Longevity starts with strengthening the internal organs

"yes!"

The person who brought the message immediately turned around and went to the front to deliver the message.

The team stopped, but the two people carrying the chariot had no intention of putting it down, but stood quietly on the spot.

The boy's fingers tapped on the armrest, making a dull and monotonous tapping sound.

No one dared to speak, and the entire team was eerily quiet.

In fact, there was no need to wait for an hour at all. In just a quarter of an hour, noises could be heard in the distance, and someone shouted from a distance.

"I want to see who is so arrogant that he actually bullied us, Mingyue Valley."

Following the words, a group of people held fire and came to the road in a mighty manner.

The leader was a middle-aged man. He was not very good-looking, but he was full of energy, especially his eyes, which were as clear and bright as a bright moon.

When he saw the young man sitting on the chariot, he was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

"Is it because you sent someone to ask for the medicine icon of Mingyue Valley?"

At the beginning, the young man looked at the middle-aged man with interest, but soon he lost interest and nodded indifferently.

"Yes, have you brought the things?"

"Haha, what a joke. In all the years I have established the Mingyue Valley sect, I have never seen anyone dare to bully us so arrogantly." The middle-aged man laughed angrily.

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Oh? So you don't plan to make friends anymore?"

"Of course, your Excellency is not even willing to reveal your name, and you just ask me for the Medicine Idol. You are not taking our Mingyue Valley seriously."

The middle-aged man said coldly, but at the same time he was quite nervous inside.

Because he found that he couldn't see through the young man on the chariot at all.

Not only that, he also found that the people who followed this young man actually had considerable strength, which made him feel even more uneasy.

But even so, he couldn't hand over the medicine icon.

Because since the occupation of the Medicine Holy Temple, the Medicine Holy Statue has become the second fundamental image of Mingyue Valley.

After these years of development, many disciples have obtained the true inheritance of the Medicine Holy Temple with the help of the Medicine Holy Statue. Its importance can be imagined.

Moreover, if someone were to frighten you into offering a treasure after just a few words, then Mingyue Valley would definitely be discredited, and the prosperous situation that had finally been formed with great difficulty would also be completely interrupted.

Therefore, as the master of Mingyue Valley, he cannot show weakness and submit to weakness.

At this moment, after hearing his impassioned words, the young man smiled.

"You asked me my name, then who are you?"

"I am the owner of Mingyue Valley, Gu Shunde!" the middle-aged man said proudly.

The young man nodded, and then sighed, "What a pity!"

"What's a pity?" Gu Shunde was a little confused.

"It's a pity that such a good name will be invalidated as soon as it appears." The young man said lightly.

Gu Shunde was stunned for a moment, then realized what it meant and couldn't help but said angrily.

"Stop fucking pretending, who are you...?"

Before he finished speaking, the young man signed up directly: "My name is Jing Ping Sheng!"

"Jingping Sheng of Beicanglong!"

As soon as these words came out, Gu Shunde, who had been so aggressive just now, became silent for a moment, his mouth opened wide, and his eyes were a little dull.

It looked like a duck being grabbed by the neck.

Recently, in the land of alienation, who doesn’t know the news about Beicang Long Jingpingsheng breaking through the barrier.

Maybe some young warriors don't know much about Saint Jing Ping, but Gu Shunde is also the owner of Mingyue Valley, so he has naturally heard about the events of those years and knows how terrifying this Saint Jing Ping is.

He just didn't expect that the person who suddenly visited him in the middle of the night and kept asking him to dedicate the medicine icon would be the God of Death.

But no matter how you look at it, this Jing Pingsheng is only a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Could it be that his realm has reached such a high level that he can rejuvenate himself?

Just when he was at a loss, Jing Pingsheng waved his hand half-heartedly.

"Kill it, I'm a little tired."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him rushed out like wolves and tigers.

Gu Shunde's whole body was shaken, and he couldn't help shouting: "Sheng Jingping, you are so domineering, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution?" Jing Pingsheng chuckled.

"I am retribution."

When the fighting began, although the people of Mingyue Valley were quite strong, they were still far inferior to the three coalition forces of Beicanglong Farewell Tower and the Wild God Sect.

Therefore, there were heavy casualties upon contact.

That is to say, Gu Shunde can survive the combined attack of these three families and rush left and right, trying to lead his men to break out.

