Unlucky-Hua Qing, who fell to the ground, had a simple and sluggish passer-by face, and fell the grass, the tip of his nose could already smell the rot of the soil, and the soil that was wet for some reason was on his lips, really, unlucky.

"Stinky boy, tell you to be the first in the exam!"

Stepping on Hua Qing's shoulders was a tall and thin man, his eyes were extremely gloomy, he was dressed in black clothes, and a scarlet storage bag hung around his waist, with a pair of boots inlaid with gold thread on his feet.

In fact, he is indeed a demon cultivator, otherwise he would not be so stingy to beat people to vent his anger because he didn't do well in the promotion exam.

In the Demon Gate, if it's just such a situation, maybe it's not too bad, what is it planned to get?

Hua Qing, who used to be the Venerable of the Demon Gate, still knows the atmosphere of the Demon Gate very well, Demon Cultivation, there are always all kinds of small means, some are vicious, some are disgusting, some are both poisonous and disgusting, and they appear specifically for torturing people, and he knows what he knows, and he has seen no less than 10 million kinds, and the one that beats people has never been on it.

Hua Qing was thinking about all kinds of torture in his heart, and at the same time endured the man's unskilled punches and kicks, silently, without saying a word.

How long has it been since I have been able to feel pain physically?

It seems that since he Jindan, no one dares to treat him like this, or earlier, is it Zhuji? Hua Qing has lived too long, and he can't remember many things before, and his memory selectively forgets those weak children who wag their tails and beg for mercy, not because they feel ashamed and dare not face it, but because they feel that he should enjoy the taste of being powerful.

Maybe God couldn't see him so arrogant and enjoyable, so a thunderbolt slashed him here, and when he first found out that he entered the demon gate, Hua Qing was actually a little lucky.

Even if it's not the same world, but the demon cultivator, there are always some things that don't change, in fact, he also found these things from the door, but, what the hell are those exams?

Obviously it's a demon gate, shouldn't it get some blood pools, bone mountains, and other things? How can it be such a formal court and arena? Aren't those things that only the fairy gate can get?

Also, what the hell is an upgrade exam?

Hua Qing, who has not used a pen for many years, can't clearly explain the complicated feelings he felt when he grabbed the pen, his thoughts are still there, and the knowledge of so many years is not fake, and then there is the ability from the divine sense, so that he can quickly grasp the words of this world, and stroke by stroke, it can be said that it is written very neatly, and his answer is naturally standard, there will be no more standard.

It is natural to get the first place, and the bullying that follows, to be honest, can be regarded as a long time to be expected.

Hua Qing stood up, wiped the dirt off his head and face, patted off the dust on his body, and the colors that couldn't be photographed were left to him, anyway, the uniform of the Demon Gate was black, and it wouldn't be too conspicuous.

"You should have resisted, why did you let them fight?"

You Yuanming came over and said, he didn't hide his past feelings for a long time, looking at the ordinary young man in front of him, he had some strange feelings in his heart, because his eyes were too calm, he really didn't look like those people in the Demon Gate who had six desires and seven emotions, but more like the previous immortal cultivators......

Thinking of this, You Yuanming's expression changed slightly, Immortal cultivator, it was a long time ago.

The combination of the Xiuxian Dynasty and the Demon Gate knocked the former Immortal Gate to pieces, and after the mountain protection array was broken, I don't know how many people died, and I don't know how many people leaned towards the Demon Gate like You Yuanming.

What a terrible battle......

Thinking of that battle, You Yuanming inevitably thought of his uncle, why did he blow himself up? Was that kind of situation at that time because he didn't want to fall into the devil?

With such persistence, did you see the Demon Gate today?

"I can't beat it. Hua Qing's answer was very simple, in the face of this immortal Jindan period monk, he didn't want to hide it at all, the Demon Gate, the more wanton the better, where would he pretend to be ruthless and cold like an immortal cultivator.

You Yuanming let out an "oh", without much surprise, and was no longer interested in asking anything, and walked past Hua Qing's eyes.

He wasn't interested in Hua Qing, but Hua Qing was a little interested in him, and it was really eye-catching to see such a clear stream in the Demon Gate!

Coming to this small world unexpectedly, Hua Qing had the worst estimate of his situation, but now it seems that it is not completely unblessed, staring at the back, watching him go away, Hua Qing retracted his gaze, twisted his wrist, felt the dull pain, bared his teeth, and showed a fierce and vicious expression, that group of people, do you think that he, the Venerable, can fight casually?

Even if he has no power after being reborn, he will have many means.

The next day, Hua Qing looked around the court, and was satisfied to see that there were no such people, very good, this small world is still very good, those herbs have not changed much, so he quickly adopted it, and it is great to be able to solve those stupid people.

Hua Qing, who was in a good mood, sat on his seat, looking at the rows of well-behaved people in front of him, the depression in his heart came up again, hell, when did the Demon Gate have to be so orderly?

Hua Qing didn't forget, when he first entered the Demon Gate, a five-year-old child was left in a cold room to live with other people, measuring the spiritual root to choose exercises, and they didn't know how many words meant that they practiced according to the exercises they chose, and after a month, they would die if they didn't cause success, and other successful people might not be lucky, and after a year, if they couldn't survive in the ring, they would only be killed.

With such a high elimination rate, those who can survive in the end are all some outstanding talents, vicious, fierce, they are never lacking, and naturally there are those hypocrites who hide knives in their smiles, but hypocrisy is also a kind of temperament, some people just love to pretend, what can they do?

