"Master! Have something to eat!" Lin Ye pointed at the crucible not far away with a silly smile on his face.

Looking at the pile of dark and sticky mixture in the crucible, Ma Xingkong twitched his eyes, and waved his hand and used his true energy to capture Lin Ye from the air: "I won't eat it anymore. Your dantian is destroyed, your right leg is broken, and your body's qi and blood have dissipated a lot. Don't move around now, and I will replenish your essence and blood for you now."

He just used Tuoxie Battle Robe to absorb the life essence of two second-level peak powerhouses. Most of them were used to make up for his own losses, but the effect was not obvious. Ma Xingkong simply passed the remaining half of the life essence to this little apprentice with a problem with his brain, so that he could cultivate some combat power first.

Putting his palm on Lin Ye's shoulder, Ma Xing's thoughts came to his heart, and the Tuoxie Zhan armor in the Dantian in his chest began to output blood-red essence of qi and blood.

The red essence filled with the breath of life continued to pour into Lin Ye's body along Ma Xingkong's arms, nourishing his limbs and bones.

After one stick of incense.

He poured all the essence of life absorbed this time into Lin Ye's body. Ma Xingkong nodded with satisfaction. When he was about to say something, he found that the stupid little apprentice was already asleep comfortably.

Bang!

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

Lin Ye held his head with tears in his eyes and looked at Ma Xingkong pitifully.

"Although your dantian is destroyed, with the help of this stream of essence and blood, plus the actions I have given you, you should be able to cultivate to the level of a ninth-grade martial artist. When you practice to a ninth-grade martial artist, your master will naturally help you solve the dantian problem."

As Ma Xingkong's current understanding of this world, the power system is probably from no entry to the fourth level. From low to high, it is: warrior, martial artist, martial priest, martial god, and martial god. Each level is divided into nine levels, the first level is the weakest and the ninth level is the strongest.

The so-called ninth-grade martial artist is the peak level of the first level.

"Practice well! I will be back if you stop for ten days and one month long. If you have not reached the level of a martial arts master, don't say that you are my disciple!"

Leaving this sentence, Ma Xingkong left, leaving only Lin Ye who looked at his back with his eyes shining.

Tianjing City, in the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion.

As soon as Shi Changsheng finished his practice, he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up: "It's been a whole day. Li Rong and Zhao Xingshu have not returned yet. Could it be that something happened?"

But as soon as this thought arose, he directly strangled himself: "They are both like me. They are both masters of the ninth-grade Wusect. If they hadn't committed a serious crime, they would probably still be in the border area and in front of their real power."

"No one threatened them except for the martial saint-level masters. And I, Daqian Empire, have only seven martial saint-level strong men in the open face. With my father, there are only seven in total."

Shi Changsheng opened the folding fan and fanned unconsciously while paced back and forth.

After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and took out a golden sign from the storage bag on his waist. He directly poured his internal energy and blood into the sign: "The golden Qi and Blood Mysterious Mirror given to me by Brother Tang Qing has the highest level of authority, and can search and counter-track all creatures in the Daqian Empire three times. In order to meet with Brother, the first two opportunities have been consumed. Now there is only the last one left, I just hope you can get the most out of your money!"

"Search: Zhao Xingshu, Li Rong, and the unknown strong man they are targeting!"

Shi Changsheng took out three bottles, poured the smell of qi and blood collected secretly into the mysterious mystery of qi and blood exchange, and closed his eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, with an inexplicable radiance in his eyes: "Li Rong and Zhao Xingshu are dead! Judging from the information collected by the Black Iron Blood Mysterious Mirror on their bodies, the strong man is at least a fourth-grade martial saint-level strong man! His name is...Ma Xingkong?"

"If you are a fourth-grade martial saint-level master, you are already a force that can affect the overall situation. If you can be taken over by His Majesty, it will be enough to tilt the balance of victory..."

Shi Changsheng's eyes flashed endlessly. After a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind and pushed open the door open. For the first time in several months, he walked out of the quiet courtyard.

"Young Master, please stay." As soon as Shi Changsheng opened the door, a tall and powerful servant stood up and blocked the door of the courtyard tightly. Although his tone was respectful, his eyes always had a hint of undetectable contempt. "The master has given him instructions. The eldest master should not leave the Ziyun Garden half a step, otherwise..."

The words were not finished, but the threats were unexplained, and anyone with a normal mind could hear them.

The money fell down and the wall fell down and everyone pushed it. Shi Changsheng was afraid and imprisoned by his father because he was too close to the current emperor of Daqian. In the eyes of these servants, he was naturally a loser. Although he did not say that he could be humiliated, these short-sighted people naturally had no good face to show him.

It is almost a foregone conclusion that Shi Changsheng was able to become a ninth-grade Wushu Sect in his thirties and become a martial saint-level strongman in the future. He is naturally not a stupid person. He is clear-minded and enlightened, so how can he not see the little thoughts of these servants? In the past, he just didn't want to care about these bullshit things. Since he is now determined to turn against Tang Qing, he will completely break up with Shi Tianlun and never have any scruples from now on, and only seek to understand one idea.

"What? The young master is not going back yet. Do you want me to 'invite' you back?"

As soon as the burly servant finished speaking, he felt like he was hit on the cheek by an object with an extremely high speed. With a "pop", he turned around in the air for two times before he fell heavily on the ground, his teeth fell off, his mouth full of blood, and his ears were buzzing.

