Lu Ming had a headache, he thought that helping to frame a new disciple was just a piggybacking thing, but he didn't expect things to develop to this point, and he was completely out of his control!

Level 3...... There is still one last level left! If Zheng Shiyi really passes the third level, then today is not just a simple matter of losing face, his own life may be put on the line!

If you don't eat hard and soft, what should I do now?

"Xiao Lu, what are you anxious about?" Wei Zhixing stretched out his hand to separate Lu Ming from Zheng Shiyi, and said with a somewhat vicious smile on his face: "Do you think this little beast can survive three hundred soul destroying rods?"

A simple question made Lu Ming feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes seemed to bulge out, and he looked at Elder Wei in surprise and said, "Three...... Three hundred Soul Slayer Rods?"

The Soul Destroying Rod, made of special materials, goes down with one stick! Not to mention that the skin and flesh are open, even the soul has to tremble three times.

If the challenger can withstand a hundred soul extinguishing rods, the people of Sanguantang, no matter what conflicts they have with the challenger, must be fair and fair, and wash away the grievances of the challenger.

If the challenger can withstand the 200 Soul Destroying Rods, the head of the team will come forward to clear the grievances of the challenger! However, whether or not he can punish all those who framed the challenger depends on the intention of the leader.

However, if the challenger can withstand the three hundred soul extinguishing rods, whether it is the head of the sect or the Sanguantang, they cannot interfere with the challenger to clear their grievances, and they can kill whoever they want!

It's a pity that the soul slayer is deadly, and the soul destroyer is very rare, and few people can survive a hundred rods unless they have super endurance and heart.

As for the two hundred sticks and three hundred, no one dared to challenge them, and Sanguantang never let the disciples who came to challenge challenge them.

Wei Zhixing asked Zheng Shiyi to challenge the Three Hundred Soul Destroying Sticks, and his purpose was already obvious! That is...... Shoot him!

"You can break through the Sword Qi Barrier, and you can get out of the gravity level of the Nine Wheels of the Qi Wheel Realm, but these three hundred soul destroying rods, you can't withstand anything!"

The soul extinguishing rod destroys the soul, and one stick can make the soul of the beaten person tremble three times, even if the endurance of the beaten person is strong, the three hundred sticks will go down, and the beaten person will die because of the soul scattered.

Maybe before the 300 sticks, the beaten person could no longer bear it, and the heavy damage to the body caused by the soul destroying rod passed to death.

Lu Ming suddenly found that his previous worries were all superfluous! Wei Zhixing has been an elder here for so long, how can he compare the door to a rookie like Zheng Shiyi?

Three hundred soul extinguishing rods, that's killing!

The others in Sanguantang looked at Zheng Shiyi who had to challenge in a daze.

Others don't know how powerful the Soul Slayer Stick is, but they know it better than they know how much money they have. With Zheng Shiyi's thin body, let alone withstand three hundred sticks, even thirty sticks is enough!

Three hundred soul destroying rods can make this Lu Ming change his attitude? Zheng Shiyi's long eyebrows raised slightly, secretly suspecting, what the hell is three hundred soul destroying rods? It's just ...... If you want to kill Lu Ming, this is the only way! In this case, what else is there to consider?

"Three hundred soul destroying rods are just ......" Zheng Shiyi took a deep breath and said, "Since we have come this far, there is no reason to retreat......

The horizontal flesh on Wei Zhixing's face revealed a somewhat hideous smile, what he was afraid of was that Zheng Shiyi would stop playing! As long as you continue to play......! Just wait to die!

Wei Zhixing turned around and yelled at the members who were manipulating gravity: "Wen Jun, go and get the Soul Destroying Rod!"

Wen Jun was still in the shock just now, and when he heard Elder Wei's words, he quickly ran to get the Soul Exterminating Rod.

After a while, he walked out with a three-foot-long Soul Slayer in both hands, with several needle cones at the head of the rod, and a blue current flowing throughout.

Wherever he passed, the brain of the person next to him was muddy, and his body twitched unconsciously.

After he walked away, cold sweat continued to break out in the palms of these people.

Wei Zhixing took the Soul Destroying Stick and sneered at Zheng Shiyi, "If it weren't for the rules of the sect, the cultivation of the person who gave the stick could not exceed the realm of the challenger, I really wanted to give you a few sticks this time, I want to see how many sticks you can withstand!"

The cultivators of the sticks have different cultivations, and the power of the soul destroying rods is also different. If the sect didn't have such a provision, if Elder Wei wanted to personally apply the stick, it was estimated that the challenger would not be able to withstand a stick.

Wei Zhixing turned his hand and handed the soul exterminating rod behind him, and a man in a blue robe, with a strong body and a scar on his face, ordered: "Hao Dong, don't show mercy to my subordinates!"

"Yes, Elder!" Hao Dong respectfully took the Soul Destroying Stick, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he walked towards Zheng Shiyi with a cruel smile.

Zheng Shiyi found a clean place and lay on the ground, as long as he survived the three hundred sticks, he could wash away his grievances, Xu Sa, the people of the Law Enforcement Hall, Old Man Wei, you just wait for death!

The sticker raised the Soul Slayer Rod, and in an instant, the sky was much darker, and the blue electricity, like a wild horse, roared and galloped on the Soul Slayer Rod.

