Since his cultivation, Yin Tian has had the ability to create monsters with his own blood.
These monsters are not only powerful, but also extremely loyal to him. The only drawback is that they have extremely high requirements for raw materials.
The so-called raw materials are people!
A powerful practitioner!
There are two types of monsters he can create, namely the resentful beast and the holding beast.
The Resentful Beast has no restrictions on raw materials, and even the most ordinary cultivators can do it. The strength of the Stitch Monster is directly linked to the cultivation level of the material itself.
On the other hand, the material requirements for the beast are much more stringent.
Practitioners must not only have good cultivation skills, but also must have some indestructible and powerful obsession.
Even so, if Yin Tian wants to transform raw materials into beasts, he must obtain the other party's consent, otherwise it will never be successful.
Because of this, compared to the easily available resentment beasts, the strength of the holding beasts is countless times more powerful.
He originally planned to use Mingcai as a bargaining chip to force Zheng Qiyuan to surrender to him, thus creating a new beast.
Unexpectedly, not only was this young man's strength astonishing, but his willpower was as strong as a rock. He would rather be broken into pieces than destroyed.
In desperation, Yin Tian had no choice but to do the next best thing and planned to use his blood to transform him into a top-notch resentful beast.
However, the development of the situation once again exceeded his expectations.
Blood, which has always been unfavorable, failed!
How can it be?
Absolutely no one in the world can resist my blood!
Not even Yuan Wuji!
Yin Tian's heart was shaken, and he could not accept such a result at all. He gritted his teeth, glared, bit his finger again, stepped forward quickly, and pressed the blood on Zheng Qiyuan's eyebrows.
"hold head high!!!"
The increasingly violent roar of the dragon rose into the sky, and its overbearing power made him retreat repeatedly, causing pain all over his body.
Under the bright golden light emitted by the dragon's shadow, his blood evaporated again, without any effect.
His physique can restrain my blood!
After several attempts to no avail, Yin Tian finally had to accept this fact that shattered his world view.
This child cannot be kept!
The murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and a villain-like idea suddenly popped into his mind.
"Why don't you take action yet?"
At this time, Zheng Qiyuan asked another heart-breaking question, "If you want to kill me, kill me. My brother-in-law will never let you go!"
"Brother-in-law?"
Yin Tian was stunned when he heard this, "Your sister
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Who is your husband?"
"he……"
Just as Zheng Qiyuan was about to answer, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He realized that if Yin Tian knew the truth, he would probably use himself as a bargaining chip to blackmail Zhong Wen. He immediately changed his words and said, "On that day, you will naturally know."
"interesting."
The corners of Yin Tian's lips raised slightly, revealing a strange smile, "I want to see how amazing your brother-in-law is."
"My lord, what you mean is..."
The man in green clothes on the side couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you kill him for now?"
"Kill, of course I have to kill."
Yin Tian shook his head and said, "But not now."
"what do you mean……"
"Public execution."
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Of course Fatty doesn't really want to learn from Uncle Gong.
After all, with the perception of the Mountain Boar Clan Leader, how could he not know that Uncle Gong’s strength is only at the level of the ordinary soul realm? He may be considered a master among ordinary cultivators, but for him who can stand up to the Chaos Guard head-on, he is really weak. Some are not enough to see.
Its original plan was just to get more information about the selection from this middle-aged man who was engaged in training.
The reason for participating in the selection is because the influence of this activity is too great, and it is very likely to attract the attention of Shen Xiaowan and Gu Tiancai. It can be said to be an excellent opportunity to find their lost partners.
But this "Longmen Training Center" founded by Uncle Gong was somewhat beyond his imagination.
It’s not about how big it is or how impressive the architecture is.
On the contrary, there is only one low-level building in the entire training hall, which is deserted and deserted.
Not counting Zhuma and several others, there were only five disciples who came to participate in the training.
And judging from the old and tattered clothes, these five people are obviously not from rich families.
"Uncle Gong..."
Fat Fat hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say that your place can beat 98% of the training halls on the market? Why do you only have these few disciples?"
"this……"
Uncle Gong's face turned red, his eyes flickered, and he said vaguely, "Originally, my training center was quite popular, but since the opening of the Chengxing Training Center next door, the business of our Longmen Training Center has been declining day by day."
"Then what is Chengxing..."
