Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Ambiguous!If you meet that kind of person, it's not an exaggeration to kill him directly. "

Helang took the porcelain vase, and hearing her casual tone, it was a little hard to accept, "Kill...?" Could it be that the same school and the same teacher also wanted to fight and kill like this?No one to restrain and no one to discipline?

Ge Rulan nodded, with an air of teaching, "The devil's religion is such a law of the jungle, but it's completely different from your Baidao way. Boy, you still have a lot to learn. The first step is to put your meek If you change your temper, it will be a pain in the ass to ask you to fight, it's so annoying!"

Helang knew that she was doing it for his own good, so he didn't get angry, and blinked at her: "Sister Rulan, don't tell each of you for nothing, now I'm a member of the devil's way."

Ge Rulan was taken aback, narrowed her eyes, and said with a smile, "Tch—this mouth can really speak."

Along the way, Ge Rulan took good care of Helang a lot, which made Helang curious why she would treat him so well for no reason.

But Ge Rulan's answer was also simple and relaxed, "Because you look good."

After staying for just a few days, it is indeed not difficult to find that most of the demon sects are people with facial damage and physical disabilities, and there are also some rough men and people full of evil spirits mixed together.

So Helang is here, the most pleasing existence, white and clean, Yushu Lanzhi, no wonder women like it when they see it.

Therefore, she also loves to get along with him, and will come to pester him when she has nothing to do, and play tricks on him as a tool for entertainment.

Helang has a good temper. Although he can occasionally hear her sarcastic remarks, he is gentle in front of her, and he also likes to hear her talk about things in the Demon Cult.

He found that in this Hunyuan, there are people who are not bad at heart like Ge Rulan, and there are people who are really vicious. This uneven level seems to have no standard for joining the religion.

After hearing this, Ge Rulan answered slowly.

"How can there be any standard? It's just some... abandoned people."

Her voice suddenly became very soft, and Zhang Yang's eyes dimmed slightly for a moment.

"What about the priest?"

Will the high position and weight, the leader of a religion, be abandoned?

Helang asked this question abruptly, and Ge Rulan also suddenly fell silent, glanced at him, and left quietly.

The author has something to say: Is the new world acceptable... orz doesn't know what the fathers think, there are still two chapters to come out for Xiao Gong.

☆, practice martial arts

Ever since he was picked on once, Helang kept in mind the rules of survival that Ge Rulan told him, knowing that such things would never happen again, so he resigned himself to his fate and began to practice martial arts.

He went to Zangshu Pavilion, rummaged through some introductory methods, and began to learn in a daze.

When he was lucky, he could feel the true energy brewing from the dantian, gushing out, and then following the exercises he practiced, moving upward along the back piece by piece.

When he performs the correct moves, there will be true energy rising from the tailbone, and the area will be large, which is a sign of sufficient true energy.

In martial arts, the most time-consuming thing is internal strength. The good news is that this body is deeply cultivated and restrained, and there is a full sixty years of skill waiting for him to discover. out of practice.

Helang thought deeply about the reason. He didn't have much memory left, but he felt that his life experience should be good, so he could afford to use panacea such as Huayuan Pill to increase his internal strength.

He shook his head and didn't think about it anymore. He was in a demon sect, and finding his life experience was not his main task.

Luckily again, every move that his body had memorized flashed through his mind.

Although it was fleeting, it seemed that he had found some feeling. He would use some palms and punches for each other, but this was not his forte.

Guatu spoke in a timely manner: "Host, how about your imaginary swordsmanship~"

This reminded him that since the Ge family siblings all said that he was famous for his swordsmanship, then he should focus on his sword and not on boxing skills.

Thinking of this, Helang took out the long sword he had been carrying.

Running around these days, he has never looked at this sword properly.

The scabbard is exquisitely made, it looks simple, but it is inlaid with a gemstone, and the edge of the sheath is also inlaid with rare metals. The light is exposed, so sharp that it breaks at the blow of a hair.

