Chen Mao and Song Ping each took their apprentices and the disciples of the martial arts hall, plus the government's arrest to search for the whereabouts of the demon dao martial artists in Shangjiang City, but they found nothing in a day.

Although Wang Zhiping's left arm was injured by Ma Chang in the early hours of the morning, as long as he did not use force and was checked by others, he would not be discovered.

In the evening, Chen Mao hosted a banquet for Song Ping at one of the best restaurants under the name of Aoki Martial Arts.

Fuchun Building, 3rd floor.

Chen Mao and Song Ping sat in the east and west seats.

Wang Zhiping, Tao Zi'an and Li Qiu and Song Ping's two disciples, the eldest disciple Ma Chang and the second disciple Zheng Xianjie, sat under the two respectively.

Song Ping has two thick sword eyebrows, a fierce appearance, an extremely burly body, wearing a brocade robe, and sitting on the guest seat.

Chen Mao, who was sitting on the main seat next to him, was already majestic among ordinary people, but he looked a little thin compared to him.

Song Ping talked about the search for the Demon Dao martial artist during the day, and he said viciously.

"That thief, as long as he hasn't escaped from Shangjiang City, I will definitely find him, and then I will kill him alive and pay for the life of my apprentice who died tragically!"

Martial artists accept apprentices, and generally the more they receive, the higher the qualification requirements.

Zhang Shen's qualifications are extremely high, and Song Ping originally planned to accept him as a closed disciple in a few years, but he didn't think of a demon martial artist and killed Zhang Shen.

The good closed disciple is gone, which is how Song Ping is not angry in his heart.

also died an apprentice, Chen Mao looked much calmer than Song Ping, he smiled and quietly changed the topic.

"Brother Song thinks that the thief is practicing evil skills, or is he trying to exhaust his heart?"

"Exhaustive soup?" Zheng Xianjie, who was sitting under Song Ping and had an ordinary appearance, wondered.

Except for Chen Mao and Song Ping, the people present all showed puzzled looks on their faces, none of them had heard of Exhaustion Soup.

Wang Zhiping's heart tightened, and his face also showed a touch of doubt at the right time.

Song Ping explained with a serious expression.

"Heart-to-heart soup is a terrible medicinal soup.

I heard that a doctor wanted to develop a medicinal soup that soothes qi and blood and strengthens the heart and pulse, but it failed, and he inadvertently developed a soup of exhaustion.

Those who take the soup of the heart will have their whole body qi and blood rushing to the heart, and they will definitely die.

The doctor thought that he had just inadvertently developed a poison, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

But when a martial artist heard about it, he came to ask for a prescription for the soup of the heart, and the doctor gave him the soup because of the strength of the other party.

The doctor thought that the warrior had only gotten the prescription for the Exhaustion Soup just to poison some enemy. ”

"But after that martial artist got the prescription of the Exhaustion Heart Soup, he developed another use for the Exhaustion Heart Soup!

He asked people to take the soup with all his heart, and then when the effect of the medicine took effect, he used a sharp knife to cut open the person's heart, and the other party's heart and blood essence were subdued and supplemented by practice, and the result was twice the result with half the effort, and the entry was fast. ”

Hearing this, Li Qiu's face changed slightly, and the others were also a little shocked.

Drinking people's hearts and cultivating exercises, what is the difference between this and cannibalism!

Song Ping continued.

"Later, somehow, the prescription of the Exhaustion Soup spread, creating a large number of demonic martial artists.

Those demonic martial artists regard people's qi and blood as the main medicine, regard the original heart soup as an adjuvant medicine, and think that the hard work of the person who takes the heart soup is the real heart soup. ”

"Nowadays, there are two kinds of demonic martial artists, one is to practice evil skills in itself, and the other is to take the heart soup to practice.

The latter has become the mainstream of demonic martial artists because no matter what kind of exercises they practice, they can use the exhaustion soup to assist in the practice, and the audience is extremely wide. ”|

"And the prescription of the soup is not a secret, it is widely circulated. ”

"Many Demon Dao martial artists got the prescription of the Exhaustion Soup by accident, couldn't stand the temptation, and fell into the Demon Dao. ”

Hearing this, Wang Zhiping's heart tightened, and his face was slightly unnatural, but no one noticed.

Ma Chang frowned and asked.

"Master, isn't there any side effects from such demonic acts as drinking people's hearts and cultivating martial arts?"

The people present, for the first time heard that they were all in the soup, except for Li Qiu, everyone else was somewhat unbalanced in their hearts.

It's just a little cruel and bloody, if you practice in this way, the real martial arts enter the realm quickly, and there are no side effects, which is a little unacceptable.

They work hard and practice hard, but others only need to kill two people to drink blood, isn't it too unfair!

Song Ping's eyes swept over several people, and found that the resentment on the faces of his two apprentices was the most obvious, and their faces were not very good-looking.

Whether it was because the Demon Dao Martial Artist was killing people to practice, or because the Demon Dao Martial Artist was killing and practicing so quickly and was resentful, he could still see it.

The more resentful you are about this, the more likely you are that you will not be able to resist the temptation to fall into the devil's path when you receive the prescription of the Exhaustion Soup.

Song Ping shook his head.

His two apprentices' martial arts will really can't be called very strong.

On the contrary, Chen Mao's three apprentices performed much better than his two apprentices.

Song Ping's gaze stayed on Li Qiu's face for a moment.

On Li Qiu's face and eyes, he didn't see the slightest bit of resentment at the rapid entry of the Demon Dao Martial Artist's martial arts.

Song Ping was a little envious that Chen Mao received such a good apprentice.

Not only is he a descendant of the martial saint, he has excellent qualifications, but his will to martial arts is even more unswerving, and he is not moved by external objects!

Song Ping retracted his gaze, looked serious, and said in a deep voice.

"Demon Dao martial artists drink people's hearts and minds to practice, of course there are side effects, and they are big side effects!"

"First of all, the first point is that like other demonic martial artists who practice evil martial arts, their minds will gradually become cold-blooded, cruel, irritable, and irritable, and even in the end, they will directly become a delirious madman. ”

"Secondly, taking the soup is addictive!"

"To be precise, the blood of a person who has been poured with blood soup will become addicted after drinking it a few times, and then it will be controlled by that addiction. ”

"Once you become addicted, if you can't drink it in a short time, you will fall into madness, and you can do anything to drink the blood soup, and even your parents and relatives can be killed!

It wasn't until I drank the blood soup again that I came back to my senses. ”

"However, this is tantamount to drinking to quench your thirst, because a Demon Dao martial artist who takes the Blood Exhaustion Soup is much more likely to become a madman than a Demon Dao martial artist who has practiced evil skills. ”

The more you drink, the faster you become, and by the end of the day, you will become completely insane. ”

A flash of horror flashed in Wang Zhiping's eyes.

He's been like this lately, and when he gets addicted to the blood soup and wants to drink all the blood soup, he loses his mind.

Sometimes he even thinks that with his strength, if he sneaks up behind the attack, is it possible to knock Chen Mao unconscious.

"Master, can't you restrain this addiction with human will?"

Ma Chang asked curiously.

Song Ping replied.

"It's not that it can't, it's just that there is only one in a million people who can do it, and it is even rarer than those who can achieve martial saints. ”

And how can a person with such a will be tempted by exhausting blood soup. ”