Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

Disciples of the Anwu Hall have the best food and clothing, no need to worry about cultivating elixirs, and can choose martial arts at will. It can be said that among the inner disciples, there are countless people who want to join the Anwu Hall.

It is a pity that the method of selecting disciples of the Anwu Hall is not simply to register and enter. Only those who are favored by the sect leader are eligible to join!

But now, with just one word from Qu Jing, ten people from Han Yi can join the Secret Service Hall. Why doesn't this excite them!

'In the sect competition, those who perform well will receive extra care from the sect... It seems that this extra care is to join the secret service hall. This should be the inside story hidden in the sect competition. ...'

Han Yi's thoughts turned and his mind was turbulent.

'Joining the Secret Service Hall, not to mention the additional benefits, just deepening the relationship with the sect leader is tempting enough. No wonder Song Qing is trying his best to get the top spot... After all, there is only the top spot. , can attract the special attention of the sect leader...'

Unlike the nine Song Qing people who couldn't hide the joy on their faces, Han Yi looked as usual and acted calmly.

There was no happy feeling in his heart.

After all, he just wants to fish in the black market!

If you think about it with your toes, you can tell that the treatment in the Anwu Hall is so good, the food is good and the service is good, and there is no shortage of training resources, so people will definitely not be free of food!

As the saying goes, it takes a thousand days to raise an army, but it takes only a moment to deploy it.

Either if something big happens one day, the Anwutang will step in, or they will have to work hard for the sect...

There is no chance of losing the pie in the world!

If you go to the Anwu Hall, it will disrupt your cultivation plan. The most important thing is that you may encounter inexplicable things...

Moreover, Han Yi didn't care at all about the so-called benefits, elixirs, and techniques of Anwutang.

We are obviously on duty in the black market, follow the steps, be stable and safe, this is a broad road, why bother looking for a narrow path?

But, how can I refuse this errand...

"Han Yi, you are the number one in this competition. After joining the Secret Service Hall, you can become the captain and lead a team of people..."

At this time, Qu Jingxian pointed at Han Yi and said bluntly, seemingly not considering the possibility that Han Yi and the others would refuse to join the Secret Service Hall.

As soon as Qu Jingxian finished speaking, Song Qing clenched her teeth, breathed rapidly, and her expression became distorted.

'I shouldn't have started a fight at that time... No, it was all Han Yi's fault. He was the one who provoked me first! ’

Song Qing's eyes looked like she wanted to eat Han Yi alive, and she was jealous and resentful. She had been working hard on the competition for a long time, but she didn't expect that she was making wedding clothes for someone else!

If there weren't sects and elders on the field at this time, Song Qing might have jumped out and scolded Han Yi.

"Sir, Lord, would you like to ask if you can allow me to rest for a few days before I think about it again?"

Han Yi cupped his fists and said humbly.

Anyone can hear the polite refusal in these words.

"puff......"

Song Qing groaned. The position he dreamed of was abandoned by others. He finally couldn't help it, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Han Yi turned his head slightly and gave Song Qing a strange look.

I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry.

"oh......

"Han Yi, you have to know how rare this opportunity is, and how many people want to join the Secret Service Hall...

Qu Jingxian's tone was calm, but full of power. In the Scarlet Flame Sect, no one except that person dared to disobey his wishes.

"Could it be that you think I'm just a deputy sect master and what I say won't work!"

He stood up from his chair, put his hands behind his back, and turned his back to everyone. No one could see his face clearly, but these words were like the north wind in the cold winter, making people shiver.

"metropolitan......"

Han Yi suddenly nodded, coughed slightly, stretched out his wide cuffs, and slid out a package the size of a fingernail.

This is pig blood that he wrapped in casings in advance.

Han Yi opened his mouth, and the pig blood bag entered his mouth.

"Cough...cough!"

Then, he bit the bag and coughed violently, coughing out a handful of blood in his palm.

Dots of blood dripped along the palm lines and fell on the bluestone floor of the hall, just like the plum blossoms blooming under the heavy snow during the ninth cold winter. It was shocking and miserable!

There was bright light and shadow in the hall, and everyone's attention was focused on Qu Jingxian, who had his back turned to everyone. In addition, Han Yi's movements were extremely fast, and no one noticed the little tricks he did.

First, Song Qing raised his head and looked over in shock. Then, everyone found blood stains and stared blankly at the pool of blood in front of Han Yi. The hall suddenly became quiet, leaving only Han Yi's "cough" voice. .

Immediately, Qu Jingxian also noticed something was wrong and turned around quickly. When he saw the pool of blood, he also looked at Han Yi in surprise.

There was some silence in the air for a moment.

Han Yi had another long "cough", and then breathed heavily.

