Purgatory Artist

The wind was howling and the rain was torrential.

Lightning flashed through the night, illuminating the muddy and slippery paths on the mountain trails.

A group of people riding horses, galloping in the storm,

suddenly.

Someone said loudly: "Head, there is a temple in front of you!"

"Go to avoid the rain."

"Yes!"

The team speeded up and walked to the temple in one go.

An elder smiled and said: "I remember here, there is only this temple in a radius of five hundred miles-when we go further, we will climb over two mountains and cross the Siqing River, and we will be close to the capital."

"Take a rest here tonight." The head said.

Everyone was overjoyed.

After a hard trek for a whole day, I encountered heavy rain again, and I wished to find a dry and comfortable place to eat and sleep immediately.

The horses were fastened, and everyone entered the temple with torches.

I saw that although the temple was slightly ruined, with a thick layer of ash falling, after all, the wind and rain were isolated from the outside, and there was quite a peaceful atmosphere.

Various utensils in the temple have long been broken, only the statue of the **** enshrined in the center of the main hall is still intact.

It was a crimson statue of a god. It closed its eyes and held a wooden staff in both hands, surrounded by fire.

Liu Ping glanced at the statue, then smiled and asked, "Master, what kind of **** is this?"

"Vulcan Zhu Rong." The head replied casually.

"Oh, the method of making statues is really lifelike." Liu Ping exclaimed.

In front of his eyes, two lines of burning small characters quickly emerged:

"Evil: Silent gnaw."

"True evil creatures are not comparable in strength to parasites, but can be mimicked as any object, camouflaged for hunting at any time, and are extremely difficult to detect."

Liuping fell into thinking.

—You have to think of a way to let this monster show its feet.

But it can't be exposed that it was seen through by oneself.

"Seeing and hearing as famous" is so easy to use, if the monsters know about it, and they will avoid themselves in the future, how can they complete the task of destroying fire?

Put another way.

If everyone around knows that they can identify monsters, then their only fate is—

Be a tool person.

Liu Ping pondered silently.

After the disciples entered the temple, they were busy packing their luggage and making a fire for cooking.

The two elders took a few people and walked around the temple to check the surroundings.

The headmaster walked to the entrance of the temple alone, looked at the wind and rain outside, and suddenly called: "Liu Ping."

"The disciple is here." Liu Ping stepped forward.

"You are my personal disciple-this time to go to the capital, whether you like it or not, it represents the face of our sect. There is a worry for the teacher, and you must speak to you in advance." The head said.

"Master, tell me." Liu Ping said.

"We who are practising martial arts, we must learn from each other when we meet. This is the default of all schools."

The headmaster looked at him and said: "After arriving in the capital, outstanding disciples from other sects will definitely compete with you. I hope you won't be discouraged as a teacher."

Liu Pingqi said: "Master, I haven't even seen you yet, how do you know I can't beat others?"

The head said: "Your entry time is too short, and you lack the experience of fighting with others."

Liu Ping was startled.

The head sighed: "The cultists who were besieged the city last time were mostly ignorant villagers and refugees. They didn't know the skills and power originally. It was only because of the power of monsters that they could kill civilians. It is not surprising that you can defeat them, but- "

"Disciples of all sects, as long as they can be sent to the capital, they are all the best in a hundred, with rich combat experience, and your entry time is short, less than half a month."

"Your various fighting skills have not been honed by time...If you really can't win, just forget it."

Liu Ping clasped his fist and said, "Yes, I will follow Master's teachings."

At this time, there was another sound of horseshoes outside the temple gate.

Some elders led people to greet them and shouted, "Who is here!"

A voice came from the wind and rain:

"Devil Mountain Sect, Zhao Zixiao is here too!"

The head of the house moved his expression and said: "It turns out to be Sect Master Zhao of the Demon Mountain Sect, please come in to avoid the rain."

After a while.

Another group of people entered the Zhu Rong Temple.

The head of a thin old man came over with a laugh, clasped his fist and said: "Bai Ling Guan Li is the head, we haven't seen it in a long time."

The head clasped his fist and said: "Since Chengzhou was slaughtered by the cult and the road was cut off, it has been too long for Wei to meet."

Sect Master Zhao pulled a young man from behind and said: "Have you not seen the head of Bailingguan?"

The young man clasped his fist and said, "The chief disciple of the Demon Mountain Sect, Zhang Pinghe has seen the head of Li."

The head glanced at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping also stepped forward to see the ceremony and signed up for his name.

Sect Master Zhao looked at him and said with a smile: "The spirit-calling sword technique is as difficult as the sea, and it has been difficult for anyone to comprehend one and a half tricks for decades. Have you finally found a descendant this time?"

Hard to practice?

Liu Ping looked at the head in a puzzled manner, saw his face twitched, and said lightly: "The old man has been too lazy to accept disciples. I have only recently thought about it-gossip, don’t talk about it for decades, I don’t know if you have any practice. Growing up, have we been two hands?"

