Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Ding Yishan, Jiang Yunling, you [Lingshan Twin Swords] used to have a great reputation in the martial arts world, but now it seems that you are nothing special. How come you can't even take down a female thief with mediocre skills?" The short and fat man carrying the ghost-head knife sneered.

The real name of this short and fat man is unknown, and he is only known by his nickname [Ghost Headcutter]. It means that his swordsmanship is so superb that he can chop off the heads of ghosts. He is a well-known evil master in the Central Plains.

The sword-wielding couple remained silent, slightly increasing their attack, and immediately inflicted several more sword wounds on the female thief's body.

Just as the female thief was about to die on the spot, a voice suddenly rang out:

"Everyone, could you please stop for a moment?"

The sudden appearance of this unfamiliar voice startled all four people in the temple. The two Lingshan Twin Swordsmen put away their swords and stood up, only to see a gray-robed man suddenly appear next to the clay statue in the temple. He was standing with his arms folded, looking at them with interest.

"Who are you? When did you sneak in?"

Ding Yishan looked surprised and doubtful and asked.

Jing Yu shook his head and smiled, "I've been here all along. Young man, let me ask you, the three of you are besieging a little girl like this, are you doing this for some secret immortal manual?"

The gray-robed young man in front of him looked to be in his twenties, yet he had the audacity to call himself a "young man." Even though Ding Yishan was very skilled in cultivating his Qi, a layer of anger appeared on his face. "Kid, what's your background?"

"Why waste your time talking to him!" The [Ghost Headbreaker] came up with a ghost-head knife in hand, grinning, "This guy is wearing a tattered, gray robe. I'm afraid he's a beggar who stopped by this dilapidated temple and died behind the statue..."

"The immortal secret manual on Partridge's body is too precious. The news cannot be leaked. This little beggar is going to die anyway. Why are you arguing with a dead person?"

Jing Yu smiled and said, "You are right, you idiot. Why would you bother to argue with a dead person?"

"I heard you're a member of a demon sect? You kill a lot, don't you?"

The ghost's head was cut off, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth covered in tartar. Without warning, he swung his knife and chopped down: "One more of you won't make a difference!"

chi chi-

Jing Yu just snapped his fingers, and an invisible finger force with the sound of breaking through the air pierced through the forehead of the short and fat man, and a famous master in the world fell to the ground with a bang.

Ding Yishan and Zhu Yunling stared blankly at the decapitated corpse on the ground. Suddenly, as if waking from a dream, they looked horrified and blurted out almost at the same time:

"Release the inner strength..."

"Grandmaster of the End!"

"Sister Ling, hurry up..."

[Lingshan Twin Swords] The couple did not dare to stay for even a moment. They used their Qinggong skills and fled from the dilapidated temple without looking back, disappearing in the wind and snow.

Jing Yu was naturally fully capable of keeping these two people, but his eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment, he let them escape and did not chase them.

"Senior...Senior...are you really the Grandmaster of the Ultimate Realm?"

The female thief named Quail didn't even bother to treat the sword wounds on her body. She glanced at the corpse of the [Headless Ghost] on the ground, feeling uneasy and trembling.

Jing Yu pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I ask, you answer."

"What's your name?"

The female thief quickly said, "My name is Wang Queqiao. I'm from Qinghe County in the Central Plains. I'm quite well-known in the martial arts world of Dali. People nickname me 'Queqiao'. I do some sneaky things to make ends meet."

"Where is this place?"

Wang Queqiao was stunned. He had not expected Jing Yu to ask such a question, but he still answered honestly:

"This is the Northern Desert, the northernmost region of our Dali Dynasty, where snow falls year-round..."

"Da Li?" Jing Yu asked with interest, "Is this your kingdom? How many kingdoms are there in this world?"

Wang Queqiao's face grew paler, cold sweat streamed down his face, and he trembled as he said, "All under heaven belongs to the king. Ever since Taizu Dali established his rule in the Central Plains and unified the country, the entire country has belonged to Dali! Even if there are still some small territories around it, they are under Dali's control..."

"It seems that the place is not big, otherwise it would be impossible for there to be only one mortal kingdom in ancient times without powerful communication means and high-level combat power..." Jing Yu pondered.

He then asked, "Those two people just now said that I was the [Grandmaster of the End]..."

"What is [End]?"

"what?"

Wang Queqiao was finally dumbfounded: "The end... The end is the end, how can this be explained?"

"Those who practice martial arts temper their bodies and strengthen their muscles and bones, but this is not an infinite improvement. There is a limit, and the limit of the martial arts is the [End]."

"It is said that a warrior who has entered the [End] realm will be invulnerable to swords and spears, with a long and enduring Qi and blood. He can even release his internal energy. Hundreds of ordinary Dali elites cannot approach him. Only if hundreds of top-notch masters from the martial arts world form a formation and siege him can they possibly wear down the [End] realm master."

Jing Yu pondered for a moment, "It sounds a bit like the performance of a body cultivator entering the foundation-building stage..."

He suddenly grabbed Wang Queqiao's slender wrist, startling the female thief: "Senior?"

Jing Yu carefully felt it, then withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Your Qi and blood are like mercury, and your body is strong and resilient. This is roughly the level of the fourth level of physical training. Little girl, what level of expert are you in your Dali martial arts world?"

Wang Queqiao smiled bitterly and said, "I, a junior, have only relied on my light-weight martial arts skills to travel the world. In terms of light-weight martial arts, I can be considered first-rate, but in terms of head-on combat, I can only be considered second-rate."

"how old are you?"

Wang Queqiao looked strange and said cautiously, "Twenty-six."

"Very young!" Jing Yu said in surprise. "Twenty-six years old and already at the fourth level of body refining, yet he's not even ranked among the top in your Dali martial arts world? Is the body refining technique here really that unique?"

"Could it be that the so-called [Grandmaster of the End] is really a body cultivator at the foundation-building level..."

"How many [Grandmasters of the End] do you have in Dali?"

"Probably a few dozen." Wang Queqiao lowered his head and looked submissively, suppressing his inner excitement and anxiety. He said, "They are all heroes in their area. Hermits like you are very rare."

"Is there a realm beyond the limit?"

"That's it." Wang Queqiao shook his head like a rattle. "Since it's called [End], it must be the end of the martial arts path. There's no further to go."

"Uh……"

At this moment, Wang Queqiao suddenly groaned, and it was because the sword wound on his body was aroused, causing the wound to crack.

Jing Yu glanced at him and said, "Take care of your injuries first."

Unfortunately, there is no spiritual energy in this place now, and Jing Yu cannot practice breathing exercises. His golden elixir is also directly blocked by the rules of heaven here, so he naturally cannot condense his magic power. Otherwise, if he opened the storage bag and took out a healing elixir at random, the wounds on Wang Queqiao's body would be healed instantly.

"Thank you for your understanding, senior."

Wang Queqiao simply bandaged the wound on his body, then took out two pieces of dried meat from his personal bag and handed one to Jing Yu: "Senior, please have some. There's not much good stuff in this wilderness, so just make do with this..."

"You won't poison this dried meat, will you?" Jing Yu made a joke, but it frightened Wang Queqiao so much that she turned pale and said she didn't dare.

Jing Yu picked up the dried meat, took a bite, chewed it, and felt that it tasted good. He swallowed it in one gulp, but suddenly his expression changed.