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He also stayed in the Hunyuan Demon Sect for a while, and the day of martial arts passed without realizing it, but Helang was still far away from his task object.
And there is a strict hierarchy in the religion, from the leader to the protector, from the leader to the disciple, he is only at the bottom.
He asked melancholy, "When can I get a glimpse of the leader's face?"
Sure enough, Ge Rulan showed contempt on her face, "Hey, how can the leader be seen by a lowly disciple like you!"
She then bragged about how their leader was unrivaled in martial arts and invincible.
Helang wished she would say more about the leader, but it seemed that she had been in the religion for many years and rarely saw the leader, so it seemed even more mysterious to him.
"That happened many years ago. The leader had not yet become the leader at that time, and many sects with mixed fish and dragons fell in love with the secret treasures in the church and the leader's Hunyuan demon body. Practicing Chi Dao will take care of those little things outside the sect." Ge Rulan said proudly.
Just hearing the word "resolve", Helang's heart sank, and he asked, "Kill...?"
He had thought a long time ago that since the target of the mission is already the leader of a sect, he must have achieved great success in martial arts, but that is not called achievement and fame, it can only be regarded as notorious... A vicious bloodthirsty demon in the world, he How to make him famous
Helang only felt terrible, if he really killed so many people, how serious the crime would be, how can he change the image for him
"What? Do you think it's cruel?" Ge Rulan glanced at him, saw that he looked shocked, and didn't intend to tell him the truth, but just argued according to her own reasoning.
"Those people of the white way keep using protection as an excuse. Why don't they covet the interests of others and hurt us?! They have their reasons for protection, and the leader also has his way of protection."
said, Ge Rulan shook her sleeves and muttered to herself, "No one would want to be that villain for no reason..."
Helang thought of the abandoned person she once said, and felt heavy for a moment, trying to make his tone brighter, "Because the leader is so heroic, I want to see the world, see his face, follow around, and serve him .”
She looked at the man in front of her suspiciously for a moment, and seeing that he did not seem to be lying, she paused, and said in a deep thought: "But my sister can tell you... At this moment, there is a vacancy for the right guardian."
Helang opened his eyes slightly, willing to hear the details.
She led Helang out of the door, looked towards a ring not far from the martial arts training ground, and told him, "Martial arts are the most respected in the teaching. There are several ring competitions in a year, and elites are selected from them to hold important positions in the teaching. At the beginning of the first group arena, those who can still be in the ring after three months can become candidates, and the leader will also take a look."
Helang looked in the direction she said, although he couldn't see it clearly, he saw that the competition on the ring was fierce. shoot.
In this short duel, another person died. Ge Rulan has long been used to it, and raised her chin at him: "The arena here is no different from that of the people of the Baidao, so let's go to the end. There are many drunken martial artists in our Demon Cult Xue, martial idiots who practice magic skills, they will never leave a trace of survival! No one will stop those who are killed or injured in the arena, like this, are you scary?"
Helang shook his head, still determined to go his own way.
This is currently the only chance for him to contact the leader. If his mission fails, he will have to reincarnate in this world... To be honest, he doesn't need to be afraid of death.
Ge Rulan saw that he was too stubborn, and her good intentions to dissuade him failed, so she ignored him, looked at his slender body, and smiled slightly, "Okay, how long have you been here with the Devil's Cult?"
The guardians around the leader must be people with high martial arts skills, and because they are close to the leader, and there are established rules, they must be trustworthy people who have been in the religion for many years.
From this point of view, his chances of success are slim to none.
Helang didn't care, just smiled and said, "This is a convention, there is no express regulation."
Ge Rulan narrowed her eyes, twisted his ears, the sharp nails scratched Helang's ears, and she repeatedly begged for mercy.
"Go and die!"
Although she only left this ruthless sentence before leaving, when Helang came to the training ground the next day, Ge Wenjing didn't come up and fight like before.
Without saying a word, he picked up Helang's sword, infused him with the true sword energy, and then threw the sword back to him.
"I heard my sister tell you about you... Well, you are very brave. Let's wait and see."
After all, he has only been a teacher for a few months, and he has this ambition. Although he is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, he still has the courage that none of them have.
"This kind of kindness can't be repaid." Helang took the sword, still a little unresponsive, quickly thanked him, and smiled at him.
Ge Wenjing clenched his fist against his lips and coughed a few times, then nodded, "It's indeed a loss—but you're quite resistant to fighting. Over the past month, I've figured out a lot of ways to play with my newly practiced Wuyin Palm."
