"Yeah!" Xia Qi nodded.

"Why are you the one who keeps the martial arts of the Witch God Cult?"

"I don't remember..." Xia Qi shook his head. All he could hear was the incident three hundred years ago, but why was it buried underground and why the Witch God Cult had to be preserved by him. He had no memory at all.

"Then do you have to suck human blood after practicing this set of exercises?" Ye Xiu asked again.

"This is not, but these people are full of blood. Sucking their blood can help me recover my strength faster..." Xia Qi shook his head.

Ye Xiu understood that what Xia Qi absorbed was almost the blood of the masters of the sect realm. Even though the master was not good at physically, his body was tempered by innate true qi all year round, which was far more abundant than the blood and energy of ordinary people.

"Do you still remember this set of martial arts?" Ye Xiu asked again.

Xia Qi shook his head. His cultivation had become an instinct, but he had long forgotten the mantra of this set of martial arts.

A trace of regret flashed across Ye Xiu's face. Since he didn't need to suck human blood, he also wanted to try this technique that could increase the strength of his body.

A martial art that can make a great master like Lin Qingyun [Liangcheng       ] move is better than the ones taught by Old Man Long?

"Young Master, do you want to practice?" He swallowed the blood of the three masters. Not only did Xia Qi recover his memory, but his IQ also recovered a lot. When he saw Ye Xiu's lost expression, he guessed Ye Xiu's thoughts.

"Yes..." Ye Xiu nodded.

"Young master, although I don't know why I kept the cultivation method of the Witch God Sect, with my position, the level of the martial arts that can be kept will never be too high. With your identity, if you really want to practice, the master is a more sophisticated martial art. Why do you have to practice such a defective product?" Xia Qi looked at Ye Xiu in confusion.

"Uh..." Ye Xiu didn't know what to say. The martial arts that could make a super strong man above the sect territorial realm snatch him regardless of his face were actually defective?

"By the way, young master, where is the master? Where is the master now?" Xia Qi seemed to have thought of something and asked again.

"I don't know either..." Ye Xiu shook his head. He was only vaguely guessing that the owner Xia Qi was the woman in white in the ancient tomb, and how could he know where she was.

Xia Qi did not ask any more questions and stood respectfully aside.

Ye Xiu didn't know what to say, so he could only suppress all kinds of doubts in his heart. There was no clue about the Witch God Sect and this ancient tomb at the moment. Perhaps only by waiting for Xia Qi to recover more memories can he know more truth.

Now that you have what you need to find, it’s time to leave here!

After sighing softly, Ye Xiu turned around and walked into the tomb, preparing to call Yang Dahua and others, but at this moment, an extremely powerful aura rushed from afar. Even Xia Qi, who was standing beside him, his face suddenly changed...
Chapter completed!