Lu Ming had a headache. He thought that helping to frame a new disciple was just a side-effect. He didn't expect that things would develop to this point, and they were completely out of his control!
The third level...the last level left! If Zheng Shiyi really passes the third level, then today will not just be a simple matter of losing face, but his own life may be at risk!
If you don’t want to eat soft or hard food, what should you do now
"Xiao Lu, what are you in a hurry for?" Wei Zhixing stretched out his hand to separate Lu Ming and Zheng Shiyi, and said with a bit of a vicious smile: "Do you think this little beast can survive three hundred soul-killing rods?"
A simple question made Lu Ming feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes seemed to bulge out. He looked at Elder Wei in surprise and said, "Three... three hundred soul-killing rods?"
The soul-destroying stick is made from special materials. One stick! Not to mention the skin and flesh were torn apart, even the soul was shaking.
If the challenger can withstand a hundred soul-killing rods, the people of Sanguantang, no matter what conflicts they have with the challenger, must be fair and equitable and clear away the grievances of the challenger.
If the challenger can withstand the two hundred soul-killing rods, the leader will come forward to clear the grievances of the challenger! However, whether to punish all those who framed the challenger depends on the leader's intention.
However, if the challenger can withstand the three hundred soul-killing rods, neither the leader nor the Sanguantang can interfere with the challenger's efforts to clear his grievances, and he can kill whoever he wants!
It's a pity that the soul-destroying sticks are deadly. The sticks can destroy souls. Unless you have super endurance and character, few people can survive a hundred sticks.
As for the two hundred sticks and the three hundred sticks, no one dared to challenge them, and Sanguantang never allowed the disciples who came to challenge them to challenge them.
Wei Zhixing asked Zheng Shiyi to challenge three hundred soul-killing rods, and his purpose was already obvious! That is... beat him to death!
"You can break through the sword qi barrier, and you can come out of the gravity barrier of the nine rounds of Qi Wheel Realm, but you can't withstand these three hundred soul-killing rods no matter what you say!"
The soul-killing stick destroys souls. One stroke of the stick can make the soul of the person being beaten tremble for three times. No matter how strong the endurance of the person being beaten is, after three hundred sticks, the person being beaten will die because of his soul being scattered.
Perhaps before the three hundred sticks were reached, the person who was beaten had already passed away from the pain because he could not bear the heavy damage caused by the soul-killing stick to his body.
Lu Ming suddenly realized that all his previous worries were unnecessary! Wei Zhixing has been an elder here for so long. How can he be as knowledgeable as a newcomer like Zheng Shiyi
Three hundred soul-killing sticks, that’s killing people!
Others in Sanguantang looked blankly at Zheng Shiyi, who was determined to challenge.
Others don't know how powerful the soul-killing stick is, but they know it better than they know how much private money they have. With Zheng Shiyi's frail body, let alone three hundred sticks, even thirty sticks would be enough!
Can three hundred soul-killing rods make Lu Ming change his attitude? Zheng Shiyi raised his long eyebrows slightly, secretly wondering, what exactly are the three hundred soul-killing rods? It's just... If you want to kill Lu Ming, this is the only way! That being the case, what else is there to consider
"It's just three hundred soul-killing rods..." Zheng Shiyi took a deep breath and said, "Now that we have come this far, there is no reason to retreat..."
There was a ferocious smile on Wei Zhixing's face, he was afraid that Zheng Shiyi wouldn't play anymore! As long as you keep playing! Then... just wait to die!
Wei Zhixing turned around and shouted at the member who controlled gravity: "Wenjun! Go get the soul-killing stick!"
Wenjun was still in shock. After hearing what Elder Wei said, he quickly ran to get the soul-killing stick.
After a while, he walked out holding a three-foot-long soul-killing stick in both hands, with several needles and cones on the head and blue current flowing throughout.
Wherever he passed, the people next to him were confused and their bodies twitched unconsciously.
After he walked away, cold sweat continued to break out on the palms of these people.
Wei Zhixing took the soul-killing stick and sneered at Zheng Shiyi, "If it weren't for the sect's rules, the cultivation level of the person who wields the stick cannot exceed the realm of the challenger. I really want to swing a few sticks for you this time. I want to see See how many blows you can take!"
The power of the soul-destroying stick is also different depending on the cultivation level of the wielder. If the sect didn't have such a rule, and Elder Wei wanted to use the stick himself, no challenger would be able to withstand the blow.
Wei Zhixing turned around and handed the soul-killing rod to the person behind him. A man in a blue robe with a strong body and a scar on his face ordered: "Hao Dong, don't show mercy to me!"
"Yes, elder!" Hao Dong took the soul-killing rod respectfully, with a cold light in his eyes, and walked towards Zheng Shiyi with a sinister smile.
Zheng Shiyi found a clean place and lay down on the ground. As long as he survives these three hundred sticks, he can clear his grievances. Xu Sa, the people from the Law Enforcement Hall, and Old Man Wei, just wait to die!
The wielder raised the soul-killing stick. In an instant, the sky above became much gloomier. The blue electric current roared and ran wildly on the soul-killing stick like a wild horse.
"First shot!"
The soul-killing rod fell down with a fierce force like a mountain collapsing.