"Hahaha, good!" Sect Master Zhao readily agreed.

"slow!"

I saw several elders from the two factions speak out at the same time.

An elder of the Demon Mountain Sect arched his hands and said: "The wind is scorching and the rain is heavy. If the two leaders fight here, the temple will be demolished, and everyone has no place to shelter from the rain."

A Bailingguan elder clasped his fist and said: "It is a remote place, and is afraid of being surrounded by evil spirits. If the two want to fight, why not wait until the capital?"

The two heads looked at each other, and they were a little helpless.

This is the truth.

"Why don't you and my personal disciple make the move first?" Sect Master Zhao suggested.

The head glanced at Liu Ping, with some worry in his eyes.

Liu Ping clasped his fist and said, "Master, I just learned the sword technique not long ago, and there are still some uncontrollable moves—"

The head nodded, and was about to refuse for him, but listened to him to continue: "Just take this opportunity to hone and hone his moves."

Zhang Pinghe, the great disciple of the Demon Mountain Sect opposite, smiled and said, "What's wrong? I'm seven or eight years old, and let you move first."

"Thank you for taking care of it!" Liu Ping said with a fist.

The center of the hall quickly gave way to a clearing.

All the elders and disciples put aside the things in their hands and gathered around to watch.

Discussing this kind of thing, just like the literati's theory, is a testimony to the practice of martial arts.

Fighting can promote the growth and progress of people, and can also promote the prestige of the sect, and establish a name for oneself. It has always been the usual way of communication of various sects.

Liu Ping took the lead off the field, holding his fist and saying, "Brother Zhang, please."

Zhang Pinghe said: "Please."

The field was completely quiet for a while.

Liu Ping stepped forward and swept forward, punching Zhang Ping river door.

Zhang Pinghe's figure flashed, and he had reached behind Liu Ping, and his hands were like claws and grabbed his back.

Without turning his head back, Liu Ping slammed the flames with a flick of his hand, colliding with Zhang Pinghe's claws.

The flames burst.

The two took a step back, and each stepped forward, changing thirty tricks in a row.

Liu Ping punched from time to time, sometimes switched to a hand knife, and went straight up like a storm, leaving almost no leeway.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Liu Ping was beaten out by Zhang Pinghe.

"Junior Brother Liu is good at boxing, but he really can't handle it between moves." Zhang Pinghe stood in place and commented.

Sect Master Zhao frowned and asked, "Head Li, why are you an apprentice blindly attacking?"

"Fifteen days after getting started." Head Li said lightly.

Sect Master Zhao said "Oh", and his brows loosened.

-It turns out that I just started to learn, so I can't stop fighting. This is reasonable.

"It seems that this discussion is to help your disciple improve." Sect Master Zhao said.

"Hope." Head Li said.

This was naturally heard clearly by everyone around him.

For a while, the disciples of the Demon Mountain Sect were all a little disappointed, and felt that this observation was about to become a unilateral instruction.

In the field.

Liu Ping took a step back, drew his saber from his waist, and smiled: "Brother Zhang, I'm going to use the knife."

Seeing how cautious he said, Zhang Pinghe asked, "Is it the spirit-calling sword technique?"

"Yes. UU reading www.uukānshu.com" Liuping said.

Zhang Pinghe got serious and took out a long sword: "Come on."

"Good." Liu Ping said.

The next moment—

An astonishing killing intent emerged from Liu Ping, so that Zhang Pinghe, who was standing opposite him, trembled fiercely.

The knife moved.

The knife moves with people.

Liu Ping's speed was a lot faster than before, and somehow he got close and slashed towards Zhang Pinghe.

The knife was plain and plain, but it seemed to seal all possibilities.

There is only this knife in the world.

Why would such a sword technique be cut out in the hands of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy!

I saw boundless flames appearing from the void, surgingly attached to the long sword, and condensed into a soaring unicorn beast.

Zhang Pinghe's mind went blank.

-Can't avoid it.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die by this knife.

There was a loud shout:

"retreat!"

I saw Sect Master Zhao grabbing it from the air, and immediately grabbed Zhang Pinghe from the blade.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The result of this knife is really terrible, and it is inevitable.

What's even more palpitating is that the fire element seems to be crazy, fully realizing the kylin a few meters high, as if to kill all the people present.

"Liu Ping takes the knife!" Li Zhangmen shouted.

Liu Ping's face was full of sweat, and he shouted in despair, "Master, I can't hold it—"

Cut out in one fell swoop.

Soul call sword technique, Qilin cut!

This knife brought together Liu Ping's full strength and the full strength of the "First Burning" Law of Fire.

But seeing the blazing unicorn flying out of the knife, he rushed straight to the idol in the center of the temple.

The idol moved suddenly.

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