During that time, Qianyuan spent every day in the martial arts library of the Demon Sect. After searching day and night, he was successfully attracted by some of the powerful and evil techniques. Among the techniques he was optimistic about, there were also some
Even in the Demon Cult, it is considered a taboo existence. For this reason, it caused a storm in the Demon Cult.
A year and a half after he became a demon, three elders came to Wutian Mountain together, including Elder Wu, who initially led him in the way of martial arts. They advised him to concentrate on practicing demonic skills and not to let those evil techniques ruin his practice.
He then asked several elders: "These exercises can be kept in the arsenal, why can't they be practiced?"
An elder tried hard to persuade him: "The martial arts within the sect each have their own uses. Some basic Wanxiang-level martial arts are used to win people's hearts. The Five Elements-level martial arts are used to cultivate disciples, and the Yin-Yang-level martial arts are used to cultivate talented disciples. As for these, they contain yin.
Only those with strong skills can participate in the techniques of evil forces. If you don’t have enough skills, it is very easy to become possessed!"
He replied: "How do you know that my skill is not enough? How do you know that I can't control this skill?"
"Damn!" Elder Wu, who had been silent next to him, slapped the table hard, pointed at Qianyuan and said, "Do you think you are on the right path now? If you were in this state seven years ago, do you think you are
Will it be favored by everyone?"
He looked into Elder Wu's eyes and saw disappointment, anger and disgust. His face turned red, and he felt a sour taste in his heart. He was silent for a while, then stubbornly lowered his head and said, "What do you think yours is?"
Is there any problem with the road?" Zhuo
But Su Xiaoxian added another sentence. I smacked the table again, blew my beard, and stared at him: "Does he still think he is worthy of the position of the devil?"
At this moment, the flames aroused by Qianyuan's pride quickly took over my mind. I raised my head and looked at Su Xiaoxian and said: "He has no ability to find someone to defeat you! Chengli can find it, such a devil himself
The path chosen is for him to manage!"
"Actually, it doesn't matter that he deliberately approached you. Who made you Qianyuan so talented and famous? It's very abnormal to be worshiped by some cats and dogs, or to have a crush on you. You also hid it from him, he should
I have a crush on you, right?"
Precisely because I don’t have that resistance, I usually resist others interfering with my will and obstructing my behavior. In the long game, I end up enjoying the feeling of conquering my will. When others obey me, a weak and strong force
The sense of accomplishment will arise in the heart, penetrate the bone marrow, and seep into the blood.
On top of Qianyuan's verbal stimulation, Elder Wu's eyes revealed a hint of anger.
There is no weak movement resistance around my white flame blood ghost hand. It is very difficult for a low-level hand in the knight realm to move in the hand. It can reach an almost teleportation speed. It reminds me of the fact that we have just fought against each other.
Yi Xifeng was stunned for a long time. I hurriedly turned my body, and special sharp nails like wolf claws grew out from under this bloody finger. Following my turn, I slowed down and paddled towards Elder Wu.
I wandered around Feng Zhengliang for a few times, and when I saw that the other person's consciousness seemed to be not slacking off, I narrowed my eyes slightly, and rushed to the other person's back in the next moment. When I got close enough to Elder Wu, a rope wrapped around him
Bai Yan's bloody finger formed behind me and stabbed the opponent fiercely. It was also the Broken Ming Finger, but it seemed much less powerful now than when Hou Shijiu was fighting Yi Xifeng. At the same time, in front of the opponent,
A small bloody hand quickly formed and blocked the opponent's approach.
"Every time you hit him, it's less comfortable than hitting some Lin Lei, Zhang Zhu, etc. sandbags! After some experience, his sandbag is the most suitable for you."
Elder Wu turned around in the opposite direction, clapped one hand under Qian Yuan's palm, and used the force to move forward, and the two distanced themselves again.
"I deny it in a bad way. There are many people who don't hate kneeling at other women's feet and begging for mercy. You still hate that bite. He couldn't hold it back before, so he let go and shook his head!"
Elder Wu laughed warmly, dodged Qianyuan's attack range in a flash, and came to Qianyuan.
"The only thing you think is satisfactory is that Chengli's teeth are very ugly." Qianyuan saw that the other party's attacks were sparse and leaky, and there were no flaws, so he continued to use words to stimulate him.
That head-on conflict with the elder was the first time since Qianyuan entered the Demonic Cult, and it was also the most impressive one. The baptism of time, instead of diluting the wound, quickly deposited a thick rust on the wound.
, let that past event become a counter scale that can be touched.
"Since we haven't been friends for a while, you should tell him the truth. After getting along with him for a while, you found that he didn't have any good points to mention. This is not his behavior.
A human sandbag is quite qualified!" Zhuo
"Has he also practiced physical training?" Qianyuan asked reluctantly.
Now standing in front of Elder Wu, I recalled the day when Elder Wu and Lin Lei came together, and I also understood that I had been used by the other party during that time. My weak desire to win and control was constantly there.
Jumping in the chest, I don’t care how strong Elder Wu is, you must step on my feet today!
Seeing that what he just said had not affected Elder Wu, Qianyuan felt annoyed, so he bullied himself down again, rushed directly behind the opponent, and hit the life gate with every punch and palm. From Chengli's perspective, there was a faint evil spirit emerging from my palm.
, combined with the white flames that are emitted from time to time, it can always produce an effect that makes the opponent's defense win.
"Looking at his appearance, the way he shakes it should be quite pleasing to the eye. Then when you go back to Nian Chun Hall, call a few bitches for him, and they can shake it together!"
Elder Wu was originally a boxer and kicker, but he did not use his sword when facing Qianyuan's attack. He was able to defeat Qianyuan with his fists and kicks.
When Qian Yuan was secretly feeling depressed, he saw Elder Wu take a deep breath, his chest swelled slightly, and then regained his previous arrogance before taking it back again.
"You just met in Nianchuntang. What happened? Did he go out here to have fun?"
Qianyuan poked the hole with his finger, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Why did you feel that he was still a hot beauty after that?" Qianyuan became nervous under the pressure from Elder Wu. I returned to my usual ruthless and restrained attitude, stimulating him with words, "
Later, when he was doing things under your hands, how could you tell that he didn't have the backbone? Has he always been very obedient and timid?"
"Do you need it?" Elder Wu still had a mocking face. I stood outside, like a god looking down on all living beings.