He Lang was in awe, he spread his five fingers seriously, and carefully grasped the hilt of the sword. After weighing it, he found that it was quite heavy.

A lot of memories belonging to this sword surged up from the junction of the human sword. Helang stood up, raised the sword and swung it in the air a few times, and found that the sword became lighter and lighter. heavy.

The sound of breaking the wind came, it was indeed a rare sword.

Helang knew that it would be difficult for him to improve his strength quickly in a short period of time, so he asked Guatu what else he could do.

"Since you asked the question sincerely, then Bentu will open his mouth mercifully—"

"..." Meeting Helang's gaze, Guatu immediately shrank into a ball of fur and finished speaking quickly.

"Ge Wenjing has a real martial arts sword energy, which is a perfect match with your Void Spirit Sword. If you can learn all the sword skills, you can be a big one!"

"Sure enough, the news is great." Helang nodded in satisfaction, and brushed a handful of rabbit fur along the way.

Apart from eating melons, Melon Rabbit wanders around in this teaching every day, and when he comes back, he will bring a lot of news. Although most of them are gossip, this one is quite useful so far.

Ge Wenjing is Ge Rulan's younger brother. They met each other when they first met, but he was taciturn and seemed to be a martial idiot. Apart from seeing him every day in the martial arts field, He Lang had no contact with him.

How can such a person who has never had any friendship give him the precious sword energy of true martial arts? Helang hesitated for a long time, but it seemed that he still had to ask Ge Rulan.

Ge Rulan took a look at him, and suddenly nodded with a satisfied expression, as if he finally helped the sword energy find its owner.

"The real martial arts sword energy was accidentally received by the second brother when he went to the sword mound, but the non-sword he cultivated was useless, so it has been collected for many years."

Hearing what she said, Helang felt that there was still hope.

But this true martial arts sword energy is still not in her hands, so she had no choice but to suggest to Helang, "My second brother has always wanted to find an opponent to compete with, try his new boxing skills... Maybe he will be happy, and he will give it away .”

Compete?Helang looked distressed, Ge Wenjing has been proficient in martial arts for many years, he feared that he would not be able to pass a few rounds under his hands at this time, so he shook his head and said: "I am afraid that he will not be able to compete with Hall Master Ge."

Ge Rulan frowned slightly, pulled her wrist to check her veins, and nodded affirmatively, "I tried it, you have deep internal energy and good strength, but why are you always timid?"

It's a long story, and Helang couldn't explain it one by one, so he turned around with a miserable look, and lamented, "Oh, when I was hunted down, I encountered a mutation, so..."

If there is a sudden change, it should affect the cultivation, not the moves. Although Ge Rulan felt strange, she still didn't ask, maybe she had her own thoughts.

"Anyway, my second brother is not as easy to get along with as I am. If you don't want to..." Ge Rulan paused, and didn't continue. , he couldn't put her in a dilemma, so Helang had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

Ge Rulan gave him a meaningful look, tapped his forehead, and asked him to go directly to the training ground to report the next day.

Ge Wenjing had also listened to his sister's explanation to him a long time ago, and silently led him to the center of the training ground, and when Helang was still confused, he was caught off guard and attacked him.

Fortunately, Helang reacted quickly and retreated abruptly. Even so, he was still brushed against his shoulder by the palm wind, causing a dull pain.

"Hall Master—"

Helang's call didn't stop Ge Wenjing, he put up his posture and started to attack, he shouted softly, "Try my five yin palms!"

This move seems to be random, but it is extremely neat, and the movement is not too fast, it can be seen that he has kept his hands.

Helang was accidentally hit on the right shoulder, and he quickly used a burst of stellar energy to protect his body. The place where he was hit by the five yin palms was really chilling, making his arms weak.

He couldn't find the time to attack, so he had to retreat and defend all the time, and his footwork was a little messy.

