Full level ruthless person

Shua!

Another silver bean emerged, and after it burst, a heavenly soldier was revealed.

"Come and fight!"

The horse-faced young man was full of vigor and fighting spirit.

He held the sword in his right hand, condensing the vast sea.

He held the spirit bead in his left hand, dazzled.

But the heavenly soldier was not polite, he drew his sword from the sheath, stepped on the ground, and performed a set of extremely exquisite swordsmanship, which was unstoppable.

"This..."

The horse-faced young man choked and soon couldn't laugh.

Although the heavenly soldier's cultivation was the same as his, his swordsmanship was perfect and reached the highest level, which was better than his!

"So strong!"

The horse-faced young man finally understood why Master He Ye lost to the heavenly soldier.

At the same level, the heavenly soldier's proficiency in various skills was full, and no one could stop the surging momentum.

After only a few rounds of fighting, the horse-faced young man began to feel anxious and stretched, and had to desperately activate the Shenglong move.

Seven times in a row!

The power of the Qishenglong sword was strong and exhilarating.

However, the heavenly soldier also burst into a big move, with a magnificent and unpredictable sword, like a meteor chasing the moon, swift and resolute.

Canghai was instantly suppressed, and the Qishenglong was dwarfed and in vain.

"You!"

The horse-faced young man breathed heavily, and he felt powerless and desperate in his heart, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth, still unwilling to give up, and shook the spirit bead unwillingly, letting go.

However, the armor on the heavenly soldier was not vegetarian, and it was immune to the spiritual attack of the spirit bead.

Bang~

The horse-faced young man was shaken and flew out of the secret room, like a kite with a broken string, and fell headfirst outside the door.

Fortunately, Uncle Tang was quick-witted and supported him, so that he didn't fall flat on his face.

"Uh... Gulp..."

The horse-faced youth's face flushed strangely, and a mouthful of fishy and sweet liquid gushed out from the depths of his throat, but he swallowed it back abruptly, leaving only a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm fine."

The horse-faced youth was full of shame, and laughed bitterly: "The heavenly soldiers are indeed extraordinary. Without strong strength, it is impossible to win."

Hearing this, a bitter-faced monk stood out from the crowd, put his hands together, and said expressionlessly: "The monk should be strong enough."

The horse-faced youth: "..."

Master Pohe laughed: "Don't blame me, don't blame me, this is Junior Brother Poshan, he has been in seclusion for many years, he is upright and not good at speaking."

While speaking, the bitter-faced monk has stepped into the secret room and took off a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

The heavenly soldiers appeared immediately.

"The Buddha said: The world changes with a flick of the finger, and the beauty is in an instant."

The bitter-faced monk raised his hands and held up the string of 108 Buddhist beads.

Then, the Buddhist beads were suspended in the air, evenly distributed, forming a perfect circle, spinning and whirring with a loud sound.

The bitter-faced monk looked solemn and flicked his finger.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a Buddhist bead burst out, with the speed of thunder and lightning, in the blink of an eye.

When~

The heavenly soldier stopped and looked down. There was a fist-sized dent in his chest, and a Buddhist bead was embedded in the deep, and sparks flew everywhere.

But this is not over yet!

The remaining 107 Buddhist beads, under the flick of the bitter-faced monk, burst out like a pear blossom in a rainstorm, and hit the heavenly soldier all at once.

The heavenly soldier retreated again and again, and the armor was sparking, gradually twisting and deforming, and holes appeared one after another.

Seeing this, Master Pohe and others smiled happily and their morale was greatly boosted.

"Although my junior brother Poshan has only the cultivation level of the middle stage of Wuzong, he has cultivated the 'Finger-Snapping Buddha Skill' to perfection and can take the initiative. He has never lost in a competition of the same level." Master Pohe laughed, and he was quite proud of his words.

The horse-faced young man suddenly had a complicated expression and felt ashamed, feeling that he had brought shame to Canghaimen.

Not long after, the heavenly soldiers were defeated and scattered and disappeared.

The bitter-faced monk breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly to the depths of the secret room.

He came to the woman and the young man, frowned and looked at them, and finally did not disturb them. He just put his hands together, closed his eyes and silently recited a scripture.

Then he walked to the black box, looked at it carefully for a while, and reached out to push it.

Unexpectedly, the lid opened without difficulty.

The bitter-faced monk stretched his head to look inside the box and was suddenly stunned.

After a while, he seemed to understand something, reached into the box and fished it out.

Dingdang~

With a crisp bell sound, the bitter-faced monk had a copper bell in his hand, which looked extraordinary.

"Amitabha!" The bitter-faced monk smiled with satisfaction and turned to leave the secret room.

Everyone gathered around.

