How can I become an immortal just by playing a game?

"Gentlemen, now that the demons in Taiping City are looking around, I want to establish a Taiping Martial Arts Association, based on my Feng family's attack on the wind army, to protect the peace of Taiping and eliminate demons and ghosts together!"

Feng Wuque looked at everyone and spoke loudly, "The events in Chishui Village are still vivid in my mind. My Feng family has received the apocalypse. The ancestral motto of the Feng family is to protect the peace of the people in the world. At this time, you should draw your sword out of its sheath!"

"Join the Taiping Martial Arts Association and accept unified dispatch, so that we can restore peace to this side!"

"Everyone, do you have anyone who shares the same wish?"

…

"The Taiping Martial Arts Association..." Mrs. Shen's eyes narrowed and she murmured in a low voice, "It's really such a method... It seems that your Feng family is planning more than just this side of Taiping..."

Suddenly, Mrs. Shen glanced at the demon sealer next to her.

Those deep eyes were like a vast ocean, bottomless, making it impossible to see through at all, and at the same time, they reflected the scene before them.

It seemed that he had expected everything.

The war begins.

Feng Wuque on the stage became the protagonist at this moment.

"Aunt Yun, what Feng Wuque means is, whoever wins will be the boss of the Taiping Martial Arts Association, right?" Shen Qingchan asked.

"..." Mrs. Shen.

"You can understand it this way." Mrs. Shen said, "After you join, you must accept the unified dispatch, which means that your things are under his control. If you don't join, if anything happens, they will not take action."

"Then let's just leave without joining."

"If you don't join..." Mrs. Shen looked around, "You will be isolated in Taiping City, helpless, and unable to move forward. Do you know?"

Shen Qingchan understood.

The battle on stage was one wave after another.

"This Red Haolong seems to be releasing water..." Shen Qingchan frowned.

"Have you fought against him?"

"No, but I can vaguely feel it."

Mrs. Shen thought to herself, that’s right.

After watching five games in a row, Shen Qingchan shook her head slightly:

"At the end, Chen Tianshang used the Wind-breaking Spear to fight Feng Wuque back and forth... The rest of them felt a bit like letting off steam..."

"Although I don't understand their secret martial arts, but..."

"Can you beat it?"

"Fighting five in a row should be possible, but this Feng Wuque..." Shen Qingchan shook his head and said, "They won't let me go. I will consume far more than Feng Wuque. If we fight him in the end, it's hard to say whether we will win or lose. "

At this time, Feng Wuque on the stage had finished fighting, and the guests around him had different expressions. They were afraid, shocked, and restless. The guests who were originally hesitant all chose to join the Taiping Martial Arts Association.

Until the scene was silent.

Feng Wuque's eyes fell on Shen Mansion, and he was about to speak.

"I'll do it." The demon sealer stood up, his voice hoarse and low.

After saying this, he walked onto the stage without hesitation.

Mrs. Shen was startled.

The back figure was so decisive, without any hesitation.

"No wonder he can become the brother of Mu Shaoxia..." Although Shen Qingchan didn't like to be a demon, she couldn't help but say something at this moment.

"..." Mrs. Shen.

The demon sealer walked to the stage.

"Demon Sealer Mu Xinghe, I know..." Feng Wuque squinted his eyes.

Before he finished speaking, the demon sealer interrupted:

"Cut the nonsense."

Feng Wuque’s voice paused:

"How do you want to challenge it?"

"random."

Feng Wuque frowned slightly.

"If I want to become the leader of the Taiping Martial Arts Association, I will fight against five third-grade experts in a row. If you..."

"Hit them, right? Let's do it together or one by one?" The demon sealer turned around and looked at the five people in the audience. His voice was like spring thunder and shocked everyone.

"..." Feng Wuque.

There's something wrong with this guy. Feng Wuque's eyelids twitched.

Something is wrong.

The five third-grade masters in the audience all had different expressions.

Go together?

What a loud tone!

The surrounding guests were also shocked, looking at this demon-sealman with mysterious origins in surprise.

"Is this guy too arrogant?" Shen Qingchan murmured and looked at Aunt Yun next to her, only to find that Aunt Yun was staring at the demon sealer on the stage with bright eyes.

Shen Qingchan was stunned. She rarely saw Aunt Yun who was so serious.

There was a light in those eyes that she had never seen before.

On stage.

Feng Wuque glanced around and said quietly:

"Then let's follow the rules, everyone, please."

Off stage.

"Then I'll do it first." Huan Lei, the Wuwei Yamen wearing the Wuwei Feiniao uniform, slowly walked onto the stage.

He was about in his early forties, with an ordinary face, a hooked nose, and sunken eyes. He looked inexplicably frightening. He was wearing a pair of silver gloves. I wonder how much blood had been stained under these gloves?

Huan Lei walked onto the stage with his hands behind his back.