When his right shoulder was hit for the second time, Helang had an epiphany in pain. It turned out that Ge Wenjing's offensive moves had rules. If he avoided it, he would be hit on both sides of his body.

Observing Ge Wenjing's movements, Helang found some patterns, murmured words, seemed to be counting his direction and punches, and finally sideways avoided the next palm strike.

Ge Wenjing stopped and nodded to him.

Helang wiped his sweat and covered his bruised shoulders, thinking that this would be the end of it, but Ge Wenjing started to play grappling, one claw was about to go towards his front, Helang learned what he had learned, and bent over to avoid it. , and clapped a palm beside him.

The strength of this palm is not great, but it combines the purest qi in the body, and the effect is considerable.

Ge Wenjing had been playing with him like a cat playing with a mouse in the applause for a long time, so he couldn't help but relax his guard, and it was unexpected that it happened so suddenly at this time.

He was hit by this palm wind, he let out a muffled grunt, and approached him suddenly, grabbing Helang's arm, and found that his arm was soft and not as strong as a man practicing martial arts, his cheeks became hot for some reason, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly , using force with his hand, one hand threw him to the ground, and shouted: "Why are you as weak as a literati who reads and writes?!"

Helang lay on the ground and stood up awkwardly, already out of breath, rubbing his chest to relieve the pain.

He is a literati, it is not easy to change immediately, so he can only work harder on martial arts.

Looking up, it was already dark, and the color of twilight shrouded the sky.

Ge Wenjing punched the wooden dummy a few more times, and took off the soft cloth wrapped around his arm, apparently intending to end it.

It's just that before he left, he left a meaningful sentence to Helang, "My sister is really good to you, don't let her down."

Helang didn't understand what he meant at first, thinking that he would have to live the days of being beaten every day, but gradually he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was not as simple as being beaten in Ge Wenjing's hands.

On the first day, Helang found it difficult to get out of bed, and there was a dull pain in the place where Ge Wenjing hit him.

Although his body suffered a lot of blows and pains, the true qi and internal strength in his body helped him relieve a lot of strength, and his resistance to pressure was also enhanced invisibly.

Ge Wenjing said that he was using him as a wooden dummy for practice, but he also scolded him from time to time, telling him how to perform this move and where to hit with a punch or a kick to cause the greatest damage.

After half a month, he also let Heron use his sword and told him how to use the sword to deal with these moves, just like teaching him martial arts.

Ge Wenjing was indeed unbelievably stern. One time, He Lang was negligent because he was holding a sword unsteadily, and one of his ribs was broken, which left a deep impression on him, and his daily goal was changed to Ge Wenjing survive.

Martial arts is not accomplished in a day, but it has to be said that He Lang has to withstand Ge Wenjing's abuse of himself as a target, and also has to avoid some disciples who are looking for trouble, and he has made rapid progress under the pressure of many parties.

Knowing that Ge Wenjing would teach him intentionally or unintentionally, perhaps it was Ge Rulan's arrangement, He Lang was also very grateful to her.

Hearing his thanks, Ge Rulan just snorted and nodded knowingly, "Second brother treats you so well—I thought you would be stripped of your arms and legs and unable to come out in less than half a month."

She satirized as usual and then smiled softly, "But you can see that our sister and brother have the intention to be kind to you, so you are still smart."

Helang had nothing to repay, so he had to thank him again.

Ge Rulan accepted his thanks, and said complacently, "How is it? My sister is the kindest person in the Demon Cult, right?"

Helang suddenly remembered how she had chopped up a boorish man who was more contemptuous of her last time, and he was horrified at the moment, and nodded as before, still poking his neck.

Seeing that the rabbit brought by Helang was cute, she stretched out her slender fingers to pinch its small cheek, "But since you were brought back by our siblings, you don't need to be under any pressure. Why, try your best to teach me... I also see that you have some foundation, such a deep internal force would not be a pity, otherwise I would not bother with you, just throw it into the snake pond for refining poison and finish it all!"

