Supreme Martial Artist

The huge wings flapped, and the strong wind stirred up seemed to make people unsteady.

The crane was suspended steadily in the square.

There was a little boy sitting on top, who looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

Wearing a Taoist robe, he has a round face with a smile.

Seeing his arrival, many sword slaves suddenly felt as if they had seen an evil ghost, their faces full of fear and despair.

But no one dared to move, they all stood there blankly.

Ye Xinghe was stunned.

How is this going?

Then, the little Taoist boy took out a small copper bell and shook it a few times.

Ye Xinghe immediately felt that the red collar around his neck was making a sound.

Then it started to tighten, and a sharp pain came!

And there was a huge force on it, pulling him, forcing him to come under the crane.

And obviously everyone in the Jiaziyuan was attracted by this force.

Everyone walked out of their residences and soon stood in the square.

"You bunch of bastards, I'm here to choose someone again!"

"Look at all of you, you have the same mourning expressions as your dead parents!"

"Why are you crying? It is your lifetime honor to be chosen to sacrifice the furnace and refine elixirs for our ancestor. It will be worth it if you die!"

After that, he let out a vicious jeer.

Someone muttered: "That's not right. We just chose our A-type hospital three months ago. Logically speaking, it is the turn of the B-type hospital this time. Why are you here again?"

"Damn it, this bitch is worse than a pig or a dog, just kill him, he still mocks us like this every time!"

From the discussions of the people around him, Ye Xinghe also understood what was going on.

It turns out that this boy's name is Qingxu, and the patriarch he talks about is a transcendent figure in the Divine Sword Sect named Zhenren Dan. Master Dan often refines elixirs and makes a furnace every three months.

Every time a furnace is opened, five sword slaves are selected and their souls are used to worship the cauldron.

It is said that the level of elixir refined in this way can reach perfection.

Ye Xinghe gritted his teeth.

This is this cruel world!

Anyone who comes out of the Divine Sword Sect has the power of life and death over them.

The lives of these sword slaves are so despicable that they cannot even compare to elixirs!

Everyone was trembling.

Soon, Qingxu named four people.

"You, you, you, come here."

The four people's faces were full of despair and ashen.

But there was no resistance at all.

Because if they resist, the collar around their necks will explode now, and they will die immediately.

However, there are also many people who look quite relaxed.

Although it is said that five people have to be selected every three months, the four houses A, B, C and D are selected in turn.

In other words, it is only chosen once a year.

Secondly, everyone also acquiesced in choosing disciples with less outstanding talents.

This is equivalent to five people dying in one hospital a year. What the heck!

Normally, in a conflict, more than this number of people would die.

"This is the fifth person."

Qingxu's fingers slid across the crowd.

"Is it you, or are you?"

He had a playful smile on his face.

And everyone who was touched by his finger was inspired.

Finally, his finger landed on someone.

"You are the one!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xinghe.

It turns out that the person Qingxu Boyzi ordered last was him.

Everyone's eyes were full of pity.

Many people even took pleasure in others' misfortunes.

"I heard that this kid is one of the stronger among the new sword slaves here."

"To be precise, he should be the strongest one!"

"And I heard that he is young and has unlimited potential. It's a pity that everything will be lost once he is selected!"

Ye Xinghe was stunned at first. Why was he the only one chosen among thousands of people?

But then, he suddenly thought of something.

Wang Lingtian's figure flashed past his eyes.

Could this be Wang Lingtian's other arrangement?

Seeing Ye Xinghe standing still, Qingxu snorted coldly: "What, are you stupid?"

"Hurry up and come in front of me!"

Ye Xinghe suddenly raised his head at this moment, without any panic on his face, but with a smile on his face.

"What if I say no?"

At this moment, he already had a decision in his mind.

Even if I die here today, I will never willingly become a consumable for others to pay homage to the cauldron!

"You're brave and quite fat. It's exactly what Senior Brother Wang said!"

Qingxu said this without hesitation.

Obviously, he didn't care at all that Ye Xinghe knew the truth.

They are like ants, and they will take revenge, so what can they do?

What can we do if we know the truth?

At this time, Qingxu let out a chuckle.

His eyes were full of disdain: "Even if you are a formal disciple of the sect, you would not dare to disobey the person our ancestor likes, let alone you, a mere sword slave who has just started, come and die!"

The next moment, he flicked his right index finger seven times in a row.

And with these few movements, sword energy was generated out of thin air in an instant.

In an instant, there were actually seven hundred sword energy lingering around Ye Xinghe.

In an instant, a huge sword formation was formed, directly surrounding him.

No matter how much he rushed left and right inside, he would still be unable to break out of the formation.

Ye Xinghe was shocked.

What kind of wonderful weapon secret is this?

He felt that although Qingxu's strength was stronger than his own, it was not that strong.

But the secret method he used was extremely clever.

The next moment, Qingxu formed a sword formula with his fingers and pointed forward.

Those seven hundred sword energy instantly formed a mountain of swords, pressing down hard on Ye Xinghe's head!

Ye Xinghe found that he couldn't resist at all, and his body couldn't help but bend downwards after being pressed.

He roared wildly, gritting his teeth and hardening his bones, not wanting to lower his head at all!

"Oh, I'm still a tough guy, I just like to torture tough guys like you!"

Qingxu's delicate little face was full of ferocity.

He clicked his finger forward again.

In an instant, the pressure on the sword mountain doubled!

Ye Xinghe could no longer bear it at this time.

With a 'squeak', he was directly pressed to the ground, and no one knew how many bones in his body were broken.

Those long swords, as if they had transformed into human forms, crushed his face and trampled him into the dust.

At this moment, Ye Xinghe felt extremely humiliated!

But at this moment, a cold snort suddenly came.

Ye Xinghe suddenly felt that the pressure on his body disappeared without a trace!

Qingxu groaned and leaned back, with blood flowing out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Then, a sneer came.

"The person who came to Jiaziyuan to touch me, Qingxu, who gave you the courage?"

The person coming is none other than Zhao Huixuan!

He stared at Qingxu coldly without making any movement with his hands.

But that strong pressure made Qingxu unable to move.

Obviously, Zhao Huixuan's status is quite special.

Even this arrogant Qingxu boy had a smile on his face when he saw him.

Qingxu bowed respectfully: "I have met my uncle!" "You still know that I am your elder?"