One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Bang!

The door of the private room on the third floor of Zuixian Pavilion opened and closed.

Wang Bingquan's burly and shabby figure staggered out of the private room.

In the private room.

Ma Youcai looked at the messy table in front of him.

The smile on his face gradually faded and turned into serious thinking.

Although Wang Bingquan did not agree immediately, he had begun to waver in his heart.

He had worked with Wang Bingquan for more than 20 years, so he naturally knew that what needed to be done next was to increase the stakes layer by layer.

Step by step, Wang Bingquan's psychological defense line was defeated.

This part of the problem was not big.

And the next key point was how to deal with the newcomer in the Demon Suppression Tower.

"No matter how strong a person is, he can't be flawless. Even Li Daoxuan's master, the former chief of the Demon Suppression Department, such a glorious figure, ended up with an unknown life and death. Not to mention a small new Demon Suppression Tower master."

Ma Youcai shook his head, sneered, and drank the wine in the glass.

He stood up suddenly and left the restaurant.

It was already dark.

But the inner city of Baihua County was extremely prosperous, and the road was still bustling with people and cars. On the shops on both sides of the road, there were strange lanterns of various shapes, large or small. The shouts of pedestrians and the shouts of merchants mixed together.

Ma Youcai walked through the streets, turned left and right, and finally walked into a remote and dim alley.

At the end of the alley was a wooden door.

He reached out and knocked on the door, and the wooden door opened. The person inside came out and took a look, then stepped aside to make way for the internal response of the family inserted in the Demon Suppression Division.

Ma Youcai nodded slightly, with a confident smile on his lips.

He held his head high and entered the wooden door.

The door behind him closed.

From the outside, it was just an inconspicuous alley, and there was no abnormality at all.

But inside the wooden door, there was a different world. The smell of alcohol and stimulating drugs hit me, and noisy screams came one after another.

The area inside was vast, with an iron mesh ring in the center.

Two big men nearly two meters tall were fighting and were covered in blood, while people below kept betting large amounts of silver to the dealer.

This was an underground casino.

Ma Youcai's eyes paused on the ring for a moment, then he shook his head and continued forward.

He lifted the door curtain and entered an inconspicuous hut at the end of the casino.

Ma Youcai stretched out his hand and pinched it.

He lit an oil lamp hanging on the wall.

The light of the oil lamp was like a bucket, swaying back and forth in the tidal shouting outside.

Two tall and burly figures appeared in the dim firelight. One of them sat on a wooden chair with a big horse and a golden sword, while the other leaned against the wall, holding a white porcelain cup in his hand, sipping tea slowly, with a calm look, as if he had not noticed Ma Youcai's arrival at all.

Looking closely, the two people looked very similar.

They were twins.

These two people were the brothers Song Ting and Song Yingchun of the Song family.

Among the six great families in Baihua County, the Song family was the strongest except for the Hong family.

The key reason was that Song Ting and Song Yingchun, when they joined forces, were as strong as any of the heads of the families.

That day in Jiangyue Pavilion.

Song Ting had also tried to test Su Heng.

Unfortunately, the Yin puppet he made was destroyed, and he suffered a backlash, so the matter ended up in vain.

"How did you do with the things I asked you to do?" The one sitting on the chair was Song Ting, the older of the two brothers.

"Wang Bingquan has basically agreed, and the next step is to find a way to lead people out of the Demon Suppression Tower."

Ma Youcai cupped his hands and answered.

"This is not difficult." Song Yingchun, who was drinking tea with a gloomy face, gently tapped the lid of the cup and said softly, "As the master of the Demon Suppression Tower, your duty is to prevent demons from escaping from the tower. It shouldn't be particularly difficult for you two elders to join forces to fish out a demon from the Demon Suppression Tower."

"That person is quite arrogant. As long as a demon escapes from the Demon Suppression Tower, he will definitely go to track it down."

Song Ting's face was full of hatred, and he stretched out his hand and shook it hard, "Then we can lead him into a trap and avenge Brother Wendao!"

"If we risk exposing our identities and with the cooperation of Wang Bingquan, it is indeed feasible to snatch a demon from the Demon Suppression Tower."

Ma Youcai frowned and said, "But, I have one thing I don't understand."

Song Yingchun: "Tell me."

"Hong Wendao died. Shouldn't the Hong family have the biggest reaction to this matter? But why, in the past few days, the Hong family has not made any movement, and we are the ones who are preparing for revenge." Ma Youcai asked very puzzled.

"How can Li Daoxuan not think of what you can think of?" Song Yingchun put down the teacup and sneered, "There are seven or eight people who are watching the Hong family just from what we have noticed. As for those who are lurking in the dark and have not noticed, there will be even more."

"The Hong family is not willing to break up with Li Daoxuan yet, so they can only choose to endure."

"I see..." Ma Youcai nodded.

Song Ting snorted coldly, "Endure!? If you continue to endure, then Hong Jiuxiang will not be called Jiuxiang anymore. This name is too domineering and he can't support it. Just change his name to Hong Jiugui. This name is good and suitable for him."