Hua Qing hates that kind of person the most, knowing that he is bad, but he just smiled so good-looking and gentle, like a white lotus, as long as you relax a little, those invisible ugly rhizomes under the white lotus will be fiercely pierced into your body, sucking blood and eating marrow.

Thinking of those pasts, Hua Qing's face suddenly became gloomy, and he never hid his mood, because there was no need.

"I'm going to give you a lecture today, and this one is mainly about ......"

The young man dressed in white was like a fairy, and when he walked up to the front desk to give a lecture, everyone's eyes were fixed, and the heat in his eyes should be raised, so that this cold classroom was warm and would bubble at any time.

Hua Qing's expression relaxed slightly, it was the same person yesterday!

He already knew who this person was, the prince of a certain dynasty, to be honest, what was the use of this kind of worldly identity? This demon gate, which was completely out of common sense, made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar, familiar with those exercises, which were indeed the exercises of the demon gate, and what was unfamiliar was this kind of management system, which was not a demon gate at all, it was too gentle.

Maybe it's because this small world is relatively peaceful, and there are no monsters and beasts, so these little cubs can only beat people when they bully, which is really naïve and makes people want to laugh.

His thoughts drifted away, and when he was suddenly asked, Hua Qing was still a little stunned, and his reaction was treated as not answering, You Yuanming didn't do much to embarrass him, pressed his hand weakly, asked him to sit down, and then continued.

Hua Qing sat down lazily, oops, it was really troublesome to stand up and answer questions in class, but his voice was really good, and he wanted to fall asleep.

There weren't many classes on this day, the master led the way, and the cultivation depended on the individual. Cultivation is still something that only you can do, if you want to double cultivate, you must first lay a good foundation for yourself, otherwise you will just give people to make up for nothing, and what will happen if you are collected and replenished when you have no spiritual power?

Hua Qing thought of the few hard-tasting guys in the door before, and he really didn't know how to sleep with a dry corpse in his arms, it was too disgusting.

"Huaqing, go out with us. ”

A few black-clothed youths outside shook for a moment, and then one of them called Hua Qing out.

Hua Qing knew where these people with red edges on their black clothes were, the torture hall, didn't it sound even stranger, yes, how could there be such a thing in the Demon Gate?

It's a joke to organize discipline with the Demon Goalkeeper. The world of cultivating immortals is respected by strength, and the Demon Gate has put this kind of strength as respect in all aspects, and people with high cultivation are people who can bully low cultivation at will, even if they beat people to death, they deserve it.

Of course, in order to make the Demon Gate develop better, they do not advocate killing their fellow disciples, but you must know that for the Demon Gate, killing people is not a punishment, not killing is, how to torture people to the point that life and death are what they are more interested in.

Therefore, for a demon gate that happens every day, or rather, all kinds of reasonable, unreasonable, fair and unfair things happen every moment, the existence of the torture hall is completely unnecessary, and with their own attributes, there is no guarantee that what the torture hall gives is fairness and justice.

Hua Qing, who felt a little fresh, obediently followed these people to the torture hall, the furnishings in the torture hall were very deserted, one side was a huge mirror, and then there was an empty hall, only in front of which there was a table and a seat position.

"Hua Qing, you killed five people from the same sect for no reason, do you have anything to defend for this?"

This kind of novel and refined, not at all the Demon Gate style questioning made Hua Qing almost couldn't help but want to laugh, although he knew that there were always some inexplicable strange places in this Demon Gate, but he had always done a good job of following the local customs, he didn't stand when he should have knelt, he was willing to beg for mercy when he should have bowed his head, why was he still amused by these strange points?

Hua Qing, who lowered his head to hide his smile, said in a muffled voice: "What killed the same door, I don't know." ”

The face of the person sitting in front of him was calm, this kind of hard mouth is the most common, thinking like this, he raised his hand and wiped the mirror in the air, and there were immediately ripples like water waves on the mirror, and then there were all kinds of things that happened yesterday, from Hua Qing being beaten, to him to find herbs after him, and then crushed to ashes, and took advantage of the night to burn the ashes outside the room of those people, so that the smoke drifted into the house of those people.

Everything was reflected in the mirror so clearly, so that Huaqing himself was stunned, this is, the mirror of the mirror!

How did the mirror end up here?

A certain Daojun fell in love with a certain Venerable of the Demon Gate, stole the Zongmen Heavy Treasure Mirror and eloped with him, and finally his whereabouts are unknown, those people in the Immortal Gate have always thought that the Demon Gate secretly hid this mirror, but Hua Qing knew that this mirror was not brought into the Demon Gate, so did it fall in this small world?

Hua Qing didn't defend himself, he was whipped a few times, and he was punished for thinking about it, such a punishment is really ...... Hua Qing's heart was complicated, the Demon Gate should not punish this kind of behavior, and if it was to be punished, shouldn't it be to peel the skin and refine the soul or something? What the hell is it that he thinks about the wall? And those whips, what is the use except for pain?

There were chaotic thoughts in his mind, and Hua Qing was still thinking when he was alone in the dark cave, this four-like demon gate, sooner or later he would destroy it.

A thousand years later, Hua Qing, who has become an elder of the Demon Gate, is basking in the warm sunshine, holding his beloved, and still thinking when he lies on the bed, this four-like Demon Gate is actually quite good.

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