Lu Qingchen's body was scattered, and he left the Nanjia Temple gloomily and went down the mountain alone.

3,644 bluestone steps, throughout the ages, how many pilgrims have come, and now no one cares about it.

To be exact, few people care.

Right now, there's one person.

A hunchbacked woman with gray hair and a cricket body, on bronze crutches, staggered and crawled slowly upwards step by step.

She hung a bamboo basket diagonally around her waist, filled with incense, lamp oil and puff pads.

Seeing that his steps were difficult, trembling, as if he was about to fall down immediately, Lu Qingchen walked down quickly and said, "Old man, the temple is deserted, and you are old, why do you have to climb such a high ladder to incense?" ”

The old woman lowered her head, continued to go up the mountain step by step, and said: "The temple is not famine, and the people are not old. ”

Lu Qingchen couldn't help but be surprised, the old woman could casually say a few words with quite rhythm?

Judging from the conversation, it should not be an old lady from an ordinary family, at least it should be a big family.

Gurgle-

The old woman's crutches were placed on a slippery piece of moss, and she shifted to the side, losing her center of gravity and falling to the side.

Lu Qingchen's eyes were quick, and he hugged him and said, "Hey, old man, come as little as possible in the future, there are more than 3,600 steps, if you fall down, your life will be in danger." ”

After stabilizing it, Lu Qingchen bent down to pick up her crutches.

However, who knows, the seemingly copper crutches, Lu Qingchen grabbed them easily, but he couldn't pick them up.

On the contrary, it was the huge weight of the crutches, which almost made Lu Qingchen's center of gravity unstable and he rolled down.

It took all his strength to put the crutches up with great difficulty, and he couldn't lift half a point.

He was horrified in his heart, he had the physique of Zhongchen Nine Stacks, and he couldn't even lift a crutch?

Looking at the bluestone stairs smashed by the crutches, the entire bluestone slab was smashed into cracks, and all of them turned into powder as soon as they stepped on it.

The weight of this crutch is no less than 30,000 catties!

Could anyone who can use it as a crutch be mortal?

He was surprised in his heart, turned his head to look, and saw the true face of the old woman, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Judging from the back, the old woman is indeed an old man.

However, that face turned out to be an eighteen-year-old girl!

"I'm sorry to mistake you for an old man." Lu Qingchen is apologetic, no woman wants to be treated as an old lady, right?

The girl stretched out her hand, took the crutches lightly, and continued to walk up the stairs with them, without replying: "You didn't say anything wrong, don't apologize." ”

Lu Qingchen felt strange in his heart, glanced at her crutches, hugged his fists and said, "Then, be careful!" In addition, the inside of that crutch should be broken, and it is best to find a new Cold Moon Bronze to refine it. ”

With a little observation just now, Lu Qingchen roughly understood that this crutch was a first-order weapon.

The material used is a very scarce cold moon bronze, born in a copper mine where the moonlight shines all year round, usually a copper mine will only give birth to a piece the size of a fingernail.

This copper is very heavy, and a cold moon bronze can be stoned to death if it hits a mortal's body.

At the moment, almost half of the entire crutch is made of this copper.

If a cane hits a person's body, it is estimated that Dachen will be killed on the spot.

Maybe only the small star can barely withstand a crutch or two, but if you suffer too much, you will definitely not be able to bear it.

It's just that when he tentacles his hands, he noticed that there were many old cracks inside the weapon, which should have been used too many times, causing the internal fracture.

After speaking, Lu Qingchen stepped on the stairs, took fifty feet in one step, and floated down the mountain.

As everyone knows, the girl who hiked up the mountain turned her head slowly and stared at Lu Qingchen's back with a little surprise.

"One hundred and eighty years have passed, and there is still anyone who can recognize the Cold Moon Bronze?" The voice spit out by the girl was unusually old, like a hundred-year-old man.

She stared at Lu Qingchen's back, gently stroked the crutches, and sighed: "Is it destined by God, is the scepter of the Cold Moon King destined to be lonely?" ”

Looking back at the abandoned Nanga Temple, the girl said quietly: "That's it, come back next time." ”

Her crutches touched the ground lightly, and the figure was blurred and hurried down the mountain.

One step, a thousand feet in an instant!

That speed is twenty times that of Lu Qingchen!

What's more, she also carries a 30,000-pound Cold Moon King Scepter with her!

——

Come from the clouds.

In Lu Qingchen's room, Feilong was sneakily rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

After confirming that Lu Qingchen left, he quietly slipped in.

Knowing from the mouth of the laughing voice that the exhibits of the Qianfu Heavenly Courtyard were indeed obtained by Lu Qingchen, he was tempted.

Fu Xiaoyin may have mistakenly thought that Lu Qingchen had already handed in the exhibits, but Feilong knew that none of them had regarded the ordinary-looking paper as an exhibit and let Lu Qingchen deal with it himself.

He saw with his own eyes that when Lu Qingchen went out, he didn't carry any baggage.

It is likely that the piece of paper was hidden in a corner of the house.

But after looking for half an hour, I searched all the corners inside and out, but there was no trace, and even Lu Qingchen's usual daily necessities were gone.

"His room is too clean, isn't it? Why don't you even have any personal belongings? Wyvern incredulously.

