Martial Arts Fusion: Starting from the Head of a Clan

Hong Qigong looked furious: "It is rumored that the life and death talisman in Lingjiu Palace makes people unable to control their own lives. I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but now it seems that they are underestimated!"

He has no objection to Jiang Feng's methods. He hates evil, but that doesn't mean he is the Holy Mother.

"I said, I said!"

Song Zheng finally couldn't bear the torture of the life and death talisman, and squeezed out a few words with trembling in his throat.

Jiang Feng volleyed a burst of energy on him.

Immediately, all abnormalities disappeared.

He was sweating profusely and looked at Jiang Feng with lingering fear.

"Think carefully, you only have one chance. Once you lie, you will know the consequences!"

Jiang Feng didn't completely believe what he said. Some people wouldn't cry when they saw the coffin.

"Don't worry, you can ask whatever you want, and I'll tell you everything I know. I only have one request. After you ask, give me a good time!"

Song Zheng swallowed and turned pale.

"I can promise you! As long as you cooperate, I will give you a happy experience!"[]

Jiang Feng took two steps closer and whispered, "Tell me, what is your name and where does it come from?"

Song Zheng took a deep breath and said: "My real name is Song Wu, and I was born in Shazhou City..."

As Song Wu narrated, things gradually became clear.

After hearing this, Hong Qigong was furious: "You beast, born on a sandbank, actually attacks fellow countrymen, you are worse than a beast!"

Shazhou City is a small town under the jurisdiction of Suzhou County. It is under the management of Suzhou and is considered the same hometown as Suzhou.

In this era, there was the concept of neighbors helping each other. Especially when people outside the country encountered difficulties in their fellow villagers, most capable people were willing to lend a helping hand.

Not to mention little gangsters, famous figures in the world, even evil ones, rarely cause harm to the countryside.

Song Wuben was just an apprentice at a pharmacy in Shazhou, and he got the skills from the shopkeeper.

After the shopkeeper died, he left the pharmacy and embarked on the road of martial arts.

I have been away from home for more than 60 years, stumbling along the way, going through ups and downs, and finally 450 stepped into the master realm, until I was caught by a few people.

Jiang Feng was quite interested in this person's skills.

A casual cultivator has no prospects.

He broke through to the Grandmaster level in sixty years. This was because he had not laid a good foundation since childhood.

This person's qualifications are average and his skills are definitely good.

"What kind of technique are you practicing?" Jiang Feng spoke again.

"this..."

Song Wu's face hesitated, showing a tangled look, and then sighed, as if he had resigned himself to his fate: "That's it! The name of the technique I practiced is "Blood Spirit Sutra"!"

Song Wu simply read out all the scriptures in the Blood Spirit Sutra.

"Blood Spirit Sutra" can be practiced all the way to the master level, using blood as a resource for practice, and the blood of boys and girls has the best effect.

According to what he said, it was in accordance with the practice method in the Blood Spirit Sutra that he arrested young boys and girls on a large scale.

"Does anyone else know about this skill?"

Hong Qigong's face was solemn.

"How could I pass on the master's skills to others at will?" Song Wu directly denied it.

The three of them also felt that he must not have lied. How could a person do bad things easily let others know about it.

"This person is quite honest, let's give him a good time!"

Hong Qigong breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that the Blood Spirit Sutra had not been passed on to others, and he no longer had any thoughts of torturing people. The three of them will definitely not spread the Blood Spirit Sutra.

"I promised the governor, Mr. Yang, that this person will be handed over to the Yamen and I will give him a happy time!" Jiang Feng explained.

"Okay, it's time for me to go back to Liumenmen and say goodbye!"

Qing Wu Qing Leng said, it had been too long since he had been here, and there was a backlog of things in the six doors.

"The old beggar has also left. I have to go back and give an explanation to my brothers!"

Hong Qigong cupped his hands.

"Since you two have something to do, I won't keep you here. I'll send you two off!"

Jiang Feng gave a code word to the secret guard, indicating not to let this person commit suicide, and sent Hong Qigong and Wuqing away.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Feng came to Jiang's Tianlao alone and drove away the secret guards.

"Song Wu is dishonest!"