"Hong Jiuxiang is a big beast. His son was torn to pieces alive in front of him, and he was indifferent. Hong Dingtian is a little beast, and he asked his brother to use his life to help him gain a smooth path in martial arts. It's really pitiful for my brother, such a righteous man. He was born into a family of jackals and rats!"

"only……"

Ma Youcai still hesitated and said, "That man is extremely powerful."

"That day, something went wrong in my practice. I went crazy and almost died. It was Brother Hong Dao who went three hundred miles into the Xinmarsh restricted area, killed a Henggong fish with his life, and retrieved the monster's body. Not only did I survive, , and his cultivation has improved."

Song Ting clenched his fists hard, his eyes were scarlet, and traces of blood dripped from his fingertips. In the dim firelight, his face looked ferocious and terrifying.

"Now that he is being brutally killed by evil people, if I sit back and do nothing, then where is the loyalty between brothers, and where is the bravery among our generation of warriors?"

"Brother is right." Song Yingchun on the other side said loudly, "Being weak is not terrible. What is terrible is that you don't even have the courage to swing a sword at the strong. In this world, although force is important, it does not represent everything. "

"Brother Dao Dao also took great care of me. I can't just sit idly by and watch his death." Song Yingchun added.

"good!"

Ma Youcai also firmly agreed, "Since the two brothers have made up their minds, leave the next thing to me."

"If everything goes well, I should be able to manage to bring him out of the Demon Suppression Tower in the next few days. As for the rest, I will leave it to my two brothers."

"Yeah." Song Ting nodded, his expression gradually softening, "Sorry for the trouble."

Ma Youcai stood up and clasped his fists.

He nodded and saluted the two of them, then turned and left, quickly disappearing into the underground boxing ring.

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boom!

Demon Suppression Tower, fifth floor.

Su Heng sat cross-legged on the huge futon and flicked his fingers.

Along with a strong wind, the air was torn apart, rippling back and forth, throwing up dust.

A golden ball of air burst out, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and landed heavily on an iron plate more than ten centimeters thick, leaving obvious holes on it.

"hiss……"

Su Heng was a little startled, "It's so powerful that it can even threaten a main battle tank on the battlefield."

Before he traveled through time, he was very interested in previous military technology.

Those steel behemoths sweeping across the battlefield.

The thickness of the frontal armor did not exceed twenty centimeters.

Su Heng couldn't penetrate it with one hit, but if he hit it twice more, he would definitely be able to flatten it and tear it into pieces.

The extraordinary secret martial arts in this world are indeed exaggerated. They have practiced to such a high level that they are like humanoid Gundams.

Su Heng pondered briefly.

Change the way the force works and spread your fingers.

The unique arc power of Lan Gong is no longer condensed into a ball, but is instead a dazzling golden line.

It kept jumping and flickering between Su Heng's five fingers, reflecting a golden phantom.

"perhaps……"

Su Heng had some kind of enlightenment in his heart, "This is the Miniature Lan Gong, the origin of the name of this technique."

Uh-huh!

He kept the momentum going.

Keep your five fingers open and push hard towards the steel plate in front of you.

Thin golden arcs flashed past like lightning, as if nothing had happened.

After a while, an uncomfortable harsh sound came from the distance, and fine scratches appeared on the steel plate.

The scratches gradually become thicker and misaligned, and the friction sound becomes sharper.

Finally there was a dull crashing sound.

The thick steel was cut into more than ten irregular small pieces under Su Heng's miniature Lan Gong, which had reached the perfect state.

Completely collapsed, throwing up smoke and dust in the bright sunlight.

"Snapped!"

Su Heng clapped his hands and opened the properties panel.

[The ninth level of miniature Lan Gong (special effects: arc light power, bone power, penetration, cutting)]

Among the three secret techniques of Aoki Changsheng, Ice Phantom, and Miniature Lan Gong, the first two have eight levels of perfection, but the Miniature Lan Gong has nine levels.

This technique is the most powerful.

It is also the most difficult to achieve great success in practice.

Of course, for Su Heng, it was just a matter of spending dozens of extra attribute points.

"Then the next step is to upgrade Chiyang Heisha Kung Fu to the bone strength level, and then look for earth attribute techniques to strengthen it."

Su Heng stood up and put a black robe on the hanger on himself.

With a wave of his hand, the thick force distorted the air, bringing up a large gust of wind, and piled all kinds of debris and garbage on the ground into the corner.

After a while, someone will come to clean it.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just when he was about to look through Xu Tong's practice notes, there was a knock on the door, interrupting Su Heng's movements.

The door opened, and outside was a disciple of the Demon Suppressing Division, handing over an envelope.

"Hmm..." Su Heng frowned slightly, "Ma Youcai... seems to be an elder from the Demon Suppression Tower. I have never met him and wants to treat me to dinner."

"Well, it just so happens that the retreat has just ended. It's okay to go out and meet."