No need to ask, the bitter-faced monk introduced: "Junior Brother He Ye is right. After defeating the heavenly soldiers, you can indeed get a treasure from the black box."

Uncle Tang asked: "How many treasures are there in the black box?"

"Too many!"

The bitter-faced monk had an unfathomable expression on his face and said to himself: "One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi."

Everyone was confused and didn't understand.

The bitter-faced monk didn't explain much, just closed his eyes and ignored everyone.

The copper bell was put away by him, and he didn't mean to show it off at all.

Seeing this, Bu Yan'e was unhappy, her fair face tensed, and she said coldly: "It is better to ask for help from yourself than to ask for help from Buddha. I will go and see it with my own eyes."

She turned her head and rushed into the secret room, and soon heard the sound of fierce fighting.

"Shenglong!"

Bu Yan'e stood on the sea, straightened her waist, and her sword skills were like waves, turning into a raging wave to press down on the heavenly soldiers.

That's not all, she can also perform two tasks, dancing the amber scarlet silk to fight.

"Bind the spirit!"

I saw the rays of light surging, and the more than one meter long amber scarlet silk grew in the wind. In an instant, it stretched to a length of a hundred meters, as if it wanted to fill the entire secret room.

The heavenly soldiers were facing the impact of the rising dragon. When they raised their heads, the amber scarlet silk suddenly turned into thousands of silk ropes and swooped down, like a big net surrounding him, airtight.

"tight!"

Bu Yan'e gave a sweet shout, and then tens of thousands of silk ropes closed the net, tightly binding the heavenly soldiers.

Shenglong's sword moved his head!

Bu Yan'e wins!

"good!"

Uncle Tang and others sighed while touching their palms.

You know, Bu Yan'e is only in the early stage of martial arts, but the talent she shows is really amazing, and her future is immeasurable.

The next moment, Bu Yan'e walked to the black box and stretched her head to look inside.

Her expression changed, she pondered for a moment, and then reached out to fish it out.

Uh-huh!

The precious light flashes!

A treasure that looked like a jade slip appeared out of thin air in Bu Yan'e's hand.

"Yeah!" She couldn't help but smile brightly, twisted her waist happily, and walked out of the secret room.

Uncle Tang stepped forward to greet her, nodded and praised, "The little girl has really grown up and is now able to stand alone."

The horse-faced young man asked: "What's in that box?"

Bu Yan'e explained happily: "There are countless light spots in the black box, flying like meteors. Each light spot should be a magic weapon. What you can catch depends on luck, and there is only one chance."

She shook the jade slip in her hand and said proudly: "This is a secret method of spiritual cultivation, at least at the martial saint level."

Everyone couldn't help but be moved.

Later, Buddha Po Kong entered the secret room and broke through, showing his profound Buddhist teachings and defeating the heavenly soldiers.

He fished out a tiger-shaped jade pendant from the black box. It was quite exquisite, but he didn't know what to use it for.

Next, it was the turn of the white-haired boy. He was at the peak of the martial arts, and he had been raped for countless years with various skills. He was confident.

Unexpectedly, after he fought with the heavenly soldiers, they fell into a stalemate until they were exhausted and ended in a bitter defeat.

Then it was Master Pohe's turn. He used his Vajra Finger Sword to open the way, and suddenly fired out streaks of bright golden light, which was so powerful that it shook the entire world.

The heavenly soldiers swung their swords to meet the attack, not falling behind at all.

But Master Pohe approached, opened his mouth, and let out an angry lion roar, suppressing the heavenly soldiers on the spot.

"Haha, a small victory by half a move."

Master Pohe smiled and walked towards the black box.

But suddenly, he turned a corner unexpectedly, came to the woman and the young man, and squatted down.

The woman has a good appearance, and the boy is also very handsome. Their facial features are somewhat similar. The more they look at each other, the more they look like a mother and son.

These two people were frozen, not breathing, as if they had been dead for many years.

"Corpse?"

Master Pohe frowned slightly, slowly raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and touched the woman...

No, the back of the boy's hand!

Everyone looked at him one after another.

In fact, everyone is also curious about whether those two people are dead or alive.

Thunder~

Suddenly, Master Pohe felt as if he had been struck by an electric shock. His whole body stiffened and trembled, and then his skin shriveled up visibly to the naked eye.

"Brother!"

"Grandmaster!"

A sudden change occurred, and the nine people outside the door all changed their faces and were shocked.

However, only one person can enter the secret room at a time, and others can only watch helplessly, helpless.

After a while, Master Pohe fell down, his whole body was sucked dry, and he turned into a mummy.

An eminent monk at the top of the martial arts sect died inexplicably.

But that handsome young man remained motionless from beginning to end, as if he had never done anything.

After a while, it was still the same.

Everyone took a few breaths and gradually calmed down.

