"You guys, got it?"

Su Ming didn't answer the rhetorical question, and after scanning the ten students, he fixed his gaze on the face of the person who asked the question. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This person is Sikong.

It seems that he has seen the layers of fog and seen the true face of Sikong.

No one answers, or rather, everyone has a different answer in mind.

Everyone's 'walk' is private.

Su Ming suddenly got up, and his voice echoed in the practice room: "Cultivation, I have said it, it has been planted in your hearts. Next, I'm going to teach you......

Murder means for life! ”

In an instant, the curling green smoke melted like snow, the incense candles were extinguished, and everyone who was still sitting in the clouds suddenly fell into the boundless hell.

Hungry ghosts along the road, resentful spirits, mountains of bones and sea of blood, there are shouting hell, oil pot hell, tongue pulling hell, ten people are not wrapped in clothes, stumbling among them.

Leaving bloody footprints, wading through the Yellow Spring, and walking across the White Bone Bridge.

Then, countless hungry ghosts rushed to each other and devoured everyone one bite at a time!

"Duh!"

The yellow bell rang out, and a mighty shout exploded in everyone's ears.

Sikong immediately woke up, wet with cold sweat, and his hands hurt even more.

And although he gasped, the fear in his heart was shattered by the sound of the yellow bell, leaving only the deepest understanding.

And Sikong glances at others, it's all the same.

However, Sikong saw that the shy person who helped him in front of him was extremely calm.

The man's chest rose and fell gently, and he sat cross-legged as usual, as if he did not know the fear of death.

Sure enough, Su Ming looked at this person deeply, but he didn't say much.

"You, get up!"

Sikong buried his head, deeply sighing that Su Ming's miraculous means were worthy of the existence of far surpassing the Yuan Infant Ancestor.

The 70,000 yuan registration fee was not unjustly spent.

A strange atmosphere pervaded.

The sluggish mental induction made Sikong not notice it at all, and he still fell into a long sigh.

"Hey, hey......"

A slight voice came, Sikong was a little puzzled, looking at the shy person next to him, he also lowered his voice: "What's the matter?" ”

"King Yue, get up!"

A neutral voice sounded, and when Sikong looked up, he saw Su Ming with a stern face and majestic eyes staring at him.

Sikong has always been ignorant of the height of the sky, and when he saw Su Ming calling himself, he stood up slowly, and then walked towards Su Ming slowly.

There was a protest from the bones, and Sikong focused almost all his attention on his legs, which was worthy of calling this uncle.

And this scene, in the eyes of others, has become a common and undisciplined evidence, I don't know the so-called clear evidence!

Su Mingdong watched the fire and saw the condition of Sikong's body, so he did not urge, but quietly waited for Sikong to come slowly.

"Master Su, do you have any advice?"

Sikong stood with his fists clenched and took out a crop handle, which immediately attracted a burst of laughter.

"Huh?!"

Su Ming's cold gaze shot out, and he no longer looked like an elegant scholar, like a soldier who laughed and drank the blood of the enemy and ate human flesh.

The rich kid's face turned pale, his head was lowered, and he didn't dare to look at Su Ming.

Su Ming snorted angrily, loudly, and said loudly: "Killing people for life is martial arts." Martial arts, one person stops fighting, skills, is skills. Naturally, the best way to stop fighting is to make your enemies no longer able to move and never speak again! ”

Su Ming turned around suddenly, looked at Sikong, and said loudly: "Look at it, what is martial art!" ”

Sikong's heart tightened, and he vaguely remembered that when he signed the cultivation contract, he seemed to have roughly seen a regulation: 'In the practice room, life and death do not matter!' ’

Sikong turned around in a panic and shouted, "Master, master, don't ......"

"Wolf on the shoulder, don't look back!"

Su Ming didn't care about it, he caught up with Sikong in one step, his right hand was hooked, put it on Sikong's shoulder, and clasped it tightly.

A sharp pain came, Sikong's head subconsciously turned back, shrunk his shoulders, but clearly heard the sound of his shoulder blades shattering.

And the hand on the shoulder, steady and rocky, does not move at all!

Su Ming's right hand turned into a palm, and a palm was placed on Sikong's jaw, and the soft force came out, and then Sikong's head rotated one hundred and eighty degrees.

The eyes behind the fog stared straight at Su Ming behind him.

Under one move, Sikong died!

"Martial arts, the original origin is the method of hunting, first hunting beasts, then hunting people! Pay attention to one-hit killing, ruthless and vicious, and merciless! ”

Sikong opened his eyes in confusion, touched his intact head, and slowly got up, and saw Su Ming turn to look at himself after admonishing the nine students.

"The tiger digs out the heart, and it will die!"

Sikong's eyes widened, like a frightened rabbit, and he avoided one after another: "Big, master......"

Su Ming went down to the mountain and was a tiger, as evil as the sea, his face was full of murderous intent, his palm went directly into Sikong's chest, held a beating heart, and then, pinched and exploded!

With a 'plop', Sikong fell weakly.

Under one move, Sikong died!

"No matter what kind of martial arts, it is important to focus on the unity of spirit and spirit, full attention, the ancient civilization is known as the national art, named after a country, it is enough to prove that after the spirit and spirit of martial arts are unified, they can fight against the national fortune!"

Sikong staggered up again, looked around with a confused expression.

Seeing this, the spicy woman's heart softened, but she was a little sympathetic.

Forget it, looking at his pitiful appearance, my aunt and grandmother are not unkind people, but if he dares to speak out, my aunt and grandmother will have to swallow him alive! ’

Su Ming came again, Sikong raised the sky and roared, like crying and complaining, it was really sad for the listener, listening to tears!

'Plop! ’

Sikong died again and again, and got up again.

After Su Ming taught again and again, he made a murderous move.

The nine students, looking at this scene of killing by words and deeds, were enlightened.

"The snake crosses its waist, three inches on top!"

Su Ming was like a python, his body was soft, and his bones seemed to have turned into running water, and he actually wrapped around Sikong's waist.

At this time of life and death, Sikong has always been in a trance, as if he had accumulated a lot of energy, recalling his death again and again.

'The wolf is on his shoulder, don't look back. What if I hadn't turned back and had taken my neck in my arms and hit me backwards? ’

'The tiger plucks out the heart, and avoids death. What if I hadn't chosen to avoid it, but had risen to the challenge, shortened his charging distance, and interrupted his attack? ’

"It turns out that Master Su has already told me the method of breaking martial arts! ’

……

Sikong's eyes are full of light, and time seems to be slowing down at this moment, and it is no longer in a hurry.

Sikong looked at Su Ming's snake-like body, and between the lightning and flint, the ratio of the python's three inches corresponded to Su Ming's body.

Then, it was calculated that the three inches of the python were Su Ming's abdomen!

'Hundred Burst Punches! ’

Even if the spirit is severely damaged, even if the appearance is detached, the domineering martial arts will in Sikong's heart is not willing to disappear, but becomes more and more unruly, more and more ruthless!

At this time, Sikong was furious, used his elbow as a fist, pushed out his elbow, and crashed into Su Ming's abdomen!

'I don't know if it's not drunk today, a hundred miles of waterfalls, and Kyushu! ’

The will of the martial arts was smelted into a storm and headed towards Su Ming's mind!

"Huh?"

Su Ming was shocked, and he didn't know if it was Sikong's counterattack or this sudden spiritual storm.

But he retreated at the first touch, and for the first time he withdrew his hand and returned to the side of the three-clear furnace.

Three clear furnaces, incense candles rekindled, green smoke curling.

Serenity, shrouded the ashram again.