Full level ruthless person.

Chapter 422 Cheating
Swish!
Another silver bean popped out, and after it burst, a heavenly soldier was revealed.

"Come and fight!"

The horse-faced young man was full of vigor and eager to fight.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he gathered the vast ocean.

He held the spirit pearl in his left hand, feeling dazzled.

But the heavenly soldier was not polite at all. He drew his sword from its sheath, took a step forward, and performed a set of extremely exquisite sword skills with unstoppable force.

"This……"

The horse-faced young man's breath was choked, and soon he could no longer laugh.

Although Tianbing's cultivation is the same as his, his swordsmanship is more perfect and superior to his!

"So strong!"

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

At the same level, the proficiency of the heavenly soldiers' various skills is maxed out, and no one can stop their surging momentum.

After only a few rounds of fighting, the young man with the horse face began to feel anxious and overwhelmed, and had to desperately activate his Rising Dragon skill.

Seven times in a row!

The Seven-Rising Dragon Sword is powerful and exhilarating.

However, the heavenly soldiers also unleashed their ultimate moves. The sword power was brilliant and unpredictable, like a meteor chasing the moon, swift and decisive.

The Canghai was suppressed in an instant, and the seven rising dragons were dwarfed and their efforts were in vain.

"you!"

The horse-faced young man was breathing heavily, feeling powerless and desperate, and cold sweat soaked his back.

He gritted his teeth, still unwilling to give up, and shook the spirit bead unwillingly, giving it a try.

However, the armor on the heavenly soldier is not vegetarian and can be immune to Lingzhu's mental attack.

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

Fortunately, Master Tang was quick to support him and prevent him from falling flat on his face.

"Uh...Gurgle..."

The horse-faced young man's face flushed unusually, and a mouthful of fishy and sweet taste surged 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 am fine."

The horse-faced young man was filled with shame and laughed miserably, "The Heavenly Soldiers are indeed extraordinary. Without strong strength, it is impossible to win."

Hearing this, a monk with a bitter face stepped out from the crowd, clasped his hands together, and said expressionlessly: "I should be strong enough."

Horse-faced young man: "..."

Master Pohe laughed and said, "Don't be surprised, this is Junior Brother Poshan. He has been practicing in seclusion for many years. He is upright and not good at speaking."

As he spoke, the bitter-faced monk had already stepped into the secret room and took off a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

The heavenly soldiers then appeared.

"As the Buddha said: The universe changes in a snap of a finger, and beauty is revealed in an instant."

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

Then, the beads floated in the air, evenly distributed, forming a perfect circle, spinning around with a loud rustling sound.

The bitter-faced monk looked solemn and snapped his fingers.

Whoosh!
Suddenly, a Buddhist bead shot out with lightning speed and arrived in the blink of an eye.

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

But this is not over yet!
The remaining 107 Buddhist beads, under the flick of the bitter-faced monk, flew out like pear blossoms in a rainstorm and hit the heavenly soldiers all at once.

The heavenly soldiers retreated again and again, sparks came out of their armor, which gradually twisted and deformed, and holes appeared on them.

Seeing this, Master Pohe and others were delighted and their morale was greatly boosted.

"Although my junior brother Poshan has only reached the middle stage of martial arts, he has cultivated the 'Finger-Snapping Buddha Technique' to perfection and can take the initiative. He has never lost in a competition between people of the same level." Master Pohe laughed, with a lot of pride in his words.

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

Soon, the heavenly soldiers were defeated and scattered.

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

He came to the woman and the young man, looked at them with a frown, but finally did not disturb them. He just clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and silently recited a passage of 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 any 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 took something out.

Ding dong~
Following a crisp bell sound, a copper bell appeared in the bitter-faced monk's hand, which looked of extraordinary quality.

"Amitabha!" The bitter-faced monk smiled with satisfaction, turned around and left the secret room.

Everyone gathered around.

Without asking, 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 to count!"

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

Everyone was confused and didn't understand what was happening.

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

He put away the copper bell and had no intention of showing it off.

Seeing this, Bu Yan'e was displeased. Her fair face tensed up and she said coldly, "It's better to rely on yourself than on Buddha. I'll go and see for myself."

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

"Shenglong!"

Bu Yan'e stood on the vast ocean, straightened her slender waist, and used her sword skills like the tide, turning into a raging wave and pressing down on the heavenly soldiers.

Not only that, she can also do two things at the same time, waving the Amber Red Silk to fight.

"Bind the spirit!"

I saw the glow of the sunset, and the meter-long amber silk stretched in the wind, and in an instant it stretched to a hundred meters in length, as if it was going to fill up the entire space above the secret room.
The heavenly soldier was facing the attack of Shenglong. When he raised his head, the amber red silk suddenly turned into thousands of silk ropes and swooped down, surrounding him like a big net, making it airtight.

"tight!"

Bu Yan'e gave a delicate cry, and thousands of silk ropes immediately closed in, tightly binding the heavenly soldiers.

With one sword from Shenglong, your head will be gone!

Bu Yan'e won!
"it is good!"

Uncle Tang and a few others clapped their hands and sighed.

You know, Bu Yan'e is only in the early stage of Wuzong now, but the talent she has shown is truly amazing and her future is immeasurable.

The next moment, Bu Yan'e walked to the black box and looked inside.

Her face changed, she pondered for a moment, and reached out to grab it.

Swish!
The precious light is flashing!

Out of nowhere, a treasure that looked like a jade slip appeared 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 went up to her, nodded and praised her, "The little girl has really grown up and can now stand on her own."