But at this moment, Jing Pingsheng, who was sitting calmly on the chariot, suddenly raised his eyes and rushed out, heading straight for Gu Shunde.

Gu Shunde also felt the almost desperate pressure, but at this time he had no way to retreat, so he could only roar and try to resist.

But in the next moment, a fist smashed all his resistance and hit him in the head.

There was a muffled sound.

Not only Gu Shunde's head, but also his upper body turned into blood mist under the force of this punch.

After delivering this earth-shattering punch, Jing Pingsheng, as if he had done a trivial thing, returned to the chariot, lay down again, and then yawned.

"Clean up quickly, I want to sleep."

As soon as he said this, his subordinates became even more like wolves and tigers.

On the other hand, Mingyue Valley's strength was originally far inferior to that of the three coalition forces. Now that the owner of the valley was killed with one punch, one can imagine the low morale.

Therefore, they were quickly defeated and fled in all directions.

But how could they escape.

In just a moment, the once-prominent Mingyue Valley was completely wiped out. Even the ordinary outer disciples did not escape this disaster and were all killed.

Seeing the tragic scene of blood flowing into the river, Jing Pingsheng was completely unmoved and didn't even blink.

It wasn't until he entered the Yaosheng Temple and saw the Yaosheng statue enshrined by them that a strange light appeared in Jingping Sheng's eyes.

"What a surprise, can it actually contain such majestic will power?"

With that said, he flew off the chariot and walked to the medicine icon.

This medicine icon is very old, and it can be seen that it has been enshrined for a long time, so that the surface of the stone has been smoked with a layer of oil.

This is the basic map of the Medicine Holy Temple in the past and the Mingyue Valley today.

Jing Pingsheng stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently slid across the surface of the Medicine Saint statue, finally stopping at the center of the stone statue's eyebrows.

Buzz.

The medicine icon trembled violently, and then its shiny surface began to lose its luster rapidly.

This phenomenon goes from bottom to top, and finally only the center of the stone statue's brows still retains the last bit of luster.

But Jingping Sheng refused to leave even this last bit of luster, and thrust his fingers forward.

The fingertips were inserted directly into the stone statue.

Click.

After a crisp sound, dense cracks appeared on the body of the medicine saint statue that had been passed down for an unknown number of years.

When Jing Pingsheng pulled out his finger, the statue of Yao Sheng shattered into pieces and turned into rubble.

Jing Pingsheng's face showed a look of unfinished expression, he licked his lips and sighed.

"It tastes good, but unfortunately it's still a bit weak."

That's right.

In just such a short time, Jingping Sheng actually took all the years of wish power accumulated in the Yao Sheng statue as his own.

And this is the reason why Jingping Shengneng has achieved such high martial arts achievements at this age.

Jing Pingsheng called it...killing gods!

"Rest here for one night, and then set off tomorrow, via... Nan Canglong!" Jing Pingsheng said calmly.

"Yes!" Everyone bowed and agreed, and then went down to clean up.

Standing in the main hall of Yaosheng Temple, Jingping Sheng looked at his shadow stretched by the candlelight and suddenly chuckled silently.

"Guan Xuejiang and Guo Luming, we haven't seen each other for many years, can we still fight?"

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At the same time, in Canglong Temple thousands of miles away, Zhao Ya had not yet fallen asleep, but was intensifying training and preparations.

The crossbow strings rang with a bang, and the crossbow arrows shot out, spanning hundreds of steps in an instant, and penetrated deeply into the target.

Then Gui Xuanqing took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that the muscles all over his body were sore.

He had always thought that there was nothing difficult about shooting this thing. It just meant aiming and pulling the trigger.

But it wasn't until he actually got started that he realized how difficult it was.

Not to mention anything else, just holding the mechanical crossbow and not shaking it at all was enough to make him, a warrior of the fifth realm, complain endlessly.

What's more, there are other more boring and tedious exercises, so in just one day, Gui Xuanqing did not dare to have the slightest contempt.

At this moment, torches lit up in the woods.

It turns out that in order to simulate the actual combat environment as much as possible, there was no artificial light in the entire mountain forest. All shooters, including Gui Xuanqing, shot purely by natural light.

Then Zhao Ya was seen walking out of the woods and coming to Gui Xuanqing and other shooters.

"Overall, the results have improved a lot compared to before, but there are still problems."

