Two old men with an age gap of three digits gave birth to a large group of pink furry dolls. The two looked at each other with affection... Such an unreasonable picture appeared in Xu Qing's mind.
, a sudden chill came over my back, and goosebumps appeared one after another.
Wu Chi looked at Xu Qing who was standing motionless with a strange look, cough! He blocked his mouth with his fist and coughed twice before calling him back.
"The templar warriors take my genes as the main body, and the holy warrior genes assist. The two are perfectly integrated, and there is only one purpose for all this, so that a true holy warrior can appear among them..."
Wu Chi told a secret about the Templars in a slow speech. In fact, his ancestor's genes came from a severed finger that was sealed in the ice. It was preserved by his ancestor on the eve of his departure to Kunlun.
People know why he did this. Maybe this holy warrior felt something special. Perhaps only when another holy warrior appears can we figure out the reason.
The detailed number of Templars and the details of cloning training were unknown to Wu Chi. Mu Lingzi, who was familiar with all this, was dead, but he knew the real purpose of doing so. Only true Holy Warriors could be born from this group of Templars.
Let Shengwu Hall stand at the top, otherwise it will not be worthy of its name.
There is not just one intermittently mentally disturbed martial artist in the Shengwu Hall. Everyone here is a martial artist. Their lifelong pursuit is to reach the holy realm at the pinnacle of martial arts. Even if they know they cannot achieve it, they must use other methods.
Achievement is a kind of persistence that cannot be let go, a pursuit that is so obsessed that it is almost crazy.
The Templar Knights are a group of warriors who have undergone rigorous training since childhood. Their only purpose of survival is to practice. They practice day and night without any distractions. Over the years, they have consumed countless resources in the Holy Martial Hall, which has made the once rich and powerful martial arts holy place.
It has become the depressed state it is today. Everything is for one goal, to have a holy warrior among them. Even just one is enough.
According to Wu Chi, the Shengwu Hall originally contained thousands of inner elixirs for ancient warriors and countless treasures. You must know that in this holy land of martial arts that has been passed down for thousands of years, even if you take a complete urinal and sell it, it will be a thousand-year-old antique.
The Shengwu Hall is a treasure house of antiques. Whether it's beds, tables, chairs, or even pots and pans in the kitchen, Ruyi can scratch his back... Everything is an antique, and you can sell it as long as you pick up any one.
A pretty amazing price.
The wealth did not increase like a snowball, but disappeared quickly like a water bag with a hole in it. Seeing that the resources of the Holy Martial Hall were no longer enough to sustain the crazy consumption of the Templars, Mu Lingzi decisively thought of an excuse.
The ingenious plan of the chicken hatching the egg is to transfer these Templar warriors to the Chinese government for training and provide them with all the resources needed for cultivation. The condition of the cooperation between the two parties is that the Templar warriors can be used by the government. Once a holy warrior appears among them
It must be handed over to Shengwu Hall.
The Chinese government only needs to provide resources for the Templar Warriors to practice, and it can get a large group of powerful ancient warriors. This group of people are simple and loyal. They do what is ordered and are not afraid of life and death. The purpose of their coming to this world is to practice.
After continuous training, the appearance of this blank-sheet ancient warrior made the political leaders extremely happy, and they had no reason not to agree to the cooperation request put forward by the Shengwu Hall.
In the eyes of political leaders, this group of templar warriors is the best choice to replace the two special forces teams. Originally, the cooperation between the two parties was a matter of course, but the tragedy that occurred in Shengwu Hall caused huge changes in this cooperation.
The two parties must not only have an interest relationship but also have equal strength. It is like a rabbit talking to a tiger about cooperation with an attractive capital. Even if the cooperation is successful, how much benefit can the rabbit get? Maybe the tiger will put it in if it is unhappy.
In the belly. Shengwutang used to have powerful force and could be regarded as a tiger, but after experiencing a tragic disaster that wiped out the family, it directly fell into the role of a rabbit. The other party will naturally think of embezzling that attractive capital.
Xu Qing sighed and said: "Senior Wu Chi, I now understand the reason why you don't want to go out to heal your injuries. Otherwise, I will help you wash your hair and cut your marrow. I hope it can be of some help to your injuries."
In fact, it's not that Wu Chi doesn't want to heal his injuries, on the contrary, he wants to resume his martial arts more than ever. The jet lag has brought a lot of medicine these days, but they only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Now Xu Qing offers to cleanse his hair and cut his marrow, and he feels grateful.
There is no reason to refuse.
Wu Chi took a deep breath to suppress his surging heart, and said in a low voice: "Xu Gongfeng, it takes a lot of internal energy to wash my hair and cut my marrow. You have to think about it carefully."
Xu Qing replied without hesitation: "I'm sorry, you taught me the Seventy-two Ways of Crazy Fist because of your kindness. This is nothing to consider. Let's start now!"
Wu Chi nodded and said: "Okay, thank you for your kindness. I will repay you in the future." After saying that, he turned around and sat upright, closed his eyes, raised his hand and waved twice to Tiankui White Ape and Jin Lingzi, and lowered his voice.
He said in a loud voice: "You two go and guard outside the cave while Xu Gongfeng heals my wounds and no outsiders are allowed to disturb me. Go ahead!"
Tiankui Baiyuan nodded obediently, raised his paws to hold Jin Lingzi's sleeves and walked quickly out of the cave. Xu Qing took two steps forward, sat behind Wu Chi, raised his palms and pressed them on his back.
On the Fengmen point, activate the inner energy to help it wash away its hair and cut its marrow...
The mountain wind is howling, the goose feathers are drifting, and winter is severe all year round in the snow-capped mountains. Since the beginning of autumn, the weather has become colder and colder.
Wei Damao and several members of the Jin Tong Gang were sitting around a bonfire. Someone hunted a wild boar from the forest at the foot of the mountain this morning, and it was just in time to roast it for a good meal.
A packed wild boar weighs about a hundred pounds. The Golden Eyes Gang No. 50 in Daxue Mountain has kept their promise and everyone can have enough meat. These days when they come to Daxue Mountain, they often go down the mountain to hunt game for tusking festivals. The Golden Eyes who come here are
Most of the people in the gang are ancient warriors, and they are very good at hunting wild animals.
Wei Damao stretched out his hand and tore off a front leg, laid it horizontally and took a bite in his mouth. A strong aroma melted in his mouth. The wild boar meat was really fat but not greasy, and had a chewy texture. He puffed out his cheeks and chewed a few mouthfuls, then raised his hand.
The front legs of the pig smiled at the Jintong gang members who were eager to try it: "It's cooked, let's start eating!"
Agni Vajra is not afraid of hot hands. I saw him holding an ox-eared scimitar with one hand, reaching out with the other hand to grab a pig's hind leg, and swung the knife to lift it up. There was only a soft squeaking sound, and a piece of pig was reared.
The leg meat was cut off, and he pierced the pig's body with the knife. He took two steps back and sat down with the meat in his hands, then put his mouth to the meat and started to bite it happily.
There are still lights on in the mine not far away, and from time to time there is the roar of machines. Dozens of strong red-haired werewolves are digging for ore with mining hoes. More than a dozen vampires in black robes are digging into the rock with long electric drills.
Holes were drilled into the wall, emitting bursts of harsh roars. These dark creatures are the real labor force mining jade mines in the Snowy Mountains.