Po Kong Buddha clasped his hands together and said sadly: "Senior brother seems to have violated a taboo, and this is why he suffered a tragic accident."

The evil monk who broke the precepts was silent for a moment and said in deep thought: "As long as you don't touch those two people, you should be fine."

Having said that, who can guarantee that?

What if Master Pohe’s unnecessary actions lead to unpredictable variables, and the next person who enters the secret room will also encounter something unexpected?

Currently, there are only three people who have not entered the secret room, the evil monk who broke the precepts, Uncle Tang, and Fang Zhixing.

Everyone looked at Fang Zhixing in unison.

At times like this, someone needs to try and make mistakes and act as cannon fodder.

So, based on strength and status, it is self-evident who will take the risk.

"……I go!"

Fang Zhixing didn't hesitate much and walked calmly through the door.

Once you enter the secret room!

Suddenly, the surrounding walls were distorted, and the space expanded rapidly, like blowing air, becoming extremely open and empty.

The woman and boy, who were originally seven or eight meters away, suddenly moved and zoomed out, landing a thousand meters away.

There are several lines of writing on the ground.

It is exactly the rules that Master Heye mentioned before.

Fang Zhixing glanced quickly and then suddenly realized.

It turns out that these rules were set by the owner of Zhou Garden in order to cultivate future generations.

Once the descendants of the Zhou family succeed in their studies, they will be sent here to accept the test of the heavenly soldiers.

Those who have the ability to defeat the heavenly soldiers undoubtedly have talents.

The treasures in the black box are the rewards reserved for Zhou's genius.

Obviously, this secret room is actually a training ground for a cultivating family to train their descendants!

As soon as he thought about this, a heavenly soldier appeared.

Outside the gate, Master Tang and his men perked up and carefully investigated the heavenly soldier.

Fang Zhixing has been hiding his cultivation, making it hard to figure out.

But the heavenly soldier will not hide his own strength.

Then, through the heavenly soldier, Fang Zhixing's true background can be known.

However, Master Tang and his men were dumbfounded when they saw him.

"Huh, early stage of Wuzong?!"

"How could it be early stage of Wuzong?"

"What the hell?"

That heavenly soldier was indeed in the early stage of Wuzong, no doubt about it.

Seeing this, the evil monk who broke the precepts stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes and said: "In theory, this secret room can detect the true cultivation of the challenger."

Pokong Buddhist nodded and said: "Yes, and even if you hide your cultivation, it's useless."

He tried to use the famous "Cassock Meditation Method" to hide his cultivation, but it didn't work.

The old man with white hair and a young face also tried to use his unique skill "The Art of Hiding in the Sea of ​​Mist", but it was completely in vain.

Uncle Tang couldn't help but smacked his lips and said, "Any mechanism has flaws. It depends on whether you can find them."

Fang Zhixing raised a playful arc at the corner of his mouth.

Cheating success!

His cheating method is actually very simple. He used the "Magic Blood Seal" to modify the blood in his body and weaken himself.

This is not a disguise, but a real weakening.

So, strictly speaking, there is no problem with the detection of the secret room.

Fang Zhixing just deceived the secret room.

The next moment, he quickly corrected the blood in his body and restored his original strength.

The heavenly soldiers attacked and passed by him.

Fang Zhixing didn't even look back and walked straight forward, while the heavenly soldier was torn into pieces behind him.

Instant kill!

Easy and carefree!

This scene made the eight masters outside the door speechless and their faces twitched.

Fang Zhixing came to the black box and stretched his head to look inside.

In the endless darkness, countless points of light flew around, like a night sky full of stars.

Fang Zhixing paused for a moment, hugged the black box with both hands, and lifted it up with all his strength.

However, the black box did not move at all.

"Good fellow!"

The evil monk who broke his precepts was amazed and said in admiration: "He actually wanted to move all the treasures in the box away. He is too greedy!"

Uncle Tang laughed and said: "The black box looks like a box on the surface, but it is actually a huge treasure house. How can it be moved away at will?"

Fang Zhixing paused for a moment, turned his back to the crowd, took out a token from his arms, and threw it into the black box.

In an instant, the light points in the box that were flying like meteors suddenly solidified and all froze.

Fang Zhixing's eyes fixed and looked at the nearest light point.

Immediately, the small light point suddenly magnified thousands of times and showed its true appearance. It was actually a sword.

"I can only choose one treasure, so I'll choose..."

Fang Zhixing noticed that the light spots were big and small. He looked at the bottom of the box and landed on the light spot with the strongest light.

The light spot then enlarged and revealed its true form. It was clearly a thin short sword, bronze in color, simple and exquisite.

"Good sword!"

Fang Zhixing reached out and grabbed the bronze short sword.