Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 117 116. One move is enough (4000)

"First, everyone must have known that Taixu Palace uses the entire Yuntianyu as the testing ground."

"But obviously, if we and other monks fight here unscrupulously, we will definitely lose our lives."

Hu Chunsheng said unhurriedly.

"Therefore, most of the trial places are several mysterious secret places, which will appear together tomorrow."

Someone couldn't help but ask.

"Then if you can't find the secret place, don't you even have the qualifications to participate in the competition?"

"Don't worry, apart from the hidden secrets, Taixu Palace will also take the initiative to disclose some locations for monks to participate in."

"But the difficulty of such a place..."

Hu Chunsheng didn't say it clearly, but everyone knew it well.

In any open trial site, countless people will definitely pour into it.

Like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge, the competition is extremely intense.

"Is there no other way?"

Someone asked reluctantly

"Of course, this is related to the second point I want to say."

Hu Chunsheng smiled lightly.

"Recently, you must have heard about the deeds of that Rakshasa ghost face."

"If you can solve the strange things that happened in Yuntianyu like him, it is also a way to pass the test."

"As for the piece of jade he got from the statue, I'm afraid... it's the proof of Taixu Palace."

As soon as this remark came out, the quiet venue quickly became restless.

Many people's eyes flickered, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

It may be more convenient to snatch it directly from others than trying to solve such incidents.

An Le's expression was calm.

During the deduction, he learned this information in advance.

An Le even knew that he was not the only one who had obtained the Jade Cauldron fragments right now!
"That's all I have to say."

Hu Chunsheng cupped his hands: "I also hope that everyone will be victorious and have prosperous martial arts tomorrow!"

After speaking, all kinds of delicacies and drinks were served.

The banquet officially started.

The casual cultivators toasted and exchanged cups, changing cups.

The atmosphere quickly became lively.

An Le also ate and drank, occasionally chatted with the people around him, and quietly observed the casual cultivators in the courtyard.

His movements were relatively elegant, but his eating speed was not slow at all. In the blink of an eye, there was only a plate of bones left in a roast chicken.

Zhang Lang was amazed.

During the banquet, there were also a few people who performed particularly well.

Among them, the most conspicuous one is Xiong Batian, who has thick hair and a tall figure like a big black bear.

He was hugging a well-built monk and grinning.

"Hey, brother, come and compare your strength with the old bear!"

The man was a little drunk, his eyes were bright: "Okay!"

"I've long heard that Brother Xiong's physique is amazing. Although I know I'm invincible, I want to experience it for myself."

As the saying goes, proper fitness attracts the opposite sex.

Excessive fitness attracts the same sex.

For body-refining monks, a body like Xiong Batian's can be called "charismatic."

Of course, he did not have the idea of ​​stepping on Xiong Batian to become famous in one fell swoop.

The two came to the courtyard, sat on the stone benches on both sides of a stone table, and wrestled in a rather primitive way - arm wrestling.

After all, this is just a friendly discussion.

Many casual cultivators also came to join in the fun and watched.

The ending was no surprise.

The body-refining cultivator tried his best, but he couldn't shake Xiong Batian's steel-like wrist.

"Brother, at your age, you have already practiced well."

Xiong Batian didn't make things difficult, but said it sincerely.

"It's just a little lack of energy."

"We body refiners, it's better to be more restrained."

The man blushed, cupped his hands, and then backed away.

With him making a start, many physical trainings are eager to try, even Jiang Yulan is the same.

An Le narrowed his eyes slightly, but remained calm.

This is fishing!

In the entire Yuntianyu, there are not many monks who are stronger than Xiong Batian.

If the ghost-masked man came here and tried to compete with him, he would be hooked.

However, Xiongbatianyu didn't catch it, but it provoked a discordant voice.

"Fellow Daoist Xiong, long time no see, recently... But are you here all right?"

A gloomy voice came.

A figure in a black robe slowly walked out of a corner of the small courtyard, exuding an eerie aura.

He was wearing a hood so he couldn't see his face clearly.

The faces of the guests next to him changed slightly, and they retreated one after another.

"Puppet Taoist, why is it him?"

Zhang Lang's face was not very good-looking.

An Le raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously, "Does Fellow Daoist Zhang recognize him?"

In the deduction, he left first after inquiring about the news, so he didn't know what happened after the banquet.

"This person is a demon cultivator from the same domain as me. He uses living people to refine puppets, and his methods are very strange."

"I had a short fight with him, and the result..."