Her eyes were as seductive as silk, but there was a hint of sinisterness in her eyes. It really didn't look like she was joking. If the relationship between the two was not familiar, Helang would really be sweating for himself. He thought about it and told Ge Rulan , he still likes to be kind to people.

Ge Rulan seemed to have heard some joke, she opened her bright red lips slightly, and chuckled twice, "But you have to remember, in the Demon Cult, kindness is a sin—you are kind to others, but it doesn't mean that others will be kind to you .Forget it. I told you so much. You will suffer a lot later, and you will remember it, just like the time you broke your ribs last time."

Accompanied by her giggling and mocking, Helang smiled faintly, and had no choice but to nod.

The author has something to say: the first few chapters are still Lang Lang’s process of adapting to this world... Xiaogong will appear soon www

Today is Er’s 17th birthday=3=I originally wanted to add a lucky draw or something to celebrate, but I’ve been lazy recently, and the future is long, let’s talk about it later.

☆, ghost doctor

He also stayed in the Hunyuan Demon Sect for a while, and the day of martial arts passed without realizing it, but Helang was still far away from his task object.

And there is a strict hierarchy in the religion, from the leader to the protector, the hall master to the disciple, he is only at the bottom.

He asked melancholy, "When can I get a glimpse of the leader's face?"

Sure enough, Ge Rulan showed contempt on her face, "Tch, the leader can only be seen by you, a lowly disciple!"

She then bragged about how their leader was unrivaled in martial arts and invincible.

Helang wished she would say more about the leader, but it seemed that she had been in the religion for many years and rarely saw the leader, so he seemed even more mysterious.

"That was many years ago. The leader had not yet become the leader at that time. Many sects with mixed fish and dragons fell in love with the secret treasures in the church and the Hunyuan demon body of the leader. Practicing Chi Dao will take care of those little things outside of the sect." Ge Rulan said proudly.

Just hearing the word "resolve", Helang's heart sank, and he asked, "Kill...?"

He had thought a long time ago that since the object of the task is already the leader of a sect, he must have achieved great success in martial arts, but that is not called achievement and fame, it can only be regarded as notorious... A vicious bloodthirsty demon in the world, How is he going to make him famous?

Helang only felt terrible, if he really killed so many people, how serious the crime would be, how can he change the image for him?

"What? Do you think it's cruel?" Ge Rulan glanced at him, seeing that he looked shocked, she didn't intend to tell him the truth, but just defended herself according to her own reasoning.

"Those people of the white way keep using protection as an excuse. Why don't they covet the interests of others and hurt us?! They have their reasons for protection, and the leader also has his way of protection."

After finishing speaking, Ge Rulan shook her sleeves and muttered to herself, "No one would want to be that villain for no reason..."

Helang thought of the abandoned person she once said, and felt heavy for a moment, trying to make his tone brighter, "Because the leader is so heroic, I want to see the world, see his face, follow around, and serve him .”

She looked at the man in front of her suspiciously for a moment, and seeing that he did not seem to be lying, she paused, and said in a deep thought: "But my sister can tell you... At this time, there is a vacancy for the right guardian."

Helang opened his eyes slightly, willing to hear the details.

She led Helang out of the door, looked towards a ring not far from the martial arts training ground, and told him, "Martial arts are the most respected in the teaching. There are several ring competitions in a year, and elites are selected from them to hold important positions in the teaching. At the beginning of the first group arena, those who can still stand in the ring after three months can become candidates, and the leader will also take a look."

Helang looked in the direction she said, although he couldn't see it clearly, he saw that the competition on the ring was fierce. shoot.

In this short duel, another person died. Ge Rulan has long been used to it, and raised her chin at him: "The arena here is no different from that of the people of the Baidao, so let's go to the end. There are many drunken martial artists in our Demon Cult Xue, martial idiots who practice magic skills, they will never leave a trace of survival! No one will stop those who are killed or injured in the arena, like this, are you scary?"