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Chapter 123 Song Wu’s real secret

"Da da da !"

Jiang Feng's footsteps echoed in the empty sky prison.

Song Wu raised his head with difficulty and saw a pair of eyes as deep as black holes staring at him.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he spoke with difficulty: "Master Jiang, I have fulfilled my promise, Master Jiang will not break his promise!"

"Of course I won't break my promise, but you didn't tell the truth at all!"

An unpredictable smile appeared on Jiang Feng's face.

Song Wu coughed twice and hissed: "What do you mean?"

"I leave the Blood Spirit Sutra to you. There is no shortage of experts in the Jiang family. You can tell whether the skills are real or fake!"

"I didn't say the Blood Spirit Scripture you gave me was fake!" Jiang Feng said leisurely.

"Then what do you mean? If you want to kill me or chop me into pieces, please give me pleasure!"

Song Wu's eyes were red and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.

"The Blood Spirit Sutra is true, but your major is not the Blood Spirit Sutra!" Jiang Feng asserted, his eyes determined!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Song Wuyang laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes: "Master Jiang, I have to say, your imagination is so rich!"

He laughed so hard that he was out of breath, coughed a few times, and showed a trace of blush on his face: "Who can practice two internal skills without success? Besides, as a casual cultivator, I have obtained the secrets of magical skills such as the Blood Spirit Sutra. As luck would have it, could it be that the master of the Jiang family entrusted me with a stronger magical skill in his dream?"

Song Wu's words were sarcastic, as if he had heard a big joke.

Jiang Feng put his hands behind his back and said softly without arguing with Song Wu: "Your cultivation has exposed your skills!"

"What's the meaning?"

Song Wu looked confused: "The Blood Spirit Sutra is a master's technique. Why can't I break through the master's technique?"

"Of course not!"

Jiang Feng smiled coldly, his gaze seemed to penetrate Song Wu's heart, making him tremble.

"The Blood Spirit Sutra can indeed be cultivated to the master level, but its essence is just a mysterious level skill. I think your talent is just above average. You tell me, a mysterious level skill plus a talent is not too much." You are so strong, how did you unite the two flowers?"

The level of the Blood Spirit Sutra, coupled with Song Wu's talent.

Jiang Feng had a little doubt about him condensing double flowers.

In theory, this possibility does exist.

However, Jiang Feng is an extremely cautious person. He does not want to believe in probability and would rather believe in his own judgment.

He was certain that Song Wu practiced the Blood Spirit Sutra and most likely also practiced another technique.

This skill is very likely to have some connection with the Blood Spirit Sutra.

He didn't know what the connection was until he found out which technique was being interrogated.

He believed in his own reasoning more than coincidence.

Song Wu looked at the young man with a slightly immature face in front of him.

My heart felt horrified.

His heart was colder than the ice in winter.

He is confident and backed by the Blood Spirit Sutra, no one can guess his true secret.

It is common sense that a person can only practice one internal skill.

Even if you switch to a new practice, the skills you have cultivated before will be converted into the internal power of the new practice.

This person actually broke the rules by relying on a flaw that was not a flaw and deduced that he practiced another technique.

Simply unbelievable.

"Tell me about it, you know you can't bear my methods!"

Jiang Feng spoke slowly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Song Wu looked up to the sky and smiled: "I don't know what you are talking about. If you insist on saying that I have cultivated it, then just cultivate it. I am just a piece of fish on the chopping board. I can kill or cut it into pieces. It's up to you!"

Song Wu looked at death with a look of determination and firmness in his eyes.

Even if Jiang Feng used the Life and Death Talisman again, he would not be able to get any news out of him.

Song Wu looked crazy. His biggest secret could only be brought into the coffin, and no one could take it away.

Jiang Feng shook his head, he still had to use some means!

A bolt of ice shot into Song Wu's body.

His meridians all over his body were varicose, and his meridians seemed to have insects crawling all over his body.

However, despite enduring the inhuman pain, Song Wu never said a word and looked completely different from before.

But sweat was pouring down his face, his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to want to cut Jiang Feng into pieces with a thousand knives.

Jiang Feng moved a chair and Da Ma Jin Dao sat on it.