Shi Changsheng looked at the servant whose teeth were slapped by him with a cold face. He quickly stepped forward, stepped on him and crushed him deeply into the purple-gold soil: "Are you planning to 'please' me back with that hand just now?"

Shi Changsheng, who has always been famous for his elegance, suddenly broke out, and the burly servant who was beaten seemed to have not reacted. The thought had not changed for a while, and the pain caused by the fallen teeth stimulated his fierceness, which made him struggle frantically.

But a mere servant who is not even at the level of a martial artist. How can he break free from the feet of Shi Changsheng, a master of the ninth-grade Wusect? If he really breaks free, that is the real joke!

"Don't you say it? That's just planning to use both hands!" A cold light burst out from Shi Changsheng's eyes, and he stomped his feet twice.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After two feet, the burly servant's palm became two bloody and fuzzy existences.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The severe pain stimulated the nerves of the burly servant, but the sufficient qi and blood in his body made him unable to fall into a coma, which made his brain more awake.

Looking at Shi Changsheng's tyrannical back, this deposed servant was screaming in a terrifying howl. He suddenly remembered that the blood flowing on this person's body was inherited from the God of Dagan, the ninth-rank martial saint, and the Duke of Zhenguo - Shi Tianlun.

The bloody smell on Shi Changsheng's body and the shrill screams of the servants behind him became the best pass. His identity was there, and no one dared to explicitly stop him - what's wrong with walking in his own home?

"The fourth-grade martial saint is powerful, Ma Xingkong!"

Shi Changsheng muttered Ma Xingkong's name, rushed out of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion like a strong wind, and ran towards the direction of the palace...

After half a cup of tea.

Tianjing City, Dagan Palace, Haori Palace.

Although it is called Haori Palace, it is actually just an imperial study room of the emperor. Every person who can enter this Haori Palace is either a minister loyal to Emperor Tang Qing in the court, or a dead soldier who performs secret missions, except...

"Changsheng. Why are you here? What happened is worth your last chance to consume the Golden Qi and Blood Mysterious Mirror?" Because he dispersed the palace maids and eunuchs early, Tang Qing poured himself a cup of tea and asked while slowly savoring it.

Although Tang Qing, the highest ruler in the Dagan Empire, was already in his forties, he looked just a middle-aged man in his thirties. Not only did he not have the depressed atmosphere of living in the You Palace for many years, his skin showed a healthy wheat color. His bright eyes and white teeth, and his facial features were very charming. He looked like a handsome man. The white hair on his head not only did not reduce him points, but instead gave him a very wise sense of vicissitudes.

Hearing Tang Qing's words, Shi Changsheng smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, this time I did not use the golden Qi and Blood Mysterious Mirror to cover up my breath, but I directly broke out of the Duke Zhenguo Mansion to come here."

Click!

Tang Qing was excited, and his palm exerted a little force. The teacup immediately turned into fragments all over the sky and scattered. The light red tea dripped down the cuff. He was stunned for a while before evaporating the tea on the cuff with his true energy while saying gently: "You must have a reason for doing this, let's listen."

Shi Changsheng had already become accustomed to Tang Qing's trust. He just nodded slightly and said, "It's not that I don't want to cover up my breath, but... I've consumed my last chance in advance."

"Oh? You're the same as when you were a child, what are you doing to keep? Tell me directly!" Tang Qing waved his hand, feeling quite unhappy with Shi Changsheng's approach of swelling people.

The situation was urgent, and Shi Changsheng didn't talk much nonsense. He directly handed the dim golden blood mysterious clone to Tang Qing and said, "Shi Changshi was killed. I sent my father to monitor me to find that person bad luck. As a result, they had the same fate as Shi Changshi."

Shi Changsheng had no intention of being sad when his biological brother was killed, and Tang Qing also felt that this was natural and not strange.

Tang Qing seemed to have received the news of Shi Changshi's death, but was shocked by the subsequent changes: "Killing two ninth-grade martial sects is at least a first-grade martial saint, right?"

Shi Changsheng did not speak, but just pointed to the golden Qi and Blood Mysterious Mirror on Tang Qing's hand.

After understanding the other party's intention, Tang Qing directly poured the power of true qi and blood into the mysterious Qi and Blood. Immediately, he received a feedback message.

Name: Ma Xingkong

Gender: Male

Physiological age: five years old

Strength: 4th-rank Martial Saint or above

"See?" Shi Changsheng asked with his eyes shining when he noticed Tang Qing's actions.

"After entering the Martial Saint realm, the life level will increase and the life span will increase, so this age cannot be taken seriously, but... only five years old? There are only two possibilities!"

"First, Ma Xingkong is a peerless genius. He only spent more than ten years to cultivate to the realm of a fourth-grade martial saint, so his age is only five years old; second, he is a super strong man with a strength of more than seventh grade, and his life level has been relocated again!"

Tang Qingxiong was very talented. If Shi Tianlun had not been pressing him all the time, he would have made great achievements. At this moment, he found Ma Xingkong's information. He made a quick decision and immediately clapped his desk:

"Xuanhuang Guard! Come with me! I want to visit privately and personally go to meet this Ma Xingkong!"

...

So, what is the "Great Martial Saint" who the Emperor Dagan is muttering about at this moment?
Chapter completed!