If they wanted to make a heroic sacrifice, they could all die in battle under the sixteen cities of human monks, but they chose to endure the humiliation and bear the burden. Since they have all been here to work for so long, there is no point in making a heroic sacrifice.
The Great Elder was waiting for the most outstanding and powerful among their human monks to come to rescue them.
"Huh!" The arrogant-faced supervisor once again whipped down a human monk who was slowing down because he was watching the fierce resistance in the distance. "What are you looking at? If you have the ability, resist, and see if I don't whip your head to bits!"
Let me tell you, I only used 10% of my strength on my side!"
The human monk gritted his teeth and growled: "Sooner or later, you will die in my hands!"
"What did you say?" The overseer was furious and whipped the human monk hard again. The human monk was whipped away with great force and rolled out. The humans next to him hurriedly tried to help him up, but were rewarded by the overseer alone.
A whip.
"Let's see who dares to help him! Keep working, or you will end up like him!" the supervisor roared and strode over.
However, a young man ignored the overseer's words, walked firmly to the human monk, helped him up, and sent his true energy to heal his injuries.
"Bastard! Didn't you hear what I said?" The overseer was so angry that he rolled up the whip in his hand and severely tore the young man's clothes to pieces, revealing the young man's upper body with numerous scars. However, he saw that the young man had been whipped and did not move at all.
Behind the tattered clothes were muscles as strong as a dragon. Even after the barbed whip fell, there were still no scars at all.
"Huh?" The supervisor was startled, and used all his strength to whip the young man again. This time, the young man's shirt was completely smashed by the true energy of his whip, and all the steel-like muscles of the young man's upper body were exposed.
There was only a faint white mark on the place where the whip hit him. The spiked whip could not break through his physical defense at all.
The young man healed the human monk's injury and patted him: "Keep working, we have to be patient. Men can bend and stretch. Now is not the time for us to rise."
He turned around and looked at the overseer, revealing a tough face, and the body in front of him also had countless scars. It made people marvel at how many injuries this young man had suffered and how many battles he had experienced. The scars and old wounds on his body
New injuries were piled on top of each other, and dense scars covered every inch of skin, with no intact inch visible at all.
The overseer's scalp couldn't help but feel numb. He knew how such skin became like this. After the wound healed, it was cracked again, then healed, and cut open again. This was already cruel, compared to
He is now a thousand times crueler when he whips defenseless mortals.
"You, what do you want to do? I warn you, resistance is useless! As soon as you make a move, the Nascent Soul monk will fall from the sky and crush you into a meat pie!" The supervisor with a sinister face stammered a warning,
He had already seen that he was no match for this young man. Regardless of the young man's level of cultivation, just looking at his body that could not be harmed with all his strength, he knew that the young man was not something that a monk like him could deal with.
On the other hand, it would probably be easy for the young man to kill him.
The young man had no intention of taking action. He just looked at the supervisor calmly and said, "If you want to hit someone to vent your anger, just hit me."
"Do you still think I don't dare?" The supervisor became angry and struck the young man with a whip in his hand. On his face, the young man closed his eyes and accepted all this calmly.
The human monks around him looked at him with respect and were also secretly amazed.
Before this, no one knew that the young man had such muscles and scars, and no one knew that his body had been trained to be so strong.
"Stop." A faint voice came, stopping the overseer's seemingly crazy behavior.
The overseer panted and stopped. Looking at the young man in front of him, there were no wounds at all on his body. As expected, his whip could not cause any harm to the young man.
"Sir!" The overseer saluted respectfully to the sky. A Nascent Soul monk from the Qingtian Sect noticed this and slowly came down, calling out to the overseer to stop the whipping.
The young man calmly watched the Yuanying monk arrive, and the Yuanying monk also looked at the young man with great curiosity, "What a strong body training technique, and such a cruel heart! To develop the muscles and skin you have today, you have been beaten since you were a child.
Right? There are still people who use this method to exercise their bodies. Human monks once again amaze me."
The young man said calmly: "When your family, friends, and your tribe are facing survival crises all the time and you are helpless, and a road that is difficult but reveals a faint light of hope appears in front of you, you will also choose
Go take this path, because if you don’t, your heart will suffer greater pain than your body every moment.”
The Yuanying monk narrowed his eyes and asked: "What is your name? Such a powerful body refining technique is not something ordinary people can possess. Who is your master? The great elder of the Heavenly Sacrifice Shrine?"
The young man said: "My name is Xiaomian, and my master is the number one immortal alchemist in the Qingbo Star Territory, number one on the Heavenly Ranking, master of the Medicine King Tower, Qin Changkong, the God of Killing who slayed immortals with his sword!" Speaking of his master, the young man has always said
The calm expression finally changed, it was a kind of reverence and pride from the heart.
"Qin Changkong's disciple!" Monk Yuanying exclaimed, the corners of his eyes began to twitch, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
Even though he is a monk of the Qingtian Sect, he can't help but feel awe when faced with a legendary figure like Qin Changkong who has such a fierce reputation. Qin Changkong killed the Xiahou Immortal, the Holy Son of the Luo Tianzong, and the Black Fox of the Medicine King Palace.
Elder, each of these characters is much more powerful and advanced than a mere Nascent Soul monk.
Even though Qingtian Sect is enemies with Qin Changkong, they have to admit Qin Changkong's strength.
It turns out that this young man is Qin Changkong's disciple. No wonder he has such a perverted body refining technique and such a crazy training method. Qin Changkong's disciple can't be any worse no matter how bad he is.
"Actually, you are very afraid of my master, so you want to capture us here as hostages. You are afraid that my master will become stronger and strong enough to overthrow your Qingtian Sect, so you can't wait to suppress him."
The young man said calmly.
The Yuanying monk couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart, and said: "That bullshit master of yours is nothing in front of the Qingtian Sect! He hasn't been hiding in that fairyland and dare not come out. If he is so powerful,
Why didn't you see him come to save you? How could our Qingtian Sect be afraid of him!"
He took the whip from the overseer's hand with one hand and said fiercely: "Your body refining skills are very strong, I want to see if you can block the attack of the Nascent Soul monk!"
He started to whip his hand and whipped the young man's body. The hard muscles of his body were suddenly broken, leaving a bloody mark.
"Haha, Qin Changkong's disciples are nothing more than that!" Monk Nascent Soul was overjoyed when he saw that he could break through the young man's defense. He whipped off the whip one after another, leaving bloody traces on the little noodle's body.
The nearby human monks turned away sadly, unable to bear to see the little noodles suffering like this.
Only Xiaomian's face remained calm, and he no longer cared about the pain.
When Qin Lang left the Sixteen Cities of Human Monks, and Xiaoying also left with the goddess Handie, he knew that the future path of cultivation would all depend on himself.
He does not have the blood talent of Xiao Ying, and even his cultivation talent is not as good as the geniuses among many human monks. He only has a ruthless energy, the ruthlessness to compete with himself. Qin Lang told him that practicing this "Zhan Tianba"
"Physical Technique", the requirements for cultivation talent are not high. As long as you are diligent enough and tough enough on yourself, you can slowly achieve great success.
Cruel, he thought, this is the only thing I can do to myself.
So he toiled his body day after day, and developed a body that would make anyone's scalp tingle when he saw it. It was trained through countless pains and sufferings. Compared with the vicious hands he had done to himself, Yuan
The pain that the infant monk inflicted on him was simply child's play.
The Nascent Soul monk of the Qingtian Sect originally wanted to see Qin Changkong's disciple be whipped by him until he knelt down and begged for mercy, but in front of him, there was only a little noodle with a cold face and motionlessness. (To be continued)