Helang shook his head, still determined to go his own way.

This is currently the only opportunity for him to contact the leader. If his mission cannot be completed, he will have to reincarnate in this world... To be honest, he has no need to be afraid of death.

Ge Rulan saw that he was too stubborn, and her good intentions to dissuade him failed, so she ignored him, looked at his slender body, and smiled slightly, "Okay, how long have you been here with the Devil's Cult?"

The guardians around the leader must be people with high martial arts skills, and because they are close to the leader, and there are established rules, they must be trustworthy people who have been in the religion for many years.

From this point of view, his chances of success are slim to none.

Helang didn't care, just smiled and said, "This is a convention, there is no express regulation."

Ge Rulan narrowed her eyes, twisted his ears, the sharp nails scratched Helang's ears, and she repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Go and die!"

Although she only left this ruthless sentence before leaving, when Helang came to the training ground the next day, Ge Wenjing didn't come up and fight like before.

Without saying a word, he picked up Helang's sword, infused him with the true sword energy, and then threw the sword back to him.

"I heard my sister tell you about you... Well, you are very brave. Let's wait and see."

After all, he has only been a teacher for a few months, and he has this ambition. Although he is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, he still has the courage that none of them have.

"This kind of kindness can't be repaid." Helang took the sword, still a little unresponsive, quickly thanked him, and smiled at him.

Ge Wenjing clenched his fist against his lips and coughed a few times, then nodded, "It's indeed a loss—but you're quite resistant to fighting. Over the past month, I've figured out a lot of ways to play with my newly practiced Wuyin Palm."

This real martial arts sword qi is extremely rare, and it contains a strong air path, which is a perfect match for a sword with flexible aura like the Void Spirit Sword. When it was attached to the blade, the Void Spirit Sword began to buzz , the shock made Helang's tiger's mouth ache, and it was so lively that it seemed to jump up at any time and dance the sword.

In order not to be controlled by the Void Spirit Sword, Helang took a deep breath, channeled the zhenqi that he had already mastered skillfully, rose from the lower abdomen, passed through the chest, the veins of the arms rushed to the wrists, raised the sword and made a move Practicing one form at a time, the final movements are getting faster and faster, with ease, it doesn't seem like he is moving, but the sword is leading him to move.

This sword energy is full of strength, like a naughty child, if he doesn't control it properly, the sword will vibrate and rush straight to the sky, ready to take him to ride the clouds at any time.

Ge Wenjing's spirits were lifted by seeing it, and he immediately wanted to confront him on this.

Helang, who was already in mid-air, focused his attention, and with all his strength, he drew the tip of the sword in an arc, facing Ge Wenjing, and easily dispelled the palm waves he slapped.

Armed with powerful weapons, Heron finally learned to attack instead of dodging all the time.

His confidence has greatly increased, and he has practiced swordsmanship now. Even some difficult movements, the sword energy makes him do them smoothly and naturally, and Ge Wenjing is forced to retreat step by step with every move.

Looking at the young man in front of him, grasping his sword and flying like clouds and flowing water, with a magnificent appearance, Ge Wenjing weighed a scimitar in his hand with a half-smile and blocked his sword.

When the weapons met, there was a crisp collision sound, and Helang also retreated slightly, and landed firmly on the ground, thanking Ge Wenjing for his teaching.

This arena lasts for three months, and there will be a battle every day. The leader has to stand on the stage on the last day in order to get the chance to meet the leader.

Now that the competition has been going on for more than a month, He Lang plans to fight against the champion of the day in the final battle, and take advantage of this time to improve his martial arts.

Ever since he got the true martial arts sword energy, He Lang had tasted the feeling that he was no longer powerless to fight back, his confidence increased greatly, and he began to enter the state of being obsessed with martial arts.