How did he know that most of Lu Qingchen's supplies were placed in the six realms of space.

The same goes for that piece of paper.

He was not reconciled and stayed to continue the search.

After stooping under the bed, he raised his head to search somewhere else.

When I looked up, I saw a pair of feet on the seat next to me.

He was almost half scared to death.

He locked the guest room, how could he have a pair of feet?

The sky is blue and the sun is white, it can't be a ghost, right?

Looking up along his feet, he was a middle-aged man dressed in sackcloth.

The complexion is ordinary, there are acne on the face, the appearance is also very ordinary, and the eyes are a little dull.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a mortal.

"How did you get in?" Wyvern looked at the door that had been opened at some point, and exclaimed.

He subconsciously regarded the other party as an uninvited shopkeeper.

"You are Lu Qingchen?" The other party sat for a long time, his eyes floating, and he looked at the dragon.

Feilong was stealing things in Lu Qingchen's room, and said weakly: "It's me, who are you?" Get out of here! ”

The other party bowed lightly: "Yes, that's right!" ”

Without waiting for the dragon to say anything, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and then he had a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he involuntarily arched his body.

The other party was extremely sophisticated, so he took advantage of the situation to resist his waist and jumped out of the window.

The wyvern was horrified and was about to cry out for help.

Suddenly, a needle pierced his knee into a special acupuncture point, causing him to be paralyzed and unable to speak.

Soon, the Wyvern was taken to the woods not far away.

There is a pig-killing board in the forest that has been prepared for a long time, which is specially used by mortals to kill pigs.

By fixing the pig's limbs to the pig killing board, the pig cannot move and is allowed to be slaughtered.

The wyvern was pressed to the pig-killing board, and its limbs were quickly immobilized.

His heart was horrified, but because of the paralysis, he couldn't open his mouth, and could only watch the seemingly ordinary person take off the burden on his body.

The burden smashed on the pig-killing sound, making a series of metal collision sounds.

While untying his burden, he smiled and said: "Let me introduce myself first, you may not know my person, but you may have heard the name, I am the deputy master of the Killing Word Sect, the White Lotus Butcher." ”

Suddenly, the flying dragon's eyes were round, and his face turned pale!

It is rumored that there is no one of the most vicious killers in the killing door!

Because of fear, the blood pressure in the body increased sharply, the eyes began to be densely bloodshot, and the immobilized body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, I'm not malicious." The White Lotus Butcher's smile is also very ordinary, and he is an ordinary person inside and out.

But what he took out of his baggage was not ordinary at all.

He enjoyed it very much, took out a number of strange cold utensils from the baggage, and introduced it lovingly: "This is an eye forceps, which can take off people's eyeballs very painfully but without hurting people's lives!" ”

"It's a spur that cuts bones, and it's able to carve beautiful flowers on a person's bones, and of course, it hurts."

"This is my favorite skin needle, which cuts the flesh of a person first, and then sews it with a needle, and the needle will remain in the flesh forever, stinging all the time!"

……

Listening to the creepy torture instruments, the dragon's lips trembled, and his face was as pale as paper.

After the introduction, the White Lotus Butcher said: "I am going to use the three favorite torture tools of my life on you, if you can grit your teeth and hold back, it is enough to show that you are qualified to join the Killing Word Sect." ”

The most important thing for a qualified killer is not strength and experience, but tenacious willpower.

As long as the will is strong enough, strength and experience can be learned.

Feilong Shi realized that he was being treated as Lu Qingchen and was being tested by the Killing Door.

Seeing that the White Lotus Butcher slowly picked up an incomparably delicate knife, the flying dragon's liver was cracked, his lips kept squirming, and his body couldn't help but struggle, trying to clarify the misunderstanding.

However, he couldn't speak, so he could only stare wide-eyed and look at the White Lotus Butcher walking over with a smile on his face.

"This is a meat scraper, the function is to scrape off human flesh, layer by layer, inspired by Ling Chi's punishment, but more painful than Ling Chi, if you can hold on ten times without falling unconscious, then you pass the first level." The White Lotus Butcher said, taking off the Wyvern's pants, revealing his strong thighs.

As if he wanted to taste a delicious meal, his eyes were full of excitement, and he slowly and firmly cut it with a knife.

Yes! Yes!

The wyvern roared in pain, the knife had a unique shape, and when it was cut, it was ten times more painful than the sword.

The pain was so intense that the wyvern almost fainted.

However, the pain has not subsided, and it is another knife, and the pain makes Feilong's face red and his neck thick, and his breathing is stagnant.

Then another knife was stabbed.

The three knives fell, and the pain made the flying dragon foam at the mouth, and he fainted as soon as his eyes rolled.

"What? Only three cuts? The White Lotus Butcher was enjoying the torture, and as a result, the Wyvern fainted on the spot, causing him to fall back to reality from the enjoyment, his face overflowing with anger and gloom, and he roared like a pig: "Waste! Rubbish! I can't stand it! ”

After roaring several times in a row, the White Lotus Butcher angrily put away the torture instrument and rushed away angrily: "Lu Qingchen never wants to join the Killing Sect in his life!" ”

Poor Feilong inexplicably blocked Lu Qingchen!

The second more is delivered! There is a change in the evening, ask for a recommendation ticket!