After being broken by Yun Si one after another, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yun San, who is struggling to support, is only a matter of time before he loses. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Poof!" In the dazzling battle, Yun San was forced into a corner, and he took Han Sheng's palm stiffly, his right hand was broken on the spot, and he fell to his knees and coughed up blood.

"What a fierce mana, are you really just building a foundation?" Yun San looked at Han Sheng in horror. Even a genius is too exaggerated, yesterday was still the Qi training period, and now not only has the foundation been built, but even his own veteran foundation can't stop a palm!

Demon! Yun San flashed this thought in his heart, only possessed by demons can have such shocking strength, thinking of his blood-red eyes, he suddenly shouted: "You demon, finally forced you out!"

"Demon?" Han Sheng stopped, "Don't waste your tongue, Yun San, you will definitely die today." ”

"Your eyes!" Yun San screamed: "I recognize you, you are the immortal demon king of the demon clan's Cangwu Mountain! No wonder you can build a foundation in one day and beat me without the power to fight back, you have betrayed the human race with the help of the power of the demon king!"

The crowd began to stir, and some loose cultivators looked at Han Sheng suspiciously, it was too incredible to be invincible in one day, if it was like Yun San said, it made sense with the help of the power of external objects.

"Indeed," the cultivators whispered, "that young man's eyes are so scary, he doesn't feel like a human. ”

"When he looked up, I noticed that something was wrong, normal people can't have that kind of eyes!"

"What a good child poor Han Sheng is, why did he fall into the evil way?"

Han Sheng frowned, he didn't bother to defend his innocence, since he was splashed with a basin of dirty water, he just beat the splasher to death.

"He was badly wounded, and I just smashed his internal organs with one palm. Yun San shouted hoarsely: "The Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance has an order, kill a demon and you can enter the Four Great Immortal Gates!"

Han Sheng swung his fist coldly, let your mouth be a lotus, I will only kill with one punch.

"Smack", the Red Flame Sword broke from it, and an inspector threw the Red Flame Sword and shouted: "Demon Outer Dao, everyone will be punished!

Do you have any brains? Han Sheng turned around angrily, the wind was running with all his might, and for a while, the flying sand and stones could not be seen with their fingers, and the people present struggled to support them, and the shallow cultivation was directly blown to the ground.

"I'll just say it once", Han Sheng gritted his teeth and said: "The Immortal Demon King was suppressed in the Lock Demon Tower by the head of Shu Mountain, unless the head of the sect dies, he will never think of it in his life." Also, if any of you interfere again, I will kill it together!"

"A bunch of fools, why do you have to explain?" Yun San laughed heartily, and suddenly stabbed out a sword, from the bottom up, ruthless and secretive. The previous inspector's interruption suddenly broke the original situation that was pressing step by step, and Yun San grabbed precious respite, and his mana recovered a lot.

Do you think you can win in this way? Han Sheng sneered, his left hand clenched his fist and smashed on the back of the sword, and his right elbow slammed into Yun San's chest, but it crashed into the air.

"Not good!" Han Sheng Huo Ran turned around, Yun San actually used his only weapon as an outcast, what did he want to do?

"Hahahaha!" Yun San laughed at the door of the workshop with a disgraced face, holding a loose cultivator in his hand. Just now he deliberately pretended to be assassinated, and as soon as the sword was stabbed, he immediately let go, and rushed out of the corner with a rolling belt, turning the tables in one fell swoop.

"Surrender, Han Sheng. Yun San smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, this man is your friend, right?"

Han Sheng's face was extremely gloomy, and the old Wang in the lower bunk of the dormitory was tightly pressed against his throat by Yun San with a broken red flame sword, he was panicked, and his Adam's apple rose and fell slightly, burning by the sparks of the broken sword.

"Don't try to save him, in such a short distance, you are definitely not as fast as my sword. ”

"Yun San, this is a grudge between you and me, why do you always involve other people?"

"Otherwise, would you be one-on-one with your demon?" Yun San sneered: "Where is the fairness in this world, everyone likes a situation that is beneficial to themselves, and this is the situation I like." ”

"What if I don't care?" Han Sheng walked towards the door of the workshop step by step, "Uncle Zhang is dead, Jiang Lin doesn't know if he can be saved, I just want you to die." ”

Yun San began to panic, seeing Han Sheng pressing forward step by step, under the huge pressure, his eyes were completely crazy. "If you take one more step, I'll kill him!" Yun San dragged the blade back and forth, and the old king struggled in pain, blood flowing out and sizzling on the fiery red sword.

Han Sheng stopped helplessly.

"Stand back," Yun San commanded, "get that dog back in its place." ”

Yun Si, who was quietly moving, hung his head and fell back to his original position.

"What do you want to do?" Han Sheng asked.

"I want to live, live well," Yun San muttered, his expression suddenly went crazy again, "But you're all forcing me! All the fucking force me! Yunhai Sect used the position of the owner of the workshop to force me to make 8,000 pairs of purple gold Yaoguang armor; the scattered cultivators dragged on and used time to force me to be ruthless; even you, Han Sheng, used force to force me to rely on blackmailing others to live!"

"No one forced you," Han Sheng said lightly: "You can be inappropriate, you can be ruthless, as for me forcing you, why did you kill Uncle Zhang?"

Yun San laughed wildly: "You said it lightly, if you are not the owner of the workshop, do you let me and my family go to work as slaves? I don't have the luck to go against the sky, and I am not a genius who builds a foundation in one day, I can have today's status, whoever wants to harm me will have to gamble with his life!"