Zhang Lang's tone was filled with hatred, and it was obvious that there had been hatred for a long time.

"Unexpectedly, he also came!"

An Le fixed his eyes, and behind the puppet Taoist, there was another figure in a black robe.

Its body is slightly petite, but its aura is far stronger than the body of the Taoist puppet.

Like a living person, but also like a ghost, very weird.

"Puppet master?"

It was the first time An Le saw a person who practiced this kind of evil Taoism, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

And Xiao Xiaohong beside him obviously showed some curiosity.

"Puppet Taoist, what do you want to do?"

Xiong Batian stood up, his joints creaking, and said in a rough voice.

"Don't you like to compare strength?"

"Why don't you try it out with this masterpiece of mine?"

The puppet was hoarse and looked around.

"Of course, fellow daoists can come and give it a try."

"No matter what method you use, as long as you can make it take three steps back with one blow, it's considered a victory for you."

After finishing speaking, the Taoist puppet took out a storage bag and threw it on the table.

"I have here a treasure worth ten high-grade spirit stones, as a prize."

"Whoever wins me, just take it."

The crowd was slightly restless.

They still can't see that this puppet Taoist wants to take the opportunity of this banquet to show himself in front of people and make his name in one fell swoop.

Fame is something that some people disdain, while others flock to it.

Obviously, the puppet belongs to the latter.

"You are so brave!"

Anger appeared in Xiong Batian's eyes, his muscles swelled, and he was about to step forward and teach this person a lesson.

But Hu Chunsheng's voice transmission sounded in his ear.

"That man is weird, calm down."

White gas came out of his nose, but he still let out a muffled snort and stood still for the time being.

Then, Hu Chunsheng looked at the Taoist puppet and said with a chuckle.

"It seems that this fellow Taoist is not very friendly..."

"In this case, I will also add some extras."

"If anyone makes this puppet take three steps back, I still have an exclusive information to share."

Hearing this, everyone became more and more excited, and immediately a casual cultivator spoke.

"Okay! Let me meet you!"

He was the cultivator who was training the body just now.

The man's muscles bulged, his blood surged, and he punched out.

Boom!
The puppet in the black robe remained motionless, but the man's face turned red and his arms trembled.

Was seriously injured by the shock force.

Without saying a word, he retreated silently.

The puppet said with a sinister smile, "Next."

******
Another five casual cultivators made moves one after another, but all of them returned without success.

Whether it was a spell or a flying sword, when it fell on the puppet, it seemed as if nothing had disappeared and there was no response.

Some people even used the secret technique of exorcising evil spirits, but the effect was still not good.

Although this puppet possesses evil characteristics, it is not completely evil.

"Hehehe, does anyone else want to try?"

By this time, the puppet Taoist's laughter became more and more rampant.

"It turns out that the so-called gathering of talents is nothing more than that!"

At this moment, a monk in green robe snorted coldly.

"Hmph, you monster, how dare you speak nonsense!"

His beard and hair stood on end, his breath spread out, and he was actually in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

In the current mansion, he is definitely not a weak hand.

Someone recognized the monk.

"It's Thunderbolt!"

"I'll see how this demon cultivator can resist!"

Many are in high spirits and with hope.

Jingleizi chanted the mantra, and his spiritual power quickly gathered.

Then, a cloud of purple thunder fell, bursting out with astonishing power.

boom!
"Uh ah ah!"

Screams sounded.

But it actually came from Jingleizi who chanted the mantra.

I saw thunder snakes wrapped around his body, his Taoist robe was torn, and his skin was scorched black.

The appearance is miserable.

It was as if he had been hit by his own spell.

Looking at the field again, in the scorched black ground, a white-haired figure was standing firmly in the deep pit after the lightning strike.

Her position was only one step behind before.

This is a girl with white hair.

His eyes were empty, his complexion was pale, without the slightest trace of blood.

The collarbone, ribs, and even the thighs and arms were pierced by iron rods as thick as three fingers.

The skin is stitched and patched everywhere, and it looks extremely tragic.

Although there are traces of lightning strikes on the body surface, it is quickly repairing itself.

For a while, the audience was silent.

"what have you done?"

Jing Leizi's companion asked aloud.

"Heh, you should have seen it too, my puppet and I didn't do anything."

The puppet pretended to be sorry.

"Thinking about it, it's because this fellow daoist lost control of his spells and hurt himself, right?"

Many people looked ugly.

They saw that this human puppet was extremely strange, not only invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, but also able to counter spells!
"This is a hundred-refined female puppet. It takes a hundred young girls to refine it for a hundred days and melt it into one to have such an effect."

