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37. The Blood-Winged Medicine King Jin Jiu, Yun Wanli, and Gonggong's disciples all looked at Li Qingfeng, who was lying less than ten feet away from them, with some expressions of hesitation, regret, and melancholy. Qing Feng, who was heavily injured, felt as if he was in a dream. He didn't feel anything at all. After spitting out a large mouthful of black blood, his whole body once again collapsed onto the bench as if he had no bones. However, through his heavy breathing and the sweat that was gradually coming out of his body, his originally ashen face started to turn red. The three knew that Qing Feng's life had been taken from the gates of hell.

However, for martial artists like Qing Feng, it was difficult to recover their shocking and peerless martial skills. It was as if they had lost their most precious treasure, causing their hearts to ache. The Shaolin Sect's < Classics of Tendon Changing Technique > that the Blood Winged Medicine King mentioned was one of Shaolin Sect's most precious treasures. For hundreds of thousands of years, no one had ever heard of anyone obtaining it! The king wouldn't give it to him even if he wanted to!

Moreover, the < Classics of Tendon Changing Technique > was a technique written in Sanskrit by the founder of Zen Shaolin, Damo, after ten years of closed door cultivation in the mountain caves of Shaolin. Not only were the contents of the book complicated, it was also difficult to understand. Many of the mental cultivation methods and main points were also related to the Buddhist sutras and Buddhist sutras. If an ordinary person were to obtain the < Classics of Tendon Changing Technique > and force themselves to cultivate it, they would eventually be able to successfully cultivate it, and would also be in danger of going berserk.

Today, Shaolin hosts the Wisdom Master, who is the Senior Brother of the Wise Master. He was originally a practitioner of the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills of the Shaolin: the Wood Blazing Saber Technique, the Flower Plucking Finger, and the Falling Ying Palm. By the time he was forty years old, he was invincible throughout the temple. He ignored the obstruction of the monks and brothers and the abbot, Wisdom Master, and insisted on cultivating the < Classics of Tendon Changing Technique > alone.

The Wise Mage had a natural talent and was proficient in Sanskrit language. Relying on his usual dedicated research spirit, he had learned more than half of the < Classics of Tendon Changing Technique >. After a few years, he broke out of his secluded cultivation. His inner force cultivation had greatly increased, far surpassing everyone else in the temple. He was known as the number one martial artist of the Shaolin Sect for the past two hundred years! As a result, one month had passed since Liu Ming had successfully cultivated the Body Metamorphose Scripture. Because Liu Ming had forcefully cultivated the Body Metamorphosis Scripture, the zhenqi within his body was like a wild horse that had escaped from its restraints and was not under his control at all. Let alone being number one in the martial arts for the past two hundred years, even daily living would not be able to take care of themselves!

From this, it could be seen that even if Qing Feng, who was lying on the sickbed, had acquired the unparalleled < Classics of Tendon Changing Technique >, it would have been extremely difficult for him to cultivate! It had to be known that Qing Feng's broken tendons and bones were broken by people, and could be cured by the Blood Winged Medicine King's miraculous magic. However, like the Wise Mage, the tendons and muscles in the hands and feet were torn apart by the unbearably large increase in Qi from the body, making them extremely difficult to cure! With an example from the past, who would still dare to set their sights on the < Classics of Tendon Changing Technique >?!

Therefore, after the Blood-Winged Medicine King said this, Yun Wanli and the Gonggong Master and disciple, who were well aware of the rumors, couldn't help but frown and think in their hearts: This time, trouble! Li Qingfeng's life can only be a marquis, and he won't be able to become the dragon and phoenix of the handsome and elegant man from thirty years ago.

The martial arts of the world, based on the cultivation of the sects, could be divided into various sects. Each sect had their own way of entering the sect, but the more profound one's cultivation was, the more one would realize that everyone came from the same sect. In order to raise one's cultivation as fast as possible, one had to go out to train, temper oneself in life and death, and break through the bottleneck! Second, it could enhance one's inner force cultivation, allowing them to comprehend life through cultivation. Thus, most decent people would have accomplishments and be respected by the world. Most of the martial artists were also ancient philosophers, and not all of their disciples came to acknowledge them because they admired them for their martial arts, which was largely due to their wise mind and extraordinary charisma. The most typical one in this regard was the Wudang Sect's Zhang Sanfeng!

Master Qing Feng had been trained in the Sunset Martial Arts, so it could be said that he had mastered it. Now, after thirty years of hibernation and tempering, his skills had reached the peak of perfection! And now, Wu Lin's peerless martial arts skills were going to end in such a way, who wouldn't sigh?!

He had told Jin Jiu about everything that his Master Yun Wanli had told him about Long Sanming and Yun Wanli in the journey east. After the Blood-Winged Medicine King heard this, he let out a long sigh. He looked to the west as the sun slowly sank and lightly asked: "So you're saying that Mr. Wolong carried that young master of the Lu family and jumped off the cliff with him?"

He didn't manage to see what had happened that day. He also didn't know how Long Sanming was able to survive after falling down such a steep cliff! Not long after, the Sunset Faction was completely incinerated by a huge fire. After that, he seemed to have disappeared mysteriously along with Qing Feng. All of this was just a mystery, but 30 years had passed. The older generation had all passed away, and most of the former disciples did not know the inside story, so most of the Karakorum disciples like Gonggong did not know about it.

Furthermore, the sect was well-informed. Although it had been thirty years since his master received any news from Long Sanming, in his master's heart, he didn't believe that Long Sanming would die. It wasn't because of anything, but because of his special relationship with Long Sanming, he had always been thinking about this person who should have left his name in the river of time thirty years ago. He knew that the Blood-Winged Medicine King was asking his master Yun Wanli when he said this, so he did not bother to reply. Yun Wanli seemed calm on the surface, but in reality, he was unable to suppress the trembling in his voice as he said: "He did jump off a cliff that day, in front of all of us!"

"Then doesn't that mean that no one in the Changan Lu Clan will cause trouble for you?!"

"Of course there is. It's just that our Kunlun Sect's strength is far greater than his, and the dragon … Junior brother Long had also died, so they could only leave it at that! Moreover, it was the Lu family that killed Junior Brother Long's family first, so what was wrong with Junior Brother Long avenging his parents?! This world has always been like this. As long as you have strength, you will be able to stand! "

"It's like this for painters, but the Changan Lu Family isn't a pushover either. They definitely won't be able to take this lying down!" Furthermore, you have no evidence to prove that Mr. Wolong is indeed dead! "

"What kind of evidence do you still need? It's not like you haven't been to the Full Moon Pavilion. Even after several hundreds of feet of rope was tied to our bodies, we still haven't been able to reach the bottom. Junior Martial Brother Long fell down and became a pile of meat paste!" Yun Wanli had known the Bloodwing Medicine King for a long time, so his speech was not as normal as it was before. Instead, he had become a bit more temperamental. When he finished speaking, he glanced at Qing Feng, who was lying on the sickbed, and couldn't help but laugh. He thought to himself: Thirty years ago, Junior Brother Long almost became a pile of meat paste because of the cliff you jumped off; thirty years later, I didn't expect you to become a pile of meat paste because of him.

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