The next day, in the No. 7 Practice Pavilion, Cui Mian and Xiong Yang stood opposite each other.

Xiong Yang put his belongings aside, took a deep breath, and raised his chest, "Come on, Cui Shao, just hit the position we said!" ”

"I can't hold on and tell me, we are practicing and not looking for abuse, and we have to treat if we are injured, but it is a waste of your time." Cui Mian said lightly.

After speaking, he stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist, and quickly raised his chest towards Xiong, and threw three punches in a row on both shoulders.

Xiong Yang's face distorted, he snorted, resisted stiffly, closed his eyes and felt it.

Soon, Xiong Yang opened his eyes and shook his head, "No." ”

Cui Mian continued to punch, this time under Xiong Yang's ribs, Xiong Yang unconsciously bent down, for a long time, he stood up sweating profusely, his eyes were red, "No, continue!" ”

Cui Mian didn't listen to him, he circled around Xiong Yang, and after seeing that Xiong Yang was almost recovered, he hooked his hand towards Xiong Yang, "Martial artist, martial artist, should be reborn in battle, what kind of martial artist are you going to be, come, attack me!" ”

When Xiong Yang heard this, his eyes lit up, "Haha, Cui Shao is right, if you don't regenerate, then destroy, bear catcher!" ”

A pair of palms the size of a pu fan slapped towards Cui Mian, bringing gusts of wind.

Cui Mian still only made his right fist, and directly knocked Xiong Yang's hands away, Xiong Yang turned sideways, his center of gravity sank, and his right foot kicked, "The wild bear hit the tree!" ”

Cui Mian's fist pointed downward, his left foot stepped forward, and his fist slammed into Xiong Yang's right shoulder, directly knocking Xiong Yang backwards.

Cui Mian moved his fingers, "Get up, continue." ”

Xiong Yang got up from the ground, got up from the ground with a roar, flew up with the help of the distance, and kicked Cui Mian's head.

Cui Mian turned his fist into a palm, like a hungry python hunting for food, directly wrapped around Xiong Yang's ankle, and with a turn of his body, Xiong Yang was thrown out in embarrassment.

"Go on."

"Ahh

"Bang!"

After several times in a row, Xiong Yang staggered to his feet, his whole body was steaming because of the strong attack, and he opened his mouth helplessly.

Before Xiong Yang could say give up, Cui Mian ghostly came behind Xiong Yang, tapped Xiong Yang's popliteal fossa with his toes, and posed it in a posture of five hearts facing the sky.

"Sit down, be lucky, burn blood and refine qi!" Cui Mian said in a deep voice, stopping Xiong Yang's chaotic behavior, the palm of his right hand was attached to Xiong Yang's back, guiding Xiong Yang's boiling blood to flow to the dantian, and with a suck of his left hand, a porcelain flew out of Xiong Yang's belongings in the distance and landed on Cui Mian's hand.

Cui Mian opened it, "Open your mouth!" Xiong Yang opened his mouth, and Cui Mian guided the liquid in it to fly into Xiong Yang's mouth, nourishing Xiong Yang's blood that was about to dry up, and the blood was burning in the dantian, "Boom! ”

Xiong Yang felt that he heard a deafening sound, and when he came back to his senses, a wisp of colorless condensation in the dantian jumped lively, and the internal force was born, and the qi was gathered!

Xiong Yang jumped up excitedly, let out an oh oh howl from his mouth, and punched his right fist to the ground, happy and sad, and rolled on the ground with his right fist with a distorted face.

Cui Mian shook his head and said loudly, "Since you have broken through the Body Refining Realm, then we are clear, don't bother me in the future," and after speaking, he prepared to leave.

Xiong Yang hurriedly stood up, "Cui Shao, wait." ”

Cui Mian bowed his head and let Xiong Yang speak.