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

Bu Yan'e explained happily, "There are countless points of light in the black box, flying around like shooting stars. Each point of light should be a magic weapon. It all depends on luck which one you can catch, and you only have one chance."

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

Everyone couldn't help but be moved.

Afterwards, the Buddhist disciple Pokong entered the secret room, displayed his profound Buddhist teachings, and defeated 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 it was used for.

The next one is the turn of the old man with young face. He is at the peak of martial arts and has practiced various skills for many years, so he is confident.

Unexpectedly, after he started fighting with the heavenly soldiers, he actually fell into a stalemate until he was exhausted and lost. Then it was Master Pohe's turn. He used the Vajra Finger Sword to clear the way, and suddenly emitted a series of dazzling golden lights, which were terrifying and shocked the world.

The heavenly soldiers wielded their swords to fight back, and were not at a disadvantage at all.

But Master Pohe approached, opened his mouth, and let out a furious lion's roar, suppressing the heavenly soldiers on the spot.

"Haha, a small victory."

Master Pohe smiled and walked towards the black box.

But suddenly, he turned a corner as if possessed by a ghost, came to the woman and the young man, and squatted down.

The woman was of good appearance, the boy was also handsome, and their eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar. The more you looked at them, the more they looked like a mother and son.

The two men were frozen in place, without breathing, as if they had been dead for 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 cast their eyes over.

Everyone was actually very curious about whether the two were dead or alive.

霹~
Suddenly, Master Pohe felt as if struck by lightning. His whole body stiffened and trembled, and then his skin shriveled visibly.

"Brother!"

"Grandmaster!"

Something strange happened suddenly, and all nine people outside the door changed color and were shocked.

However, only one person can enter the secret room at a time, and the others can only watch and do nothing.

A moment later, Master Pohe fell down, his whole body was sucked dry, and he turned into a mummy.

A monk at the peak of the martial arts realm died in such an unclear manner.

And that handsome young man didn't move at all from beginning to end, as if he had done nothing.

After a while, it was still the same.

Everyone took a few breaths and gradually calmed down.

The Buddhist disciple Pokong put his hands together and said sadly, "Brother seems to have violated a taboo, which is why he met with an unexpected disaster."

The evil monk who broke his precepts was silent for a moment, then said thoughtfully: "As long as you don't touch those two people, it should be fine."

Having said that, who can guarantee it?
What if, because of Master Pohe’s unnecessary action, unpredictable variables are triggered, and the next person who enters the secret room will also encounter an accident?

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

Everyone looked at Fang Zhixing at the same time.

At times like this, someone is needed to make mistakes and act as cannon fodder.

So, based on strength and status, it is obvious who will take the risk.

"……I go!"

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

As soon as you enter the secret room!

Suddenly, the surrounding walls began to twist and the space expanded rapidly, like blowing air, becoming extremely open and spacious.

The woman and the boy, who were originally seven or eight meters away, suddenly moved sideways and far away, and landed a thousand meters away.

There are several lines of handwriting on the ground.

These are the rules for passing the levels that Master He Ye mentioned before.

Fang Zhixing took a quick glance 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 Zhou family's descendants have completed their studies, they will be sent here to be tested by heavenly soldiers.

Those who are able to defeat the heavenly soldiers undoubtedly possess extraordinary talents.

The treasure in the black box is the reward reserved for Zhou's genius.

Obviously, this secret room is actually a trial ground for a family of immortal cultivators to train their descendants!
Just as he thought of this, a heavenly soldier appeared.

Outside the gate, Uncle Tang and several others perked up and carefully investigated the heavenly soldier.

Fang Zhixing has always hidden his abilities, making it hard for people to figure him out.

But the heavenly soldiers will not hide their strength.

Then, through the heavenly soldiers, we can learn Fang Zhixing’s true background.

However, when Uncle Tang and the others saw it, they were dumbfounded.

"Eh, early stage of Wu Zong?!"

"How could it be the early stage of Wu Zong?"

"What the hell?"

That heavenly soldier was indeed from the early period of Emperor Wuzong, absolutely genuine.

Seeing this, the evil monk stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes, saying, "In theory, this secret room can detect the true level of cultivation of the challenger."

Pokong Buddhist nodded and said, "That's right, and even if you hide your cultivation, it will be useless."

He tried to use the famous "Kasaya Meditation Method" to hide his cultivation, but to no avail.

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

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

Fang Zhixing's lips curved into a playful smile.

Cheating successful!

His cheating method is actually very simple. He uses 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 cheated 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 him by.

Fang Zhixing walked straight forward without looking back, while the heavenly soldier was torn into pieces behind him.

Instant kill!

Easy and freehand!

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

Fang Zhixing came to the black box and looked inside.

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

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

However, the black box did not move at all.

"Good guy!"

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

Uncle Tang laughed and said, "That black box may look like a box, but it is actually a huge treasure house. How could anyone just take it away at will?"

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment, turned his back to everyone, took out a token from his pocket and threw it into the black box.

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

Fang Zhixing fixed his gaze on the nearest point of light.

Immediately, the tiny spot of light suddenly magnified thousands of times and revealed its true appearance, which was actually a sword.

"I can only choose one treasure, and I will choose..."

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

The light spot then enlarged, revealing its true form, which was clearly a thin dagger, bronze in color, simple and exquisite.

"What a sword!"

Fang Zhixing reached out and grabbed the bronze dagger.

(End of this chapter)