759: C759 Dragon Blood in Hand

C759 Dragon Blood in Hand

However, when Void Refinement Cultivator's hand touched Feng Yimo's body, he was caught off guard and kicked out with his right foot, hitting Void Refinement Cultivator's lower abdomen. With a loud bang, Void Refinement Cultivator's perfectly fine body was broken by the kick, causing blood to splash everywhere. Only a single Nascent Infant was left. He was at a loss as to what to do, as he didn't know what had happened.

Feng Yimo used the power of nine dragons to kick out in anger. Even a Great Cheng cultivator wouldn't be able to withstand it, let alone a mere Early Void Refinement cultivator.

Hiss!

Elder De and Elder Bei took a deep breath. It was not only because of his arrogance, but also because of Feng Yimo's strength. Could it be that he was not a Martial Master, but an even higher level Martial Highness?

"Old Ancestor, please seek justice for this disciple, punish this thief severely!" The Nascent Infant who had lost his physical body, Void Refinement Cultivator, was kneeling in the air, kowtowing to Elder De and Elder Bei. He glared at Feng Yimo with hatred and roared. "Old Ancestor, we can't allow such a crazy person to stay in Zixia Mountain. We won't be able to appease our anger if we don't kill him!"

"Quack! Quack!" Elder De frowned. With a flick of his finger, the Nascent Infant Void Refinement Cultivator fainted and fell from the sky. Before he landed on the ground, he was put away by Elder De. He looked at Feng Yimo and said, "Little friend, I will punish this person when I return. What do you think?"

His tone contained a negotiation tone, which petrified Qing Yu and the others. When did the high and mighty Great Cheng cultivators become so easy to talk to?

Feng Yimo remained silent and did not make any statements.

Elder De could only continue, "How about this, little friend. Don't get too excited. I and Elder Bei will report to State Sovereign and see what his intentions are. What do you think?"

This time, Feng Yimo finally nodded, "Alright, we will do as you say." He now understood that Zixia Mountain urgently needed warriors like him. As long as his request was not too much, they would definitely agree. His goal was the Wind Dragon barbarian blood that State Sovereign Huo Junshan had obtained!

While the warriors were dumbfounded, Elder De and Elder Bei left in a hurry. The wind cave was silent. Then, those injured warriors, who could kneel, knelt in front of Feng Yimo and begged bitterly, "Sir, Sir Liu, we were wrong! You are magnanimous, don't lower yourself to our level. You can treat us as farts. Spare us!"

Feng Yimo did not even look at them. He picked up a Storage Ring from Void Refinement Cultivator's blood and gave Qing Yu, Lone Wolf, and Hsu Mu a look. The three of them understood and followed him to the depths of the wind cave.

"Do you have anything to say?" Feng Yimo looked at the three of them with a smile and asked. After going through so many trials and tribulations, only three of them were loyal to him. Therefore, he planned to cultivate the three of them well.

The trio looked at each other. Lone Wolf said in embarrassment, "Boss, are... are you really a Martial Master?"

Qing Yu and Hsu Mu also widened their eyes, waiting for Feng Yimo's answer.

Feng Yimo smiled and said, "If I use my full strength, I should be at the Martial Venerable realm."

Ah?

The three of them were shocked again. Recalling how Feng Yimo had destroyed Void Refinement Cultivator's body with a single punch, the three of them came to a sudden realization. No wonder Elder De attached so much importance to their boss. It turned out that he was a Martial Venerable!

"Hehe, there's no need to be shocked. With your abilities, if you are able to endure hardship, you will also be able to enter the Martial Master level!" Feng Yimo said again.

With that, the three of them could no longer remain calm. Lone Wolf excitedly grabbed Feng Yimo's hand. "Boss, Boss, are you saying that you have a way to let the three of us enter the Martial Master realm?"

Feng Yimo nodded. If the three of them cultivated diligently according to the Feng Yimos that he had taught them, it should not be a problem with the dragon blood Nine Heavens Astral Wind Spells.

"That's great. Thank you, Boss. Thank you, Boss!" After receiving a definite answer, Lone Wolf, Hsu Mu, and Qing Yu were extremely excited. They almost knelt down in front of Feng Yimo.

The three of them had suffered so much because they wanted to go further on the path of martial arts. However, they never thought that one day, they would be able to enter the legendary Martial Master realm. Xiantian warriors were already the highest realm they knew.

Who wouldn't be excited when they knew that they could advance to the Martial Master realm?

Feng Yimo passed the medicinal Beast Blood Boilings to the three of them in a low voice and told them to remember not to cultivate blindly and also not to tell others.

As the night passed, the strong winds in Wind Cave gradually became stronger. Feng Yimo asked Qing Yu, Hsu Mu, and Lone Wolf to find a suitable place for themselves to cultivate the simplified Nine Heavens Astral Wind Spells of the Nine Heavens Astral Wind Spell.

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State Sovereign, Huo Junshan, was not too surprised when he heard the report from Elder De and Elder Bei. On that day, when he used his pressure to probe, he knew that this Liu Duansheng's martial arts was extraordinary, far surpassing the previous champion.

"Alright, go and have a good talk with him. See what his request is. As long as it isn't too much, you can agree to it. Right, give this to him. Perhaps, he won't mention anything else." Huo Junshan smiled and handed a jade bottle to Elder De.

Elder De suspiciously took the jade bottle and walked towards the wind cave with Elder Bei.

"Elder Bei, what do you think is in this bottle that the Regional Venerable gave it to me? How can he be sure that Liu Duansheng will stay? Could it be that the prefecture lord has foreseen this?" Elder De asked curiously as he walked.0

Elder Bei shook his head, "I'm not sure. The exalted prefecture lord is unfathomable, and his actions are unexpected. It's better not to guess."

"How about we take a look?" Elder De said.

"No! Elder De, why are you so reckless? How can you casually look at the things of the prefecture lord? If you want to know what it is, just let Liu Duansheng open it in front of the two of us. "

The two of them came to the wind cave. Feng Yimo stood up and walked in front of them. He was neither servile nor overbearing, "My lords, do you have any instructions?"

Elder De handed the jade bottle to Feng Yimo. "This is a gift from the prefecture lord. He said that you will not leave after seeing it."

Feng Yimo smiled. Although he was separated by the jade bottle, he clearly knew that inside was the blood of the Wind Dragon. It seemed like State Sovereign already knew that he could use beast blood to temper his body.

After Lian Yun Mountain used the dragon blood to use the Beast Blood Boiling, a faint blood red color emerged from the sparkling bones. This was something that had never happened before.

Perhaps, on that day, when Huo Junshan brought him back to Zixia Mountain, he discovered this secret.

However, Huo Junshan did not expose it, which meant that this person's bearing was not small and could tolerate some things.

"Then I will have to trouble you two to open the jade bottle. It would be best to put a big container in the cave and pour the things in the jade bottle into the container." Feng Yimo said calmly.

Elder De was stunned. He was dissatisfied, but he still took out a round basin magic treasure from the Storage Ring. With a flick of his finger, the round basin became thirty feet big. He held the jade bottle and pointed the bottle downwards. He casted a spell, and the dragon blood inside poured down.

This was dragon blood!

Elder De and Elder Bei were shocked. They had seen with their own eyes the day Lord Governor injured the Wind Dragon and collected its blood. They did not expect that it would actually be given to Liu Duansheng!

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