"Your Excellency is good at dealing with monsters..." Huan Lei said, "But Wu Fu is not a monster, and is not restricted by your strange power..."

"so…"

The next second, he burst out, his hands changing like clouds, and he coordinated with the ghostly figure to attack the latter.

The demon sealer didn't move at all until the latter got close to him.

Secret weapons like the Silk Tangle Hand are good at close combat. Once entangled, with special footwork, the opponent will be trapped in a spider web and have difficulty breaking free from the control. In the end, he will be internally injured by the wonderful silk winding power.

However, just as the silk-wrapped hand was about to stick to it, the demon-sealer turned sideways slightly and avoided it as naturally as an antelope hanging its horns.

There is no body technique and no secret martial arts.

Immediately afterwards, the demon-sealing man punched out at random. The punch struck the latter's wrist in an instant amid the ever-changing silhouette of his silk-wrapped hand.

Click.

A clear voice sounded.

With the remaining strength, Huan Lei's wrist was shattered by a blow, and his body collapsed. He was sweating profusely and looked at the latter with a horrified expression.

"Silk-winding hand..." The demon sealer shook his head slightly, "Training the hand does not train the wrist, that's all."

"You...!" Huan Lei took a deep breath and looked at his trembling palms.

I couldn't believe it. At that moment, it was as if I had been stripped naked and seen through.

impossible…

He didn't even use his secret weapon...he just relied on his fighting instinct...to find the weak point where he could use the Silk Winding Hand...

If it's by chance, that's one in a thousand chances...

Could it be that he also practiced silk wrapping?

Even...a level higher than mine?

"What kind of strength does this person have?" Huan Lei glanced at Feng Wuque and his eyes darkened.

The remaining third-grade people all looked at each other, some of them incomprehensible.

"Let me try!" Chi Haolong, the leader of the Chishui Gang, walked up to the stage.

This man was wearing a vest, and his body was covered with massive muscles. He looked to be in his early thirties, and his palms were exposed. He had no gloves, but he had snow-white palms that did not match his appearance.

Like a woman, she is extremely smooth and tender.

That strong contrast brought an extraordinary visual impact, but no one dared to underestimate it.

"Your Excellency is a Demon Sealer, but you don't look like a Demon Sealer..." Chi Haolong's voice was rough and somewhat heroic, "I had the honor to compete with a Demon Sealer a few years ago. That person He was hit by my palm, and it took him half a day longer than ordinary people to die, which is really extraordinary."

"I hope you can hold on for a longer time."

The Demon Sealer remained silent, with the sword on his waist and the sword on his back, but there was no movement.

Chi Haolong laughed:

"If you look down on others, you will end up badly, boy!"

After saying this, his body floated out like waves, and his originally snow-white palms began to glow with water like clouds.

That's poison gas.

"Take my move and the sky will be filled with smoke!"

The Red Haolong swung out a palm towards the Demon-Sealing Man from a distance, and when the water was dripping, a cloud of smoke spread, turning into the shape of a palm and blasting out.

It already has a hint of letting out the strong energy.

Just the next moment…

The Demon-Sealing Man had already disappeared where he was.

"Huh?" Chi Haolong felt a little unhappy.

Looking up, a figure had descended.

After punching the Tianling Gai with a punch, he raised his hand hastily, but was hit by a powerful force. All the strength in his body was released, and the billowing clouds of smoke suddenly dispersed.

"Hisha Palm, no." The Demon Sealer kicked out an ordinary kick, hitting the latter's chest and abdomen, and directly kicked him off the stage.

"You..." Chi Haolong struggled to get up, his eyes gloomy, "How do you know the secrets of my Chishui gang hookah palm? Who are you?"

At this time, the other three were stunned.

No wonder Huan Lei was instantly killed with just one move...

Good guy, people in love know your tricks, and almost any move you make will be expected by them...

Everyone was shocked.

Feng Wuque frowned and signaled to the other two people.

Immediately afterwards, Tie Longgang from the Iron Leg Gate and Yue Hanshan from the Nanyue Knife Gate came on stage one after another, but they were all defeated in one or two moves.

He didn't even force the latter to use a sword, he didn't even use a secret weapon, and he never touched the corner of his clothes. He was calm and composed throughout the whole process. He could raise his hands and kick with ease, and he could easily dodge the opponent with any movement. any secret martial arts moves.

Just... highlight an absurd, bizarre and unpredictable thing.

The last one, Chen Tianshang, consciously surrendered.

It's so weird, this demon-sealing person, he didn't want to humiliate himself...

So far.

A strange feeling of powerlessness filled the hearts of several people.

A terrifying sense of oppression spread throughout the banquet.

The demon sealer looked at Feng Wuque.

"It's your turn."

Like a demon's gaze, Feng Wuque's heart beat rapidly, and Wei Zhan actually felt a little timid inexplicably...