This real martial arts sword qi is extremely rare, and it contains a strong air path, which is a perfect match for a sword with flexible aura like the Void Spirit Sword. When it was attached to the blade, the Void Spirit Sword began to buzz , the shock made Helang's tiger's mouth ache, and it was so lively that it seemed to jump up at any time and dance the sword.
In order not to be controlled by the Void Spirit Sword, Helang took a deep breath, channeled the zhenqi that he had already mastered skillfully, rose from the lower abdomen, passed through the chest, the veins of the arms rushed to the wrists, raised the sword and made a move Practicing one form at a time, the final movements are getting faster and faster, with ease, it doesn't seem like he is moving, but the sword is leading him to move.
This sword energy is full of strength, like a naughty child, if he doesn't control it properly, the sword will vibrate and rush straight to the sky, ready to take him to ride the clouds at any time.
Ge Wenjing was excited by seeing it, and immediately wanted to confront him on this.
He Langning, who was already flying in mid-air, drew a circular arc with the tip of the sword, facing Ge Wenjing, and easily dispelled the layers of palm waves he slapped.
Armed with powerful weapons, Heron finally learned to attack instead of dodging all the time.
His confidence has greatly increased, and he has practiced swordsmanship now. Even some difficult movements, the sword energy makes him do them smoothly and naturally, and Ge Wenjing is forced to retreat step by step with every move.
Looking at the young man in front of him, grasping his sword and flying like clouds and flowing water, with a magnificent appearance, Ge Wenjing weighed a scimitar in his hand with a half-smile and blocked his sword.
When the weapons met, there was a crisp collision sound, and Helang also retreated slightly, and landed firmly on the ground, thanking Ge Wenjing for his teaching.
This arena lasts for three months, and there will be a battle every day. The leader has to be on the stage on the last day in order to have the opportunity to meet the leader.
Now that the competition has been going on for more than a month, He Lang plans to fight against the champion of the day in the final battle, and take advantage of this time to improve his martial arts.
Ever since he got the true martial arts sword energy, He Lang had tasted the feeling that he was no longer powerless to fight back, his confidence increased greatly, and he began to enter the state of being obsessed with martial arts.
He is aware of his strengths and weaknesses, and he also knows that his weaknesses cannot reach an excellent level in a short period of time, so he can only seek breakthroughs in his swordsmanship, holding that attack is the best defense, and began to look for how to make him stand in the same place. The way to maximize the lethality within the move.
There are many seniors in the Devil's Cult, and he has tried to ask for advice modestly, but none of them are as easy to get along with as Ge Rulan, not to mention their bad temper, they will fight him even if they disagree.
His progress was ridiculed by disciples of the same rank, who said that since he came, he relied on Hall Master Ge and Mo Ji to gain a foothold, and even wanted to hug the thigh of the senior. With such a handsome face, he must have no strength. Convinced, it is also necessary to find Helang to discuss.
In this back and forth, He Lang also provoked many people who loved to pester and fight him. Although it made him feel physically and mentally exhausted, he also gained a lot.
Although Ge Rulan said that killing someone who was looking for trouble was fine, but Helang always felt that it was too much, and he usually stopped when he hurt the other party half a point.
He didn't talk to most of the people here, and he didn't know each other every time, and the injuries on his body never stopped.
During the healing process, He Lang often visited a doctor in the church. He seemed to be nameless, but he was called a ghost doctor by others.
The ghost doctor is over half a century old, his hair is black and gray, extremely disheveled, he always likes to talk loudly, but unfortunately no one is willing to listen to it, except Helang.
It was hard to find someone who was willing to listen to him talk about his bravery in the past, and the ghost doctor was willing to heal him while bragging, but seeing that he had suffered many injuries and spent a lot of herbal medicine, he was also a little impatient, and asked Helang Whoever offends, why does this injury not heal every day.
Helang answered vaguely, only saying that he was studying martial arts.
The ghost doctor sighed, and wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but remembered that his shoulder was injured, so he gave up, "Young man, what are you doing so hard for?"
Helang heard concern from him after a long time, and seeing that he was always alone, he couldn't bear it, and he didn't want to deceive him, so he confessed.
When he heard that he wanted to participate in the group arena, the ghost doctor's white eyebrows moved slightly, and he couldn't help but look at him with admiration, "What a boy, you have ambition."
Kua, the ghost doctor also stroked his beard and said, "I think back then, the old man also fought in the ring. At that time, everyone in the audience was a master, but the old man won the applause of the audience without three moves. In the end—"
Helang didn't know whether what he said was true or not, so he just listened with a smile.
The author has something to say: Lao Gong still hasn't come out == well, just use it as a foreshadowing, don't dislike slow progress, Helang is working hard to become stronger so as not to be killed by Lao Gong... He will come out in the next chapter =3=
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