Ilia
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Interjected, "Is it great?"
"The owner of the Chengxing Training Center is named Li Guan. He is just a boastful person."
Uncle Gong sighed with a bitter face, "But his master is an extraordinary person. He has successfully passed the selection and became a high-ranking palace guard. It is because of this relationship that many people mistakenly think that he is very capable. He stole many disciples from me."
"Now that I know he has no real ability."
Zhuma asked in confusion, "Why don't you compete with him openly and let people know which is the best training gym, Longmen or Chengxing?"
"He is backed by palace guards."
Uncle Gong was silent for a long time, and finally replied sadly, "I don't dare."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a lot heavier, and for a long time, no one spoke.
"What are these spoilers doing?"
After all, it was Uncle Gong who was the first to break the silence. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, since I have collected Magatama, I will definitely let you break through the first five games. I still have this confidence. Let's start training without further delay."
After that, he did not hesitate to name the wild boar leader and had a one-on-one competition with him.
A duel purely about fighting skills!
The result of the battle was far beyond everyone's expectations.
Without using any energy, Fatty was no match for Uncle Gong. He grabbed his hind legs, tossed him around like a toy, and beat him arbitrarily. The sound of "bang bang" kept coming and going.
After the fight, the wild boar had a bruised nose, a swollen face, and bumps all over its head. It looked really miserable.
"Fat brother, your foundation is a little weak."
Uncle Gong frowned, trying hard to hide the disappointment in his heart, "If you want to pass the selection, you have to work harder these days."
"Hug, sorry."
Fatty replied dejectedly, his previous contempt for Uncle Gong had long since disappeared.
"I come!"
Before Uncle Gong could say anything to comfort the mountain pig, Zhuma had already jumped up and hit him hard with his fist.
The second battle begins here.
However, the results did not change much.
Without using any energy, as soon as the three moves were completed, Uncle Gong grabbed her arm and threw her over her shoulder. She lay on the ground in a daze, motionless, with disbelief written all over her face.
"Little girl."
The disappointment in Uncle Gong's eyes became stronger and he even started to
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Hajime was worried that his reputation would be lost in the hands of these two new disciples, but his tone was still gentle, "You usually fight with others and don't do much close combat, right?"
Zhuma's pretty face turned red and she opened her mouth, but she was stunned but couldn't spit out a single word.
Seeing that one person and one pig were defeated one after another, Illya was so happy that she took out two magatama and joined the ranks of the disciples in the training hall.
It's a pity that she has been a bad fighter since she was a child. Even though her strength has greatly increased now, she can only rely on the Overlord Body to face the enemy. Her own fighting skills have not improved much. The result is not even as good as Fatty and Zhuma, who were beaten in just one encounter.
Lie down on the ground.
Uncle Gong's power was limited and he could not cause much damage to her, but Illya buried her face on the ground, too embarrassed to get up anymore.
It wasn't until Panda Black and White joined the war that the situation was slightly reversed.
This cute and cute creature actually possesses extraordinary close combat capabilities. It fought back and forth with Uncle Gong for more than thirty rounds before it was defeated because of a small oversight.
"You guys should practice with a few senior brothers first."
After defeating the two men and two beasts, Uncle Gong gave instructions and strode straight out of the house.
"Uncle Gong..."
Fatty asked curiously, "Where are you going?"
"Sign up for you."
Uncle Gong replied without looking back, "If you don't sign up, how will you be qualified to participate in the selection?"
As he spoke, his figure had disappeared, and only his voice still floated from a distance.
"He is so powerful."
Watching the direction he left, Illya wondered, "Why are you willing to stay here and guard a small training hall with no future?"
"There are many people who want to ask Uncle Gong to come over and help."
The eldest of the five disciples suddenly said, "With his ability, if he hadn't been treating his daughter, he wouldn't have been in such a miserable state."
"What disease does his daughter have?" Ilia asked curiously.
"Ghost presses the bed."
The older disciple looked left and right for a moment, then raised his left hand to his lips and spoke cautiously.
"ha?"
Hearing these three words, Ilia felt a little confused.
"That's right, it's a ghost pressure on the bed. Every day when the patient wakes up, his limbs will feel very heavy, as if something is pressing down on the body, and he can't move at all."
The older disciple nodded vigorously and lowered his voice, "She hasn't gotten out of bed for twelve years."