He is aware of his strengths and weaknesses, and he also knows that his weaknesses cannot reach an excellent level in a short period of time, so he can only seek breakthroughs in his swordsmanship, holding that attack is the best defense, and began to look for how to make him stand in the same place. The way to maximize the lethality within the move.

There are many seniors in the Devil's Cult, and he has tried to ask for advice modestly, but none of them are as easy to get along with as Ge Rulan, not to mention their bad temper, they will fight him even if they disagree.

His progress was ridiculed by disciples of the same rank, who said that since he came, he relied on Hall Master Ge and Mo Ji to gain a foothold, and even wanted to hug the thigh of the senior. With such a handsome face, he must have no strength. Convinced, it is also necessary to find Helang to discuss.

In this back and forth, He Lang also provoked many people who loved to pester and fight him. Although it made him feel physically and mentally exhausted, he also gained a lot.

Although Ge Rulan said that killing someone who was looking for trouble was fine, but Helang always felt that it was too much, and he usually stopped when he hurt the other party half a point.

He didn't talk to most of the people here, and he didn't know each other every time, and the injuries on his body never stopped.

During the healing process, He Lang often visited a doctor in the church. He seemed to be nameless, but he was called a ghost doctor by others.

The ghost doctor is over half a century old, his hair is black and gray, extremely disheveled, he always likes to talk loudly, but unfortunately no one is willing to listen to it, except Helang.

It was hard to find someone who was willing to listen to him talk about his bravery in the past, and the ghost doctor was willing to heal him while bragging, but seeing that he had suffered many injuries and spent a lot of herbal medicine, he was also a little impatient, and asked Helang Whoever offends, why does this injury not heal every day.

Helang answered vaguely, only saying that he was studying martial arts.

The ghost doctor sighed, and wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but remembered that his shoulder was injured, so he gave up, "Young man, what are you doing so hard for?"

Helang heard concern from him after a long time, and seeing that he was always alone, he couldn't bear it, and he didn't want to deceive him, so he confessed.

When he heard that he wanted to participate in the group arena, the ghost doctor's white eyebrows moved slightly, and he couldn't help but look at him with admiration, "What a boy, you have ambition."

After boasting, the ghost doctor stroked his beard and said, "I think back then, the old man also fought in the ring. At that time, everyone in the audience was a master, but the old man won the applause of the audience without three moves. In the end—"

Helang didn't know whether what he said was true or not, so he just listened with a smile.

The author has something to say: Lao Gong still hasn’t come out == well, just use it as a foreshadowing, don’t dislike slow progress, Helang is working hard to become stronger so as not to be killed by Lao Gong’s palm...he will come out in the next chapter =3=

Thank you for everyone's blessings and the mines of Qi Molu Baby, let me lay down my ears and give it to everyone.

☆, arena

The ghost doctor has a flamboyant temperament, perhaps because of his unsatisfactory middle age, which made him especially fond of talking about his high-spirited period when he was young. After pulling Helang to talk for a long time, he didn't finish his ambition, but instead fell a little melancholy.

Helang's wounds are being healed, and new wounds are added at the same time. He visits the ghost doctor every day, and occasionally encounters him researching some poisonous plants and flowers.

The ghost doctor was studying poison, which he was best at. Seeing Helang coming, he also wanted to show off and teach him something.

"This poison, don't keep thinking about how to detoxify it. What herbs and medicines can be used to detoxify it! Don't be so distressed. You just need to fight poison with poison!"

The ghost doctor said, picking up a handful of poisonous weeds with something else, "Look, this magpie tail is very poisonous, and this bone erosion flower is also very poisonous, but the combination of the two can neutralize it. Nothing happened. Back then, Prince Jing was poisoned by an assassin, old man, with just a little trial, he was healed without any effort—really, within half a cup of tea time!"

Helang found it interesting, so he asked questions frequently.

