feel a little desperate.

"Originally, I wanted Changqing to join you in the fight against the Sky-Eating Python, but I didn't expect that he would be promoted ahead of schedule."

Su Xiaofan turned to look at Zhou Xiong and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He couldn't tell what Zhou Xiong was thinking. This was because his courage was gone.

Without the courage of a warrior to move forward, it would have been impossible for Zhou Xiong to break through between life and death. His path to becoming King Wu was almost cut off in half.

"Ancestor, I am useless."

Zhou Xiong lowered his head, feeling secretly regretful in his heart.

Zhou Xiong felt that he should not have taken over the Qingshan Martial Arts School in the first place. If he had been training at the Qingshan Escort Bureau, maybe he would be the one who broke through the King of Martial Arts today.

"Give you two choices."

Su Xiaofan sighed and said: "The first is to break through in the battle, and the other is to survive. But with your current mentality, death is almost certain."

"Ancestor, what about the second option?"

There was a look of hope in Zhou Xiong's eyes. From the meaning of his ancestor's words, he seemed to have other choices.

"You recruit and teach disciples in the martial arts hall, and you rarely go out to fight with monsters and gods. I don't blame you for this in the first place."

Su Xiaofan thought for a moment and said: "Another lion fruit can be given to you, but your journey as a warrior will stop at being a martial artist. Even if there are heaven-defying treasures in the future, it will not be possible to improve your cultivation to become a martial artist."

Holy.”

The lion fruit is the sacred fruit of the golden lion group. Although it looks like a small golden lion, it does not mean that it is only effective for the golden lion group.

For a warrior like Zhou Xiong who is only one step away from the realm of King Wu, taking lion fruit can also help him advance through the level.

But as Su Xiaofan said, the Lion Fruit can help Zhou Xiong become the Martial King, but Zhou Xiong's journey as a warrior will stop at the Martial King, and his hope of being promoted to the Martial Saint is completely cut off.

"Ancestor, I..."

Zhou Xiong was in a state of confusion at the moment. As a warrior, becoming the most powerful person was the goal in the hearts of all warriors, so this choice was not easy to make.

"Take the lion fruit, Qingshan Martial Arts School still needs you to continue."

Su Xiaofan waved his hand and threw the box containing the lion fruit to him, "Don't be reluctant, you are much better than your father, at least you still have a chance to choose."
To be continued...