"First stick!"

The Soul Slayer collapsed like a mountain, and it fell down violently.

The strong wind carried by it, like a huge wave, rippled in all directions, blowing people in the distance, and they took a few steps backwards.

"Smack!"

A powerful stick fell on Zheng Shiyi's body, Zheng Shiyi only felt numb all over his body, and a sharp pain, like an ant eating him, like an ice blade piercing his heart, he almost passed out in pain.

There are many kinds of pain......

Zheng Shiyi has endured many kinds of pain, and even tried the pain of being taken out of the martial soul, thinking that there is no pain in this world that can be compared to the drawing of the martial soul.

Can...... Now...... Zheng Shiyi began to understand that there was really a kind of pain in this world, and it was not inferior to the pain of being sucked out of the martial soul......! This kind of pain still needs to endure 299 times.

The beaten body was riddled with holes, and large strands of blood flowed out.

Streams of hot sweat, like steam, came out of his head!

Until this moment, Zheng Shiyi completely understood one thing...... Wei Zhixing, that old Wang Ba, why would he believe so much! It is impossible for him to hold on to it! This is a fatal injury!

Soul Slayer Stick, Soul Slayer!

If you don't have super perseverance and endurance, let alone survive a hundred sticks, even if it's one stick, it's impossible!

Zheng Shiyi gritted his teeth, and the soul seed in his body was beating at high speed, releasing waves of martial soul abilities.

Streams of aura, like brute beasts breaking through the sky, continue to enter the injured parts and enter the cells.

"As long as you survive three hundred sticks, you're done!"

Zheng Shiyi's eyes were instantly filled with resentful killing intent because of the pain.

"Smack!"

Another blow fell, and the same sharp pain and numbness as before came from the wound again.

Zheng Shiyi almost couldn't bear the pain, and passed out on the spot!

"Knock knock!"

The soul seed sensed Zheng Shiyi's crisis, and the speed of its beating was several times more ferocious than before.

Under its high-speed beating, the deepened rift was actually recovering at a rapid pace.

"Keep pushing me!"

Looking at Zheng Shiyi's bloodless face, Wei Zhixing had a smug smile on his face, this kind of disobedient disciple should be cleaned up, he raised his arm high very happily, and then waved down vigorously to give himself an extremely comfortable order.

The sticker hurriedly increased his swing.

Lu Ming, who was on the side, waved his hand at Elder Wei excitedly and said, "Elder Wei, don't be so anxious, he has to survive to three hundred." How bad it would be to beat him to death now!"

Elder Wei nodded in acquiescence and said with a smile, "Yes, too." ”

However, he did not order the caster to reduce the force of his swing.

"The third stick!"

"Fourth stick!"

“......”

"The hundredth stick!"

As the first stick of the sticker fell, the onlookers opened their mouths in surprise, "Oh my God, he can withstand a hundred sticks!"

"That's a hundred!"

"On the records of Sanguantang, there are only one or two people who can withstand a hundred sticks!"

"I didn't expect this kid to last 100 sticks!

The Soul Slayer Rod, before it hit them, made them uneasy, and the strong wind brought by the fall of the Soul Slayer Stick blew a few steps backwards.

They already knew the power of the Soul Slayer Rod, let alone one stick, they couldn't even withstand half a stick, let alone a hundred.

This kid is good, not only survived one or two sticks, but even survived to a hundred.

You must know that in the previous hundred sticks, no matter which stick fell, Zheng Shiyi would become bloodless, and he was not far from death.

But what they don't understand is, in this state, how can they bear it without dying or fainting?

And, if extrapolated from the previous situation, he is likely to accept the next stick after stick.

100 lists! Just 100 sticks......

Wei Zhixing's face had become very ugly, and as Zheng Shiyi withstood more Soul Exterminating Rods, his face had begun to gradually turn dark.

When Zheng Shiyi was hit by the tenth stick, he obviously showed that he couldn't stand it! Why did it pass like this...... Or is it the state of dying at any time, but just can't die?

If he goes on like this, he is very likely to break through 200 sticks and reach 300 sticks.

"No, I need to order the sticker to work harder!"

Feeling uneasy in his heart, Wei Zhixing turned his gaze to the sticker, wanting him to increase his strength, but the arm that had just been raised was lowered again, and now it was already the limit of the sect's regulations......! That's breaking the rules!

Those who fail to break through the three levels are personally investigated by the punishment elders......

Wei Zhixing thought of punishing the elders, his face became even more ugly, and he secretly cursed in his heart: When will this old thing die? If he doesn't die, I can't do anything beyond the boundary! Otherwise, that old thing will really find out something from the dead and kill me!

"Elder Wei...... "Lu Ming was really anxious at this moment......

Wei Zhixing turned around and showed a kind smile and patted Lu Ming's shoulder: "Xiao Lu...... Have you ever heard the story of a straw crushing a cow?"

"A straw is placed on the cow's body, and with the weight of the straw, it will not affect the cow. But one by one, they put it on the cow. ”

"When it reaches a certain level, the cow may not be able to bear it, and if there is one more, then this one will crush the cow to death!"

"Although this kid survives one stick after another every time, in a way that lasts for a long time, then you don't think that this hundred sticks has almost reached his limit, and it won't be long before he can't bear it!"