Among the young generation of junjie on the rivers and lakes, most of them are disciples of the Great Sect or the Great Family.

For martial artists, it is very important to build a foundation at an early age, so it is easy for the disciples of these great sects to stand out and win at the starting line.

The strength of the Guanzhong Torture Hall is not inferior to those big factions and great families, but it is really inferior to the other party in the cultivation of young disciples.

The reason is simple, the system is different.

As long as those big sects and great families discover the talent of their disciples, then they will immediately have masters in the sect personally accept them as disciples and teach them carefully, basically they will not let the other party do any chores, so as not to affect the progress of cultivation.

And Guanzhong Torture Hall is different, everything depends on ability, it depends on merit, no matter how good your talent is, you have to slowly boil it down below, although this is fair, but it also makes few people in the young generation of Guanzhong Torture Hall stand out.

For example, Guan Siyu's personal disciple Wei Chi, who was raised by him since childhood, but he also had no preferential treatment, and he still had to perform various tasks to accumulate qualifications.

This time, the Guanzhong Torture Hall has also been silent for too long, and is ready to make a name for itself in the rivers and lakes, so everyone is called, and one person is selected to play his own prestige at the Divine Soldier Conference, not seeking to win the first place, but also to let outsiders see the strength of the next generation of their Guanzhong Torture Hall.

Guan Siyu looked at the four executioners present and said: "The four of you have elected four young people, Si Ming also recommended one on behalf of the Anti-Criminal Division, and my disciple Wei Chi, these six people should be the most outstanding six among the younger generation of my Guanzhong Torture Hall, let's try it by lot, six into three, and finally the three will draw lots to determine the first, the rules are very simple." ”

As he spoke, someone on the side took out a box of lottery and handed it to Chu Xiu and the others to draw lots one by one.

Guan Siyu glanced at the results of the draw, and the first game was Wei Chi against Zhong Ping, the young martial artist of the Anti-Criminal Division.

The council hall was not a place for fighting, so everyone moved the place of confrontation to the martial arts arena behind the torture hall.

That Zhong Ping is worthy of being a disciple brought out by Si Ming, with a cold face, holding a strange blade in his hand, like a knife like a sword, the blade is straight like a long sword, and it is open on both sides, only when it reaches the tip of the knife is there some arc.

Wei Chi smiled at Zhong Ping and said, "Brother Zhong, it's the first time we've fought each other for so long, but I've long wanted to learn Brother Zhong's martial arts." ”

Zhong Ping shook his head indifferently and said: "My martial arts are killing skills, if you want to learn it, it is a life and death fight." ”

Wei Chi's smile froze, he was also a delicate person, but how could Zhong Ping answer his words?

At this moment, Si Ming suddenly said to Guan Siyu: "Hall Master, let Zhong Ping admit defeat in this game, all I taught him are killing techniques, and if you shoot, you will see blood, and you will divide life and death." It is not suitable for competition, and even if it is at the Divine Soldier Conference, if Zhong Ping can't restrain himself, he is prone to cause trouble. ”

Guan Siyu waved his hand and said: "Martial arts are originally killing techniques, is the martial arts function that does not kill people called martial arts? Just compete as usual, so many of us are here, can we still watch Wei Chi fail to make an accident? It's the same at the Divine Soldiers Conference, I'm not afraid that you're strong, I'm afraid that you're not strong enough." ”

With Guan Siyu's words, Si Ming nodded and said, "Let's start." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Ping's figure moved, like a black shadow, and appeared in front of Yu Chi in an instant, and a stream of blood suddenly erupted from the strange blade in his hand that looked like a sword, and wisps of blood-colored silk threads were entwined in it, like a living thing, very terrifying.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yi, who originally seemed lazy, was slightly surprised and said, "You even taught him the Blood UF Tu?" This evil skill of yours eats away at flesh and blood, and consumes Shou Yuan! He is your personal disciple, you taught him this evil skill at such a young age?"

Si Ming's face remained unchanged, and he said in a voice without the slightest emotion: "It is because he is my personal disciple that I taught him the Blood UF Tu."

The rivers and lakes are full of murderous machines, and only those who can survive are qualified to think about how to live longer, and those who die halfway are useless to say anything.

The Blood XCOM Slaughter does need flesh and blood to feed him now, but as long as he can survive and cultivate to the point where he is stronger than me, then he will naturally have a way to find a heavenly treasure to make up for his loss of longevity.

On the other hand, if he can't cultivate my current realm even after learning the Blood UF Slaughter, then it proves that he is a waste himself, and what difference does it make if he dies early or later?"

Hearing Si Ming's crooked reasoning and heresy, Xiao Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes and didn't say anything more.

The gang of people in the Anti-Criminal Division are all monsters, and they can't be understood with normal people's thinking.

And at this time, in the field, in the face of Zhong Ping's terrifying blow, Wei Chi's hands soared, and a strange handprint was drawn, and in an instant, the momentum around him became magnificent, and his hands were encircled, trapping Zhong Ping's strange long knife in the middle, motionless as a mountain, and his momentum was extremely calm.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yi became interested again, and said with a smile at Guan Siyu: "The mountain moving among the nine changes of the supernatural powers, hall master, how much have you taught Wei Chi the nine changes of the supernatural powers?"