"It's so cruel?"

Many people have the idea of ​​retreating and are not prepared to provoke this kind of magic cultivator.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd cursed.

"You are a beast that is not as good as pigs and dogs!"

"Ok?"

The puppet's tone suddenly changed, becoming extremely dangerous.

"I don't know which Taoist friend it is, why don't you come out and talk about it?"

He took off his hood, revealing an ugly face, as if it had been burned by fire, and there were strange abscesses.

The only remaining one eye swept towards the direction of the sound.

The casual cultivators who were seen by the puppet Taoist were all terrified, and subconsciously looked away, not daring to look at him.

to the end.

The puppet Taoist saw a group of three people in the corner.

The slender Zhang Lang stared at the Taoist puppet with a faint aura.

Jiang Yulan subconsciously dodged her gaze, but quickly stood still with a firm expression on her face.

And what the puppet Taoist cares most about is the young man who looks like a scholar.

His expression was indifferent, his aura was not strong, but he revealed an indescribable temperament.

Zhang Lang was about to admit it, but he heard An Le say.

"it's me."

"Friend Lu Dao..."

Before Zhang Lang could speak, An Le stood up and looked at the puppet Taoist.

"Old bastard, it's you I'm scolding!"

His tone is gentle and polite, but his voice is powerful.

Many casual cultivators were shocked when they heard it.

How dare you insult the puppet Taoist face to face!

Is this person dying?
Even during the banquet, the puppet Taoist did not dare to kill, but after leaving this place, there is only one dead end!

"Who is he?"

"It seems that the name is Lu Bin, and he has an alias of Jade-faced Scholar. He is good at magic. It is a six-veined sword created by himself, but the state is only in the early stage of foundation establishment."

Some casual cultivators discussed in a low voice.

at the same time.

The puppet man's face was hideously distorted.

"Okay! It's been a long time since anyone dared to say that to me."

"I think your physical body is good, so I will use it to be my next puppet!"

He said faintly: "Don't worry, I will be very gentle."

Many people shuddered.

"Fellow Daoist Hu, does the condition you mentioned earlier still count?"

An Le's face remained unchanged, and she asked loudly.

Hu Chunsheng was taken aback for a moment, but immediately said, "Of course it counts."

"I didn't expect you to die in such a hurry."

Hearing this, the puppet Taoist laughed sinisterly.

"To deal with people like you, one move is enough."

Anle said coldly.

The onlookers were even more surprised.

Could it be that this person really has hidden means?

An Le flew in the air and came to the center of the small courtyard.

As soon as his breath in the early stage of foundation building was revealed, the casual cultivators felt disappointed and regretful.

In this realm, it is impossible to be the opponent of the puppet Taoist.

In their view, An Le is nothing more than showing off his quick tongue before dying.

"This man is a real man!"

"Old Bear, I like him."

Not far away, Xiong Batian said in a low voice.

Hu Chunsheng, who was beside him, also had a look of regret in his eyes: "He is indeed a good person, but unfortunately, his realm is too low..."

******
At this time.

An Le has walked to the side of the white-haired puppet.

The puppet Taoist couldn't take his eyes off, and his spiritual consciousness was locked on the other party.

My mind is full of twisted thoughts.

He even thought about what to do after killing An Le.

But for no reason, Taoist puppet had an ominous premonition in his heart.

In the middle of the field, An Le gently raised his hand, and then it landed on the white-haired girl's head.

The white-haired man did not move.

He turned around and left.

"Ugh……"

The bystanders gave up, thinking that the jade-faced scholar didn't even dare to try, and gave up resistance directly.

The admiration that was born just now is gone.

An Le didn't speak.

He just picked up the storage bag on the table and walked towards Hu Chunsheng.

Hu Chunsheng's heart was beating wildly, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and said.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, please follow me."

Until the backs of the two disappeared, the casual cultivators in the courtyard were puzzled.

What does it mean?
They looked at the puppet Taoist in the courtyard again, and found that he was frozen in place, motionless.

Available in the next moment.

"puff!"

The Taoist puppet spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath weakened a lot.

He roared in disbelief.

"how is this possible!"

"You... you... are you..."

Click!

click... click...

Just two breaths.

In people's eyes, the puppet, which was originally indestructible, began to collapse like snowflakes, and finally turned into a pool of rotten pieces of meat.

In the courtyard of the mansion.

It fell into deathly silence again.

　Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)