Even though Putian Shaolin tried its best to cover up, the news about the Demon Blood Hand continued to ferment in the world.

On the way to Nan Shaolin by Wang Dong, Bingbing, and red cherry and green willows, this news has almost spread throughout the Central Plains, detonating the entire martial arts world.

No matter how Shaolin monks exaggerate and explain that the Demon Blood Hand is the most evil thing, how many masters have been killed, it still cannot stop the coveted gaze of greed and ambitions.

If you get the secret of the Demon Blood Hand, your martial arts can make rapid progress every night. What is the mere risk?

What's more, people have the mentality of taking chances. Others will be killed by the bloody hand of the demon, and they may not be able to be the exception.

According to the latest feedback, even the Demon Cult, which was severely injured by Tie Zhongtang decades ago, was ready to move, as if he wanted to get involved in the Demon Blood Hand and make a comeback.

On the post road leading to Putian, a carriage slowly walked.

Bingbing lifted up the curtains of the car, and looked out with her eyes as black as vaguely paint. From time to time, you can see groups of strong warriors, whipping horses, or lone heroes galloping by with swords and swords along the way.

No need to think, these people are all heading for Nan Shaolin.

Bingbing even saw the monks in Shaolin, Songshan, and didn’t know whether they were going to get a piece of the pie or send it to help.

After looking for a while, Bingbing looked back at Wang Dong and said, "These people should be aiming at the bloody hand of the Lao Shizi Demon. Is it really good that we are so calm?"

Wang Dong closed his eyes and rested, and said calmly: "It should be my thing, no one can take it away, no matter how sooner or later."

Wang Dong was really not in a hurry at this time. It was still several months before he could reach his full status again. Although he was seriously injured when fighting with the three abandoned immortals and the demon gods, the gains of this battle still need to be digested and sublimated.

He is now in a mysterious and indescribable wonder state. He is neither a celestial being, but he has almost surpassed the celestial beings. He has not reached the end of the way. He is always like watching flowers in the fog, separated by a vague curtain.

Bingbing has seen Wang Dong's unfathomable methods and knows that the person in front of him is the kind of person who records the gods and monsters and legendary novels, almost as good as the sacred immortals and Buddhas.

Of course she knew that no one was qualified to snatch things from him, she was just idle and deliberately searching for topics.

She never lacks curiosity for Wang Dong.

There was a small table in the carriage, with several porcelain plates on the table, all of which were filled with some exquisite desserts. Bingbing took a red bean cake, started eating in a small bite, and asked Wang Dong again: "Aren't you hungry? I've never seen you eat along the way."

It's been five days since I walked!

Wang Dong opened his eyes and smiled, and actually reached out to get the wine pot and jade cup, and poured it on his own.

Bingbing swallowed the pastry in one bite and said in surprise: "You can finally move?"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "It's just that both hands can move, not the whole body can move."

Turning back to the previous topic, Wang Dong continued: "It's not that I won't be hungry, but that's far more than ordinary people have persisted for a long time. The so-called meat eaters are brave and fierce, the grain eaters are wise and clever, the qi eaters are divine and lively, and the non-eating do not die and be divine. Martial arts practices have reached my level, and even if I don't sleep for a year and a half, there is no problem."

"A year and a half?" Bingbing looked at him and said lightly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This is also the level that martial arts can achieve? If you don't eat grains, suck the wind and drink dew, you will reach this level, you are no different from a god."

"Those who do not eat will die and will be divine! This is the real realm of immortals. The way of martial arts is endless. I can only be considered close to immortals now." Wang Dong said with great emotion. Although he has only been practicing martial arts for more than thirteen years, his wonderfulness over the past ten years can be written for more than four years.

"That's amazing!" Bingbing shook her head and sighed: "And with your ability, even if you are a god, no one will doubt it, right? Alas! Are there really immortals in this world?"

"There is no immortal in this world, which does not mean that there is no immortal in the world outside the sky. Of course, those true immortals are not much the same as you understand."

Wang Dong looked at Bingbing and said in a leisurely manner: "The so-called 'Demon Blood Hand' is an immortal's hand!"

"The Hand of the Immortal?!" Bingbing was shocked and became more and more surprised. The hand of the Immortal was actually called the "Demon Blood Hand"?

Moreover, all those who got that hand were ominous, either died suddenly or died together, which was far from the vague image of the immortal in her mind.

The most important thing is, who has such great magical powers that can cut off the immortal's hands?

Bingbing's eyes were cast towards Wang Dong, the light flashed, his heart was faintly hot, and there was a terrible speculation.

"You guessed it right, I did cut off that immortal hand, so I paid the price." Wang Dong saw Bingbing's thoughts.

Bingbing's body shook, and her eyes lit up instantly. What a powerful method should it be to kill the immortal? If she hadn't seen Wang Dong's skills with her own eyes, she would have thought she was listening to the heavenly book and narrating a myth.

"What kind of magical power do immortals have? Move mountains and fill seas? Or catch stars and moons?"

Bingbing couldn't help but say curiously.

Wang Dong laughed in silence: "Catching stars and moons? That's just a myth, probably not possible, but if an immortal descends into this world, it will be enough to suppress and destroy billions of creatures!"

Bingbing was silent. Maybe Wang Dong was just explaining a fact, but she once again felt her own insignificance.

When Xiaoyao Hou pushed off the cliff, Bingbing truly tasted the feeling of despair. If she hadn't met Wang Dong at the bottom of the valley, what would have been the consequences?

She couldn't imagine it.

Bingbing clenched her fists, her slender fingers turned white, and she looked at Wang Dong with hopeful eyes: "Tell me martial arts!"

"Can!"

Wang Dong nodded.

The two of them were not talking loudly, but they did not deliberately cover it up. Hong Yingluo, who was driving outside the car, listened silently in their ears. The Demon Blood Hand was the hand of an immortal, and this immortal hand was cut by Wang Dong. This shocking information made the two of them speechless.

Then when he heard Wang Dong agree to teach Bingbing martial arts, the red cherry and green willow looked at each other's eyes, and they all saw the envy and sigh in the other's eyes!

The reason why they surrendered to Wang Dong and even wanted to regard themselves as a servant was not only because they did not want to die, but because they saw the road ahead in Wang Dong's hands!

What Hong cherry and green willow pursue throughout its life is the legendary sword technique, which uses energy to control the sword and takes a person's head beyond a hundred steps.

This kind of swordsmanship is a myth and an illusory legend for almost everyone, but the two of Hongying and Green Willows knew that this was not a legend, and this kind of swordsmanship did exist.

It’s a pity that even if it exists, it cannot reach the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

Because to practice to the realm of using qi to control swords, you need at least 150 years of hard work. No one in the world can live to be 150 years old, and no one can practice swords with all their hearts and minds for 150 years without eating or drinking, and sleeplessly.

Red cherry and green willow practiced swords for seventy-four years, and their true hard work was only 20 years. Only after thirty years did their swordsmanship reach the realm of controlling lines with energy and controlling swords with lines. Even so, they were almost invincible in the world.

Until they met Wang Dong, they finally realized that using qi to control swords is not the highest level of swordsmanship, and there is a peak outside the Qingshan Mountains.
Chapter completed!