Seeing that he is quite smart, the ghost doctor's eyes lit up, "By the way, kid, you are going to fight in the group arena, right? This old man can help you."

At first, Helang didn't understand what the ghost doctor meant, but he obediently handed over his sword.

The ghost doctor looked at it carefully, his eyes glistened, he praised it as a good product, and carefully soaked it in the potion.

Helang felt that something was wrong, and quickly asked his intentions.

The ghost doctor held him restlessly, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said triumphantly: "Hey, old man, this is a good thing. After collecting poisons for more than ten years, he developed such a king of poisons—— —”

poison?Helang finally realized that he wanted to add a layer of poison to his sword. He couldn't refuse, but he still had a disturbed conscience and asked him, "Isn't this too vicious and despicable?"

The ghost doctor shrugged disapprovingly, "But we, members of the Demon Cult, are despicable."

This answer was not wrong, Helang was at a loss for words, and after pondering for a long time, he asked him to switch to another poison, at least it would not kill people.

The ghost doctor didn't know if he understood the kindness in his heart, so he only muttered a few words, and then quenched his sword tip with anesthesia and other poisons that restricted people's movements.

A black energy faintly surrounds the treated Void Spirit Sword, intertwined with the real martial arts sword energy, tightly attached to the sword body, and the sword glow shines, even if the ghost doctor has lived half his life, he can't help but praise How rare is this sword.

Helang put away the sword and thanked him repeatedly.

"If you succeed and become a Dharma protector, don't forget the benefits of this old man." The ghost doctor raised his head and laughed.

He said this casually, but he didn't actually take it seriously. He thought it was a good thing that this kid could get out of the ring alive.

He didn't try to dissuade him, but he also knew that the young man was vigorous and ambitious, and he would not give up if he didn't try and say anything. He just shook his head, thinking about how he would trick him to fill up his stuff if he came next time. Medicinal money.

…………

One day before the ring, Helang heard that a strange man who used to poison beat the previous ring master and became the last day's ring master.

Then when he fights tomorrow, he will compete with this person?

Helang was well prepared, and when he came to the ring, he saw that the ambitious person standing on it turned out to be the dreadlock he had met when he first came, and someone introduced him as Wu Zheng.

During this period of time, he has undergone considerable changes. His appearance has become even weirder, his skin is bluish, his back is bent, and the weapon in his hand is shining with silver light, like a claw or a rake.

It is said that Wuzheng had a conflict with Helang on the same day, and after he lost because of his temporary cowardice, he sulked in the back mountain of the Demon Cult, and accidentally discovered a poison-type exercise that was abandoned by others.

It happened that he didn't get the copy he wanted, and the Devil's Cult didn't restrict disciples, so he started to cultivate with evil thoughts.

There is a reason why this kind of practice is abandoned by people. It was also during this process of cultivation that Wu Zhengcai discovered that people will develop pustules or wrinkle their skin due to the penetration of poison.

Although the human body is not painful, it is despised by people to become such an ugly appearance.

However, there are quite a few people in this Demon Cult who have changed their appearance due to practicing kung fu. As long as they have real strength, he doesn't care too much.

What's more, the moves of this poison type are indeed vicious, and they can poison people to death in minutes, so they don't need to practice the basic skills as hard as ordinary skills.

When Helang came to the stage against the inconceivable voices of the crowd, Wu Zheng saw that it was him, and immediately gritted his teeth and spat, new and old grudges welled up in his heart.

His eyes full of malice made Helang extremely dissatisfied, and a cluster of small flames gradually brewed in his always peaceful heart.

Helang's gentle demeanor made the audience laugh for a while, and he said with a straight smile that any kind of fair face can be on stage, but there are also some female relatives who rarely see such a fair man, no matter whether they look up to them or not , all cheered for him for a while.

The presiding elder usually watched the battle in the arena with cold eyes, but this time, perhaps seeing that Helang's temperament was incompatible with the people in the Demon Cult, he became interested and asked the two, "Why do you want to be Dharma protectors?"