With that said, Zhao Ya dropped the two archery targets on the ground.

"Cao Qing, You Lan, you two shot five arrows in total, but missed the target three times. This result is considered to be at the bottom."

The two young men lying in the grass lowered their heads in shame.

"But the two arrows that were shot were very good. They basically hit the target. This illustrates a problem, that is, the stability of the two of you is too poor, so you two will continue to practice stability later."

"yes!"

Then Zhao Ya pointed out the shortcomings of others. Although he didn't say much, he hit the point directly.

And these arrogant young people did not dare to disobey at this time, and they all accepted the criticism with sincerity.

Gui Xuanqing's heart has been hanging.

Because he knew that Zhao Ya never showed any mercy in such matters. Even if he had known him for the longest time, he would still be pointed out and criticized mercilessly if he did not do well.

But until it was almost the end, Zhao Ya didn't mention himself.

Gui Xuanqing couldn't help but feel a little strange.

At this moment, Zhao Ya picked up a target and said, "Gui Xuanqing!"

"Yes!" Gui Xuanqing responded hurriedly, feeling a little anxious, preparing to receive criticism.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ya smiled slightly at him.

"You did a good job. Not only did all five arrows hit the target, but the scatter was very small. It shows that you have basically got started."

Not only did Zhao Ya not criticize him, but he also gave him a very rare compliment in public.

This made Gui Xuanqing feel like he was floating.

"Okay, that's it for today's training. You each pick up your own arrows, then clean the crossbow and take good care of it."

"clear!"

These people started to get busy.

Zhao Ya looked at them and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Just two days ago, these people had never been exposed to long-range shooting, but now they were forced to become shooters and could enter brutal battles at any time.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, these mechanical crossbows seized from the killers in the Farewell Building are very precious, and their lethality is even greater.

This is really a big waste if not utilized.

But there are no surprises here.

For example, Gui Xuanqing.

This descendant of the Gui family, who had joined Canglong Temple with Zhao Ya, had mediocre talent in martial arts, and was even more inconspicuous among the many disciples.

But after being exposed to shooting, the talent he showed made Zhao Ya pay attention.

It's not that he was very accurate right from the start, but because the arrows he shot were very small.

This proves that his movements are very consistent.

Don't underestimate this, because I don't know how many people have practiced hard for many years but may not be able to reach this level.

It seems that there are really no ordinary people, only people who have not found a suitable field for them.

Zhao Ya turned around and left the woods, returning to Canglong Temple.

Canglong Temple was also busy at this time, and many people were busy preparing for the upcoming war.

Zhao Ya returned to his small courtyard, washed up a little, then sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

Although there were many battles during this period, Zhao Ya's cultivation did not fall behind at all.

His meridians have been opened to the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian, and he has refined three acupoints: Jiquan, Qingling, and Shaohai.

This meridian was chosen simply because it requires the fewest acupuncture points and is relatively easy to open.

Nowadays, every improvement in strength is crucial, so being able to open up a meridian is one.

Moreover, Zhao Ya discovered that the true power of Swallowing Star and the true power of Canglong were now more closely connected.

Although they are not fused together, they have an extremely tacit understanding of each other.

Once one of them is activated, the other will follow suit.

For example, now break through the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian.

Canglong's real power charged forward, and Swallowing Star's real power was refined later. The tacit cooperation between the two greatly accelerated Zhao Ya's process of opening his veins.

Soon, the four acupoints of Lingdao, Tongli, Yinqie, and Shenmen were opened and refined again, leaving only the two acupoints Shaofu and Shaochong.

At this time, the real power has already shown the trend of decline, and it stands to reason that it is time to call it a day.

But in order to increase his strength, Zhao Ya decided to open up the remaining two acupuncture points today.

So he took a deep breath, while regulating his energy and blood, he directed his true power towards the Shaofu point with his mind.

After a slight obstacle, the Shaofu point was easily broken through, but now he also came to the real test.

Because the last acupuncture point of each meridian is the most difficult to break through.

Zhao Ya had been prepared for this, so he was not in a hurry. Instead, he charged a few times tentatively with Canglong's true power, and then suddenly switched to the swallowing star's true power, and suddenly rushed forward.

The Shaochong acupuncture point struggled for a moment and finally broke open.

Zhao Ya was shocked and slowly let out a breath of turbid air.

The Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian was successfully developed.