Guan Siyu shook his head and said, "It's not much, it's just handed over to him three styles." ”

Xiao Yi said with a smile: "After teaching the three styles, then Wei Chi must have learned these three styles to the point of mastery, but I know that the hall master, your routine, will definitely lay a solid foundation for Wei Chi, and this will teach him the next style." ”

Guan Siyu's secret martial arts and supernatural powers have nine changes to encompass the world and turn decay into supernatural powers, and his reputation in the Guanzhong Torture Hall is very great, and it is already great that Wei Chi can learn the three styles with his current strength.

Xiao Yi was also looking at the field at this time, and a hint of unknown smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The moving mountains in the Nine Changes of Divine Power are not used for defense, and this kid Zhong Ping is going to be unlucky.

Sure enough, after Wei Chi over there imprisoned the long knife with a powerful Gang Qi, his hands went up, and in an instant, a powerful Gang Qi rose from the ground, and the formless and qualitative Gang Qi seemed to turn into substance, smashing towards Zhong Ping!

At this moment, a dazzling blood burst out on the long knife in Zhong Ping's hand, countless blood-colored silk threads were sheng, and with his knife gang strangling, the surrounding gang qi actually began to dissolve, this knife was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it slashed towards Wei Chi without hindrance!

Wei Chi's eyes showed a look of surprise, he probed with both hands, and in an instant, the dark blue Gang Qi exploded like an ocean, and in the depths, Zhong Ping seemed to be in the whirlpool of the sea eye, and his body involuntarily followed the Gang Qi to be pulled to both sides, if it was a weaker martial artist, it was even possible to be directly pulled into a pile of minced meat by the whirlpool of this Gang Qi!

Nine Transformations of Magical Powers: Stirring the Sea!

Looking at Wei Chi and Zhong Ping in the field, Chu Xiu's eyes showed a look of surprise.

It seems that he used to underestimate this Guanzhong Torture Hall, among the younger generation, the Guanzhong Torture Hall is also a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, such as this Wei Chi and Zhong Ping, these two people are fully qualified to be on the Dragon and Tiger list, but they just stayed in Guanzhong and did not choose to go out, which makes them seem a little nameless.

Moreover, the depth of this Wei Chi's foundation is beyond Chu Xiu's imagination.

Originally, Chu Xiu thought that his cultivation of innate skills was already deep enough, but this Wei Chi's foundation was stronger than Chu Xiu's, otherwise he would definitely not be able to burst out with this level of powerful qi now.

This Nine Transformations of Divine Power is Guan Siyu's technique, and each of these exercises requires a strong Gang Qi and control of the Gang Qi as the foundation.

Guan Siyu only taught Yu Chi the three styles now, not because he was afraid that he would starve his master to death if he taught his apprentices, but because if Yu Chi forcibly used those other moves now, it was estimated that it would be counterproductive.

And at this time, Wei Chi stirred up the sea and turned things around, but this Zhong Ping made a seal with one hand, which was a very strange seal, like the seal of the Buddha, but it was not like.

The seal was unfolded, and Zhong Ping's body was suddenly full of blood, but in that blood light, there was even a Buddha shadow around, which looked sacred and evil.

With a single slash, the Buddha shadow behind Zhong Ping merged into the blade, making his entire blade turn scarlet blood, just like flowing blood.

The sword fell, and the sea-stirring style shattered, and Wei Chi couldn't help but be shocked: "Futu slash! are you crazy!?"

Wei Chi recognized this style of sword technique, when he first joined the Guanzhong Torture Hall, Si Ming at that time was not a great master of the realm of the unity of heaven and man, only the realm of the Five Qi Dynasty.

But he used this type of floating slaughter to hit a master of the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and finally killed him, but the consequences were also very serious, he was directly seriously injured by the counterattack, and lay in bed for several months, almost dying.

Seeing that Zhong Ping had even used the forbidden move of Futu Slash, Wei Chi didn't even use his third form of supernatural powers, and shouted directly: "Admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

In fact, Wei Chi himself didn't care much about the quota for representing the Guanzhong Torture Hall to participate in the Divine Soldier Conference, he was originally the kind of person who was extremely low-key, he only cared about the internal affairs of the Guanzhong Torture Hall, and he didn't want to mix with the external affairs.

And even if he can really represent the Guanzhong Torture Hall to participate in the Divine Soldier Conference, when the time comes, more than half of the young heroes in the entire rivers and lakes will gather there, Wei Chi is not sure to stand out, and he himself does not use weapons, could it be that if he gets the divine soldier, his martial arts will not be able to be recultivated?

However, although Wei Chi had already shouted to stop, Zhong Ping's Futu slash over there was still slashing at him.

It's not that Zhong Ping has to die later, but his move is originally the kind of forbidden move that has a deep backlash, and it is easy to use, but it will be a little difficult if it is withdrawn.

Right here, Xiao Yi, who was closest to them, suddenly made a move, he waved his hand directly, and in an instant, seven colorful sword qi of different colors burst out, stopping in front of Zhong Ping, among which the green and white sword qi poured into Zhong Ping's body, which actually made his blood qi flow backwards, and pressed down the backlash of his sword.