Wu Zheng stroked the locks of hair hanging in front of his eyes, full of confidence, "Naturally, he is the one who assists the leader in slaughtering the white way! He will dominate the martial arts world!"

The men in the audience also yelled a few words, and the scene boiled up.

In this chaos, Helang didn't look sideways, stood with his hands behind his back, and only said a few words, "Protect the leader."

The scene was silent for a moment, and then many people burst into laughter and shouted at him on the stage.

"Hey, kid! Do you know how powerful the leader is?! I'm afraid you can die with just one finger! How can you use the word "guard!"

Similar voices clamored endlessly.

And on the attic, there is a secret room that can clearly see the situation of the ring,

Hearing Helang's answer, the person covered by the dark curtain slowly opened his eyes, stared at the figure for a while, and then spoke sarcastically, "Overestimating one's abilities."

The short-haired man next to him said yes again and again, and was slightly annoyed by what the person on the stage said.

He was the only Dharma protector by the leader's side. How dare this young disciple, whom he had never seen before, speak such big words as soon as he came, delusionally trying to sit with him.

"How dare such a lowly martial arts disciple speak wild words! According to my subordinates, he can be knocked down in just a few moves. That Wu Zheng's martial arts practice is outrageous and unreasonable. If he is against him, that kid will not even have a heart." To be smashed!"

The silent person heard his noisy words, frowned and shouted: "Shut up."

……

The group arena competition was still in full swing, and Wu Zheng didn't want to talk to him too much, so he slapped him preemptively.

The dark green powder scattered slightly along with his silver claws. Helang knew that he had used poison, so he slashed across with his sword lightly, and the sword Qi moved slightly, and all the poison powder was brushed back.

He dispelled a move so easily, Wu Zheng snorted, and still used the poison powder to attack, but the speed of the attack was much faster, but after a few back and forth, He Lang was covered by the poison powder in front of him. , I saw a flash of silver light, and his iron hook and silver claws suddenly stretched out.

Helang flashed slightly, but his lower body was still steady, not intending to be forced back by him, he turned his wrist slightly, and lightly took a sword flower, and then, the sword body was swung quickly, the sword light was everywhere, with a sharp edge The sword wind formed a top-secret defensive formation, making it impossible for the opponent to attack, and also launched an attack invisible.

The sword edge brought out by these layers of sword shadows was extremely fierce, and Wu Zheng had already avoided it far away, but the strong sword energy still forced him, and if he was a little careless, countless holes were torn on his clothes.

Gritting his teeth, he turned over and came to Helang's side, then lowered his body suddenly, searching for his vital points to attack.

Herron jumped to his feet, dodging a sweep of his legs.

Before Helang's body fell, Wu Zheng rushed towards him, using close combat to find a chance to touch him.

There is also toxin on his skin, as long as he can touch Helang, it is enough to cause him to be greatly affected, and his whole body is instantly weak, leaving him alone.

Helang knew what was going on in his mind, so he started to play a game of dodging with him like hide and seek.

After dozens of rounds, the two seemed to be indistinguishable, and the people in the audience stared at each other without blinking.

Ge Rulan inhaled slightly, and sighed to the people beside him: "Second brother, that poison refining boy poisoned him as soon as he came up, I thought Xiao Lang would definitely hit him, but I didn't expect him to escape..."

Ge Wenjing folded his hands and nodded, "Wu Zheng himself is not very good at martial arts, and he has won so many times because of his poisonous hands, but Brother Zhuo seems to be not afraid of poison...Maybe he has some expert advice, look at him , seems to be able to deal with these poisons with ease."

Being able to face Wu Zheng and other high-level disciples for so many rounds, He Lang has made great progress, but the opponent's moves are unpredictable and his movements are unpredictable, so he is also worried and careful every step of the way.

I'm afraid that if this goes on, the other party will make more