The strong wind it carried was like huge waves, rippling around, causing people in the distance to take several steps back.
"Snapped!"
A powerful and heavy blow fell on Zheng Shiyi. Zheng Shiyi felt numbness all over his body and sharp pains, like ants eating away at him, like ice blades piercing his heart. The pain was so painful that he almost passed out.
pain! There are many kinds…
Zheng Shiyi has endured many kinds of pain, including the pain of having his martial spirit taken away. He thought that there was no pain in the world that could be compared to having his martial spirit taken away.
But... now... Zheng Shiyi began to understand that there is really a kind of pain in this world, and it is not inferior to the pain of having the martial spirit taken away! And... this kind of pain needs to be endured two hundred and ninety-nine times.
The beaten body was riddled with holes, and large amounts of blood flowed out.
Waves of hot sweat came out of his head like steam!
Until this moment, Zheng Shiyi completely understood one thing... Why did that old bastard Wei Zhixing believe so strongly! There is no way I can hold on! This is fatal damage!
Soul-destroying stick, soul-destroying stick!
Without super perseverance and endurance, it is impossible to survive even one blow, let alone one hundred!
Zheng Shiyi gritted his teeth, and the soul seeds in his body were beating at high speed, releasing wave after wave of martial soul powers.
Wave after wave of spiritual energy, like a wild beast breaking through the sky, continuously enters the injured part and enters the cells.
"As long as you survive three hundred sticks, you will be finished!"
Because of the pain, Zheng Shiyi's eyes were instantly filled with angry killing intent.
"Snapped!"
Another stick fell, and the same severe pain and numbness as before came from the injured area again.
Zheng Shiyi could hardly bear the pain and passed out on the spot!
"Boom!"
Soul Zhongru sensed Zheng Shiyi's crisis, and his beating speed was several times more fierce than before.
Under its high-speed beating, the deepened crack was recovering at a rapid pace.
"Keep pushing me harder!"
Looking at Zheng Shiyi's bloodless face, Wei Zhixing had a proud smile on his face. This kind of disobedient disciple should be dealt with properly. He raised his arms high happily, and then lowered his arms hard. He issued commands that made him feel extremely comfortable.
The wielder hurriedly increased the intensity of his swing.
Lu Ming, who was on the side, waved his hand to Elder Wei excitedly and said, "Elder Wei, don't be so anxious. He has to fight to reach 300 sticks. How bad it would be to beat him to death now!"
Elder Wei nodded in acquiescence and said with a smile: "That's right."
However, he did not order the wielder to reduce the strength of his swing.
"Third baton!"
"Fourth baton!"
“…”
"The hundredth great!"
As the attacker dropped the first blow, the onlookers opened their mouths in surprise, "Oh my God, he can withstand a hundred blows!"
"That's a hundred awesome!"
"In terms of Sanguantang's record, there are only one or two people who can withstand a hundred sticks!"
"I didn't expect this kid to reach 100 sticks! It's really incredible!"
Before the soul-killing stick hit them, they were already uneasy. The strong wind brought by the soul-killing stick when it fell caused them to take a few steps backward.
They already know the power of the soul-destroying stick. Let alone one stick, they can't even withstand half a stick, let alone a hundred sticks.
This guy was really good. Not only did he survive one or two sticks, he actually managed to survive a hundred sticks.
You know, no matter which one of the hundred sticks fell, Zheng Shiyi's face would turn pale and he would be close to death.
But what they couldn't figure out was how they could endure this state without dying or fainting
Moreover, if it is inferred based on the previous situation, he is likely to be able to accept the next blows one after another.
One hundred list! Just a hundred sticks…
Wei Zhixing's face had become very ugly. As Zheng Shiyi withstood more soul-destroying rods, his face began to gradually turn darker.
When Zheng Shiyi received the tenth blow, he clearly showed that he couldn't stand it! Why did it pass so quickly... Or was it still in that state where you were about to die at any time, but just couldn't die
If he continues like this, he is very likely to break through 200 and reach 300.
"No, I need to order the wielder to use more force!"
Feeling uneasy in his heart, Wei Zhixing turned his attention to the wielder, hoping to make him increase the intensity, but the arm he had just raised lowered it again. It was now the limit stipulated by the sect! If it continues to increase... it will be a violation of the rules!
Those who fail to pass the three levels will be personally investigated by the disciplinary elders...
When Wei Zhixing thought of punishing the elder, his face became even more ugly, and he cursed in his heart: When will this old guy die? He is not dead! I can't do anything out of bounds! Otherwise, that old guy would really find something out of the deceased and kill me!
"Elder Wei..." Lu Ming was really anxious at this moment...
Wei Zhixing turned around with a kind smile and patted Lu Ming on the shoulder: "Xiao Lu... have you ever heard of the story of a straw that killed the cow?"
"If you put a piece of straw on the cow, the weight of the straw will not affect the cow. But put it on the cow one by one."
"When it reaches a certain level, the cow may not be able to bear it anymore. If one more stick is needed, the cow will be crushed to death by this stick!"
"Although this kid survived one blow after another every time in a lingering way, don't you think that these one hundred blows have almost reached his limit, and it won't be long before he can't bear it anymore Got it!"