Xiong Yang clenched his fists, "Cui Shao, don't thank you for your kindness, wait for me to consolidate the lower realm, I will look east to Cui Shao in Chunfeng Building, and I just want to tell Cui Shao a message." ”

Xiong Yang organized the language, "Cui Shao should know that the recruitment of inner disciples of the sect is not as casual as that of the outer disciples, and there is still a month, February of the four hundred and eighty-second year of the Great Apocalypse, which is the assessment of the inner disciples once every ten years, in addition to the strength of the Qi Gathering Realm, it is also necessary to complete an assessment of the sect, and this assessment is related to the Fu Snake Mountain Range!." ”

Cui Mian shook his head, "I'm not interested in the inner disciples, and I'm not interested in any Fu Snake Mountain Range. ”

Xiong Yang hurriedly continued, "Cui Shao, listen to me, this assessment is jointly organized by our Shangzong Five Poisons Sect and the Zhengdao Mao Ri Sect, involving two sects and eight sects, with the right to enjoy the trade road of the Fu Snake Mountain Range in the next ten years as a bet, divided by the middle line of the Fu Snake Mountain Range, the disciples on both sides each occupy four hundred camps, attack the city and pull out the village, and finally win with the majority of the camp, and the inner disciple assessment of our sect is to help us win in this trial, if there is a disciple who wins the final victory and is still the owner of the camp, The sect can let it keep the camp and become a subsidiary of the sect, in addition to handing over thirty percent of the harvest every year, the rest are their own masters, learning the literary and martial arts, and holding the power of the world, isn't it the pursuit of our martial artists? ”

Seeing that Cui Mian was about to walk away, Xiong Yang hurriedly finished talking and panting at Cui Mian's back.

Cui Mian stood in place for a while, then turned his head and said to Xiong Yang, "You say, is this camp your own power?" ”

"Huh?" Xiong Yang looked dazed.

Cui Mian looked at the new task at this time: the eldest husband was born between heaven and earth, how could he be depressed for a long time and establish his own power.

Power requirements: 0/1 for the Martial Artist of the Open Pulse Realm, 0/10 for the Martial Artist of the Qi Gathering Realm, 0/100 for the Martial Artist of the Refining Realm, and the current power: None

Reward: Sect open

Experience a million

Potential: 100,000

After Cui Mian completed the last task, when he saw this task, his heart was half cold, and he was very hot about this sect extraction, he had been distressed for a long time recently, and he thought that he would have no chance to eat ashes for a long time, and he didn't expect that there would be hope of completing the task so soon.

Cui Mian became interested in this inner door assessment, walked back and asked directly, "Let's talk about it first, where is the limit of strength?" ”

When Xiong Yang heard this, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly replied, "The peak of qi gathering cannot exceed the open pulse realm." ”

"It's that you can't exceed it before you start the trial, and you are allowed to break through in the trial."

"Yes, Cui Shao is smart."

Cui Mian calculated the time, and it took two months to break through to the open pulse, and the time came up in time, and continued to ask, "What about the duration?" ”

"Three months."

"The criteria for victory after the siege?"

"Each camp has a unique token, the token is in, the camp is in, the token is lost, and the camp is dead."

"It means that the token is here, whether there is a base or not, it is not a failure, if I am the owner of a small camp, I will directly take the token and hide in the Snake Mountain Range, who can find it?"

"This ......"

"Go and ask clearly, I don't like vague answers, and also, the way the owner of the camp is elected, whether it is determined or challenged."

"Yes, I'll ask later, each sect decides for itself, eighty people from each sect, eighty people from our sect, ten days later, everyone who signed up for the trial will draw lots to challenge, and select the eighty people who win the final victory as the candidate village master."

"Oh, interesting, candidate? It seems that until the last moment, no one knows who the owner of the eighty villages will be, and the turmoil is gradually rising. Cui Mian stretched out his hand, and a breeze blew.

Xiong Yang stood behind Cui Mian, "Cui Shao, did you decide to participate?" ”

"Well, let's go and ask clearly, I'm going to pick a village owner to be a pawn, what is your choice?" Cui Mian turned to look at Xiong Yang.

Xiong Yang became excited, patted his chest and said, "Cui Shao, it's great that you are willing to participate, you are the owner of the village, I am your little brother before and after the saddle, I will ask now." ”

After the two finished speaking, Xiong Yang packed up his things and happily inquired about the news.

Cui Mian stood at the door, watching the people coming and going, and the pride in his heart arose, and he couldn't help murmuring, "The snake is a thousand miles away, and eight hundred Kou are in the camp." Whoever says that ten thousand people bow down, I am the lord of the mountains!