"If you want to be strong, you have to pay something." Fu Demon does not deny it.

"In short, this is a powerful alchemy technique that is on par with your Golden Xuan Body. Whether you need it or not, you can do it yourself. ”

After the Fu Demon finished speaking, a wisp of information was transmitted into Qin Cheng's consciousness, and he fell silent again.

"Flame Demon Body. The ancient flame demon clan's alchemy technique, refining to the fullest, waving his hand to destroy the world, burning the stars in his palm, and immortalizing the heaven and earth outside the body, burning everything. ”

Combing through the words on the exercises, a supreme domineering aura came to his face.

Qin Cheng's eyes flashed with thought.

In his sea of consciousness, there are endless wonderful exercises left by his father, so he can judge that this exercise is true.

"This talisman once said that he was in the Tribulation Period, I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it a little."

Kyoto Martial Arts Association, Dungeon.

From time to time, screams and begs for mercy rang out.

The chief of the assembly looked calm, slowly walked to the door of the deepest cell, took out an object, and threw it in the cell.

"Witch, look at your son's head."

The president of the assembly exclaimed: "Your son is indeed very strong, but he still lost his life at my hands, I advise you to break off the idea of leaving, and stop resisting us." ”

The woman lifted her pale countenance, looked at the head, and then at the president.

She said disdainfully: "This is not my son. And you lose. ”

The corners of the chief's mouth twitched, and he said gently: "Don't fool yourself, this is your son, your son was killed by me." ”

"You've lost." The woman sneered.

The Assembler couldn't hold back any longer, and he jerked to his feet and roared.

"Fart, what am I, what is he! I'm the president of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, and he's just a low-level waste of the common people, so why should he win me! Why! ”

"I have a whole body of heavenly cultivation, half-step transformation realm, except for Ye Qingyun, no one is my opponent, I can slap him flat with one palm!"

"If it weren't for the suppression of you in the first place, if it weren't for the incompetence of the association, he would have died a long time ago, a long time ago!"

"Not only did you lose, but you lost badly."

The woman continued to look at him sarcastically: "Your time of death is approaching. ”

That look, like a knife, cut into the heart of the elder, making him bleed endlessly.

Growing in anger, the chief suddenly drew his long sword, the blade of which lay across the woman's snow-white neck.

"I can't kill your son, but I can kill you with my hand!"

The disdain in the woman's eyes was even stronger this time, and she even moved forward a little, and the long sword cut through the skin, shedding a few drops of red.

The chief hurriedly put away his sword, as if he was afraid that the woman would die.

"You're just that man's dog slave, and you deserve to kill me?" The woman sneered.

"Enjoy your last madness, tomorrow my son will kill you all."

The president's face turned red.

"Call me." He ordered the jailer, turned and left.

After taking a few steps, he turned back again, his eyes bloodshot.

"Tomorrow I will bring your son's head to you, definitely!"

"I want the whole world to know that the Kyoto Martial Arts Association is the strongest, and I, Jiang Bai, am the strongest!"

The martial arts world has been extremely lively in the past two days.

Qin Cheng was about to lead Qinmen to challenge the Kyoto Martial Arts Association, and the news was spreading.

Countless people participated in the discussion, whether it was the Internet or reality, and the limelight covered all topics at once.

Even some of the martial artists in the most corner of the hot summer knew about it.

Without him, the Qinmen is the top sect that has risen recently. The Kyoto Martial Arts Association represents one of the top forces in the hearts of the older generation.

The old and the new are fighting, life and death, who can win the championship?

Many even plan to travel to Kyoto to witness this peak moment.

However, the security department quickly issued an order and poured cold water on the men.

Due to the complexity of the situation, the Security Service cordons off the area in wartime and only those who receive an invitation are eligible to enter.

Otherwise, there will be no mercy for the guards.

For a time, Luoyang paper was expensive, and the price of invitations was wildly high, soaring to tens of millions of sheets.

"Little fox, let's go home." Fang Xiaodie, who couldn't buy an invitation, rolled her eyes and left the house with the fire fox.

"Young master, it has been arranged, someone will shoot the whole process at that time, and you won't miss any excitement." Teng's family, a housekeeper reported to Tengao.

"Qin Cheng, I want to see how big the gap between you and me is." Teng Ao nodded indifferently. At this time, his injuries were much better, but he was still barely moving.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, in a manor.

"Take me to see it, I want to see Qin Cheng die with my own eyes."

The old man in the wheelchair had a wrinkled face, clenched fists, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"Master, forget it."

The housekeeper shook his head and said: "I don't have a few years to live, enjoy life more, why bother to be embarrassed when you are old." ”

"He took everything from me, from me, from my possessions, from my position. If he doesn't die, how can I be buried in peace. Old Lady Su roared.

"Take me there."

The chief housekeeper shook his head helplessly, and pushed Old Lady Su out of the manor.

Inside the hospital.

The Sixth President slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the broken arm, first dazed, then panicked, then angry.

Cang Zhou leaned over and said carefully, "President, you're awake." ”

Syllable!

When the sixth president saw the sky, he was furious. A slap in the face.

Cang Zhou was directly knocked to the wall, and then stood up with his face covered, blood flowing from his mouth, accompanied by broken teeth.

"That's your message? You idiot. ”

The sixth president scolded angrily: "From today onwards, deprive you of all positions in the Martial Arts Association, and give Lao Tzu a go!" ”

"You will be angry, I'll get out, I'll get out." Cang Zhou's face was swollen and tall, but he squeezed out a smile and fled the room with a crawl.

"Ahh The sixth president roared wildly, pulled out the tube on his body, and smashed the ward wildly.

As the night wore on, a touch of dawn pierced the darkness.

In the Hidden Realm.

A huge mansion sits with a glittering golden plaque hanging above the door.

Jiang House.

A woman knelt on the doorstep, motionless, like a clay wax figure.

In the mansion.

"Master, the eldest lady has been kneeling for a day and a night."

The housekeeper brought morning tea to the old man and said cautiously.

"The day she left the Jiang family, she was no longer my daughter." The old man sipped the tea soup, and his expression was quite cold.

"Old man, Xiaolian is our flesh and blood after all." The old lady couldn't bear to say.

"I haven't come back for more than 20 years, and when I come back, I have to borrow the artifact of the realm, does she treat me as a father?" The old man was slightly angry.

"You expelled her from the Jiang family and didn't let her come back, how could she come to see you?" The old lady asked.

"Don't give me any reason, don't think I don't know, you have secretly corresponded with her over the years." The old man snorted.

"That's right, so where do you think the tea you drank came from, who cured the strange illness of the second uncle's child a few years ago?"

The old lady crossed her waist with a cane,-for-tat.

"In short, I don't see people, and I don't borrow things."

The old man was speechless, snorted, turned and left.

However, the action was a little bigger, and as he walked, a bunch of keys fell to the ground.