"Uncle Zhang is dead?" Lao Wang's trembling voice broke the tense atmosphere between the two.

Han Sheng's face turned miserable: "You ask Yun San, he knows better than me." ”

"That's right, I sent someone to arrest the doctor. Yun San said calmly: "You have offended my majesty in public, and it is difficult to convince the public without punishment." ”

"Uncle Zhang is really dead?" Lao Wang's voice choked, "I'm so stupid." ”

His body suddenly exerted force, and his arms, which were originally firmly twisted behind his back, dislocated in unison, Lao Wang's upper body gained a short period of freedom, he retreated suddenly, and slammed into Yun San with a move "Yak Horn". Yun San was shocked, and in a hurry, he abandoned his sword and turned his fist, and shook Lao Wang's back firmly.

"Tom!" There was a muffled sound, Yun San's only good hand was also broken, and Lao Wang fell in front of Han Sheng, he was bleeding from his seven orifices, and he couldn't see it alive.

"Lao Wang!" Han Sheng tried to inject mana into his body, trying to save his life, but there was no response.

"I'm sorry," Lao Wang said with a dying breath: "Uncle Zhang is my life-saving benefactor, but I didn't dare to come forward that night, I was too timid, and I didn't even see Uncle Zhang for the last time." The grace of saving lives can only be repaid with life. ”

"Hold on! If Uncle Zhang knew that you were so grateful, he would scold you to death!" Han Sheng once again injected a large amount of mana, but it was still useless, and his internal organs were all shattered.

"Scold, scold," Lao Wang's voice gradually lowered, "I'm so tired from living, I can finally rest." ”

There was a long silence until the red light appeared, and Yun San screamed and rolled on the ground.

Yun San gritted his teeth and pulled out the half-cut sword on his leg, he just wanted to leave quietly while everyone was not paying attention, but he was still discovered.

"Yun San, you owe me another life. Han Sheng staggered closer, "How do you guess I'm going to kill you?"

"Kill me?" Yun San's gaze swept over the crowd, and most of them lowered their heads.

It couldn't be better, Yun San smiled coldly.

"Loose cultivators, I have something to announce. Yun San said calmly, as he had done countless times in the past.

"Our eight thousand pairs of Purple Gold Yaoguang Armor didn't do it, yesterday we received a notice that the Seventh Elder, the Nine Elders and a large number of sect disciples will lead a large number of monks to come over to inspect the goods after dawn, and now. ”

Yun San pointed to the sky and said lightly: "It's dawn." ”

The cultivators began to stir, and the eastern sky did begin to turn white, and the sky was about to dawn.

"You only have two ways to go," Seeing Han Sheng approaching, Yun San sped up his speech: "First, watch me die, and then someone from the sect will detain you for investigation, even if you are not guilty, you will be expelled from the workshop, and you will suffer for the rest of your life;

"No, no. Han Sheng stretched out his hand, "I'll crush your Adam's apple first." ”

Yun San's face turned red, ready to fight to the death.

"Wait...... Wait a minute!" one of the cultivators shouted anxiously.

Yun San's eyes lit up, he looked at Han Sheng mockingly, and said four words silently: "It's hard to be angry!"

Han Sheng was furious, and Huo Ran turned around: "Who is talking?"

The scattered cultivators were silent, and after a long time, a weak voice sounded: "You killed him, what should we do?"

Yes, the eyes of the scattered cultivators are struggling in pain, Yun San is certainly extremely sinful, but if he sits back and watches him be killed, how can he live if he loses his job?

Unlike you geniuses who have a future of immeasurable happiness and revenge, we ordinary casual cultivators will starve to death without work.

Han Sheng saw these words in their eyes, and these were also the words in his heart.

He suddenly wanted to cry, for his former self, for these loose cultivators who had borne too much suffering.

"Why do we have to work?" Han Sheng said word by word: "I am also a casual cultivator, and I have also been working in the workshop for a few years! But before I built the foundation, I thought every day, why do we have to work? Is it really just a spirit stone? It is more for the foundation building exercises, so that I can climb up!"

Han Sheng's roar echoed in the ears of the scattered cultivators: "Why can we scattered cultivators only struggle at the bottom! Why do we have to exchange our lives for those foundation building exercises that can be seen everywhere in the great sects of the Immortal Sect! Why are we inferior in casual cultivation and let them be bullied and suppressed!"

"I have a dream that all the scattered cultivators in the world can travel to Kunlun and live in the twilight of the sea, unrestrained and free. Look at the clouds rolling up and watching the flowers bloom. There is no more the tiredness of day and night, the endless overtime, the humiliation of being oppressed by others, the untouchable cultivation, and the unwillingness to struggle hard!"

"Casual cultivation, can you really only be a cow and a horse in your spare time, and be cannon fodder in wartime? You are also a monk, and there is a big gap between casual cultivation and sect monks! Don't you have any doubts? In the era of the end of the Dharma, what does it have to do with the exercises? We have worked for various sects from our fathers and ancestors and even for thousands of years, and the sects have become stronger and stronger, and the scattered cultivators have become more and more miserable, and you are still working here to make those sects stronger, do you still think that you are not suffering enough to let future generations suffer in an even worse hell on earth?!"

Han Sheng's words smashed into people's hearts like a sledgehammer, and a casual cultivator hugged his head and cried: "We can't help it! There is no way out, except for working in the workshop, there is no hope of cultivation at all." My family spent all their money to send me to the workshop so that I could become a monk and not let my children suffer!"

Han Sheng gently picked up the loose cultivator: "Don't cry, this is what I'm going to say next." ”

"Do you want to learn my exercises?"