The leader of the Western Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect.
The East Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect and Zuo Zimu's Wuliang Sword Sect originally belonged to the same Wuliang Sword Sect, but many years ago they split into three sects: East, North and West.
There is a competition for orthodoxy every five years, and famous figures in the world are invited to be witnesses. The winner can live in Jianhu Palace for five years.
This year's winner is Zuo Zimu's East Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect. After losing, Xin Shuangqing returned to the sect with his disciples.
That night, while sleeping in a mountain forest, Xin Shuangqing sat cross-legged on a large rock with her eyes closed and fell asleep. Suddenly, a young man in gold slapped her awake and said that he would buy her five years of inner strength.
Xin Shuangqing cursed angrily. There was no point in the world using money to buy inner strength. He immediately waved his palm to knock down this young maniac.
The opponent's figure was erratic, like catkins in the wind, moving left and right with no trace at all. Xin Shuangqing slapped him fifteen times in a row, but none of them touched the corner of the young man's clothes.
In particular, this young man never blushed or breathed, and his expression remained calm.
The young man jumped up, jumping on top of his head, on his head and on his feet, with his palms on the top of his head. The infinite suction force emitted from his palms sucked away most of the internal energy he had worked hard to cultivate.
Xin Shuangqing's body was shaking like an electric shock and he couldn't move.
After absorbing the inner energy, before leaving, the boy ridiculed that his internal energy was too weak and he did not dare to inhale more, fearing that he would be sucked to death.
Xin Shuangqing had never been so humiliated before. He became so angry that he vomited blood and fell to the ground unconscious.
…
The Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.
The owner of the valley, Zhong Wanchou, has a perverse personality and has a terrible nickname, "Killing everyone on sight". He is also a well-known figure in Dali.
That night, Zhong Wanchu put his daughter-in-law "Qiao Yaocha" Gan Baobao to sleep, and practiced sword skills in the courtyard by the moonlight, planning to fight Duan Zhengchun next time he saw him.
"Your sword skills are too bad. Even if you practice for five years, you are still no match for Duan Zhengchun's Yiyangzhi!" Suddenly, a long voice came.
"Who! Come out here!" Zhong Wanchou looked around.
"I'm here!"
In the middle of nowhere, a young man in golden clothes walked out of the darkness.
"Who are you? Are you here to kidnap my baby?" Zhong Wanchou turned around and ran into the house to see if his wife was still there.
"Don't go to all the trouble. I'm not interested in middle-aged women. I came to you to buy you five years of strength." said the young man in gold.
"Buying internal energy? Could it be that you are the little Xingxiu evil demon who goes around sucking up people's internal energy!" Zhong Wanchou said in panic.
Hearing this nickname, Lu Qian couldn't help curling his lips.
After absorbing the inner strength of the masters of the Eastern and Western Sects of the Wuliang Sword Sect, he completed five major cases in a row, and his reputation spread.
Because of his young age, he was able to absorb people's internal energy everywhere, and his methods were similar to those of Huigong Dafa, which made everyone in Dali's martial arts community feel insecure. Some people gave him the nickname "Xingxiu Little Demon".
I heard that in the past few days, many famous martial arts figures in Dali are going to stand up and set up a demon-slaying conference to kill this little evil star.
"Now that you know it, don't resist!"
Lu Qian stretched out his palm, and the strong wind blew and exploded the air current.
The fierce storm of energy rushed out, Zhong Wanqiu's clothes were shattered, his skin was sunken, and his long hair was flying.
The palms that looked like gods and demons gradually enlarged in Zhong Wanchou's eyes, and his body seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, unable to exert any strength at all.
Facing this palm, Zhong Wanchou was left with only his mind active.
wrong!
Big mistake!
How could this person be the little Xingxiu Demon? He was simply a ferocious beast in human form!
The palm of his hand was placed on Zhong Wanchou's face, and the strong suction force lifted up the internal energy in his Dantian and poured it into his body.
Bah! Zhong Wanchou fell to the ground weakly, with ten gold bars beside him.
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Shennong Gang.
Gang leader Sikong Xuan sat on the throne.
Below, more than a hundred members of the Shennong Gang stood quietly.
Zuo Zimu, Xin Shuangqing, Zhong Wanchou, and the other five sect leaders were all attacked by the little demon Xingxiu one after another. There were only a few famous sects left in Dali.
The Shennong Gang is one of them.
Just in case, Sikong Xuan prepared defenses in advance.
"Are you all ready?"
"alright!"
Hundreds of gang members waved their weapons and shouted in unison.
Sikong Xuan nodded happily. There were so many elite gangs that no matter how powerful the little evil demon Xingxiu was, it would be difficult for him to get any benefits.
Tap tap tap...
There were footsteps outside the hall door, and a young man slowly walked into the hall with his hands behind his back.
Golden clothes!
Fifteen or sixteen years old!
He is 1.8 meters tall!
Handsome looking!
…
All these characteristics, put together, turned out to be the terrifying little Xingxiu demon!
"Do it!"
The moment the young man stepped into the hall, Sikong Xuan stood up and shouted.
First, a large web of spider silk fell from the roof.
This large net has many thorns and small thorns tied to the wires. The thorns are blue in color and exude a fishy smell. One look at it, and you can tell that it has been coated with poison that will seal the throat when it sees blood.
Then, twenty ambushed archers on both sides of the hall were dispatched. The arrows were also coated with poison. Bang bang bang, the bowstring was pulled, and sharp arrows were shot out, directly at the young man.
Then, the rest of the gang came forward, waving their spears, spears, and swords, and stabbed at the young man.
In an instant, all three groups attacked together, and Sikong Xuan was about to kill this little Xingxiu demon in the main hall of the Shennong Gang.
Facing a three-pronged attack, the young man had a lot of time to deal with.
"I heard that your Shennong Gang is preparing for war and preparing for war. Are these the means you have prepared for me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man took a long breath.
The strong suction force seemed to suck all the breath in the hall into its belly, the candlelight swayed, and a terrifying whistling sound sounded in the air.
The clothes of those who attacked were sucked and swayed endlessly. At this moment, the arrows they fired lost their direction of movement and flew towards the tip of the young man's nose.
The long breath suddenly stopped, and then the boy shouted loudly.
ah!
The sound is like a lion roaring or a tiger roaring.
An invisible sound wave centered on the boy's body and spread rapidly in all directions in concentric circles.
The beads falling from above the head were directly broken by the shock, turning into countless fragments and flying out.
The flying arrows immediately shattered and flew out after being swept away by the sound airflow.
The clothes on the gang members who came with weapons were shattered into rags, and they all bleed from their orifices. They covered their heads and fell to the ground.
Sikong Xuan, who was sitting on the throne, was dizzy, vomiting blood from his mouth, and lay limp.
At this moment, the entire hall was shaking and seemed about to collapse.
This was just the momentum created by the young man's roar.
"It's a pity that this method is really not very good..."
The young man lowered his voice, stepped in front of Sikong Xuan, and said with a smile: "Let me tell you, originally, I didn't intend to look for you. You are the one to blame for all this."
Sikong Xuan broke through his defense instantly.
"The Demon-Slaying Conference is about to be held, and you are not far from death..."