He was out of breath, as if he was seriously ill and about to die.

"Han Yi, what's wrong with you?"

It was Huang Ze who spoke up and asked subconsciously.

After a while, the coughing stopped, and Han Yi said weakly: "The recurrence of old injuries is still the root cause of the disease when I was outside..."

"this......"

Song Qing was so angry that his lips trembled. A few days ago, Han Yi looked full of energy on the stage. How could he be defeated by a sick person?

He suddenly lost his composure and began to doubt his life.

"Master Qu, Han Yi, when this person was in the outer sect, I heard from many outer sect disciples that he was quite smart and powerful, but I didn't hear that he was injured. But maybe the rumors are wrong. Why don't I go and check the injury myself!"

Li Chengfeng's eyes showed a hint of ferocity and began to exaggerate. Since he had decided to eliminate Han Yi, he didn't need to pretend to be so-called merciful. Although he didn't know why Han Yi gave up the bright future of the Dark Affairs Hall, he could take the opportunity to use the "Fire Power" to destroy him!

As soon as Li Chengfeng finished speaking, all four seats in the hall were shocked.

'Isn't Han Yi from Elder Li's lineage? How could he fight among his own people? ’

This is the true thought in many people's hearts. If it weren't for Qu Jingxian's momentum on the stage, I'm afraid people in the hall would have whispered.

When Han Yi heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He knew that his behavior of getting out of Li Chengfeng's control would inevitably be retaliated, but he didn't expect that the revenge would come so quickly. Li Chengfeng actually tore his face in front of the sect master and many elders.

Qu Jingxian had a strange expression, looking at the farce in the audience with a smile. Perhaps, for him, this was an appetizer to adjust his life.

‘What to do...’

Han Yi's thoughts turned quickly. He must not let Li Chengfeng succeed. He knew that even if he was not sick, if Li Chengfeng examined his injuries, he might really have a root of illness!

“Sect Master Qu, someone asked me to bring you a letter...”

At this time, Han Yi suddenly took a step forward, walked out of the line, slowly pulled out an envelope from his arms, and held it up with both hands.

"Oh, hand it over."

Qu Jingxian was startled at first, then said nonchalantly, he was lying on the chair with his arms and legs spread out, as if he didn't expect Han Yi to set a trap.

But it was also true that with Qu Jingxian's strength, few people in Anyan City could hurt him.

"My brother Jingxian:

It's like seeing you in person. It's been more than ten years since we last met. It's been a long time, but it doesn't feel long..."

Qu Jingxian took the envelope and opened it casually, but when he saw the first sentence, his face became serious, he immediately straightened his body and read carefully.

"Han Yi is a boy who knows how to repay kindness and is upright. I am very optimistic about him. If there is a chance, I hope that Junior Brother Qu will train him more. Take care, take care, take care!"

The letter stretched for several pages, and the handwriting was flying and dancing, hearty and not messy.

It can be seen that the person who wrote this letter must have been very excited at the time.

"Hey, Senior Brother Bai..."

Qu Jingxian sighed imperceptibly. If Han Yi was not very close to him, it would be difficult to hear this sigh.

After sighing, Qu Jingxian raised his head, swept away the gloom on his face, and looked at Han Yi with a smile.

Then, he stood up and stretched out his hand to gently pinch Han Yi's right arm.

Han Yi suddenly felt that the numb tendons in his body were pierced by silver needles, and the whole right side was numb.

'Is this strength? ! '

Han Yi was shocked. Although he felt that Qu Jingxian's actions were not malicious, he did not resist. But Qu Jingxian's speed just now was not fast, but there was naturally an invisible aura that suppressed his body.

'It seems that I really underestimated the strength of Tongmai Wushi before...'

His current value of bare hands is '75~99'. If he picks up the black iron sword, he can break 100 and reach '90~120'!

When observing the values ​​of Huang Ze and other elders, Huang Ze, who had the lowest value, had a value of ‘101~120’. Before, he simply thought that he could barely compete with them by relying on the advantage of values.

But now, there is a huge difference between the martial artist in the Tongmai stage and the martial artist who has not entered the Tongmai stage. The suppression of strength on ordinary martial artists is too great!

In other words, even if Han Yi is fully armed, facing Huang Ze, the weakest among the Tongmai, under the suppression of strength, he dare not guarantee that he can compete with him.

Han Yi secretly rejoiced that fortunately he did not have a stubborn head before, relying on his comprehensive strength to break 100, and chose to fight with Li Chengfeng, but hid...

At this time, Qu Jingxian put down Han Yi's right arm, pinched his left arm, then his shoulder, and finally his ribs and spine.

Then, he looked Han Yi up and down, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, turned his head, and said loudly to Li Chengfeng and others under the stage.