In fact, his ascension in martial arts is also a way, and he is the only one who can cultivate himself from the Kaihuang era to the present.

And before the Kaihuang era, there was never such an existence as him.

As a martial arts master, Lao Beng devotes all his energy to martial arts, and he doesn’t understand anything else. It is precisely because he is focused on himself that he is called the Martial Arts Emperor!

Throughout history, the best martial arts person!

If he had been free from thinking like Qin Mu and liked to do things, he would not have achieved what he has done today.

Focus is the key to his success.

Having said that, Qin Mu had created twenty-six seventh divine treasures, which still hit him hard.

Before Qin Mu created the twenty-six seventh divine treasures, Xu Shenghua had already created the Jianmu Innate Divine Bridge. That kind of achievement was amazing. A Jianmu connected the heaven and earth, connecting all the divine treasures into one.

What's even more terrifying is that Jianmu's innate divine bridge made his martial arts a lot easier, allowing Hu Bugui to ascend from Jianmu and cross the void to ascend to the Heavenly Palace.

Although the old farmer was stubborn, he had long been convinced by Qin Mu and Xu Shenghua's attacks, but now it is just a double blow.

"The most hates these smart people. They always say that I am stupid, I have not worked hard, and I have not learned. I just thought about it and then came up with twenty-six ways to solve the problem. These bad guys want to write me smarter than you on their faces and wait for you to praise him!"

He was hit hard in his early years, and the woodcutter, scholar, and fisherman were each smarter than him, making him feel that he was the stupidest of the four.

This blow, accompanied by the 20,000 years of Kaihuang era, made him full of complaints.

The old farmer tried his best to look kind and said warmly: "There are twenty-six solutions, so why do you want to destroy the other side of the gods?"

Qin Mu smiled and said, "I just deduced these twenty-six methods, and have not tried them one by one. After a round of experiments, I will pick out the simplest kind to the master. The master can teach them to the warriors in the bullfighting world and solve the problem of not having the divine bridge."

“Pick out the simplest one…”

The old farmer felt that his kind eyebrows and eyes might be distorted and become ferocious at any time. He hurriedly stabilized and smiled and said, "You keep the divine treasure on the other side, don't destroy it. Then open the second divine treasure. Keep them, you can also have more magic power."

Qin Mu was stunned and praised, "Mr. Master is indeed extremely intelligent and deserves to be the Emperor of Martial Arts. I didn't think of this way!"

The old farmer was a little proud and thought to himself: "These smart people are often prone to being stubborn."

"But so many gods are stuck in the body, which is very upset."

Qin Mu thought for a while and said, "I think some divine treasures may not be needed. If there are extra ones, it is a burden... Master, wait a moment, I need to calculate first to see if so many divine treasures can be accommodated in my body!"

The old farmer jumped his eyebrows, and with a nod, he saw Qin Mu point his hands outward, and build a human body numerical model and a Shenzang numerical model. Then he snapped his fingers gently, and the Shenzang swelled one after another.

Qin Mu walked in the Shenzang and observed carefully. Suddenly, another mass of energy flew out and turned into a heavenly palace, with the South Heaven Gate standing tall.

Qin Mu transformed his vital energy into twenty-six forms of divine treasures, one by one, trying to accommodate these divine treasures under the South Heaven Gate.

The old farmer looked carefully and found that he couldn't understand it. He snorted and said to himself: "Show off his skills!"

Six or seven days later, Qin Mu ordered someone to invite him again, but the old farmer still punched him and left.

Lao Niu stopped him and asked, "Why don't you live here? Why don't you run around?"

The old farmer snorted coldly: "It's not so good to live here. I'm hit by smart people every day. I'd rather run one by one. The wood chopper comes, and I'll leave first!"

I heard the voice of the woodcutter saint coming from afar and said with a smile: "Farmer, who is you hit by every day?"

The old farmer clenched his fists and looked bad.
Chapter completed!