divine

---------- For a long time, until it spread hundreds of meters away, and reached the underground of the skill pavilion, Ming smiled from the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, there was a not-so-small hole there, reaching directly to the that room.

Ming Qi will be able to retract it, raise his hands, and let out a long sigh of relief. It's time to act when he becomes a formal disciple.

In the afternoon, Ming Qi's opponent was only a seventh-dan expert, and Ming Qi's subordinates were blown off the stage with only one move. Ming Qi easily won the competition, and returned to the room, Ming Qi began to practice.

"Bang bang bang."

Suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door, Ming frowned and said, "Who?"

"It's me." It was the son of the Marquis who was kicked out of the room by him that day, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Help, please save me quickly," the man begged.

"Ah~"

Before Ming Qi opened the door, there was a scream, a stream of red blood spilled on the door, opened the door, the boy fell down slowly, limp on the ground, his pupils gradually lost their color, a big hole appeared in the left chest, and his heart had been crushed. Penetrating and breaking into pieces.

She raised her eyelids, but it was Guisha's daughter, blood was still visible in her hand, the woman's eyes glanced at Ming, the corners of her mouth curved evilly, she turned her head and walked away.

Ming Qi glanced at the dead boy on the ground, the hideous wound was still bleeding, and the attack was really ruthless.

Ming Qi let out a long sigh of relief, this woman is really cruel and arrogant.

Leaning down, slowly closing the boy's pupils, Ming Qi was about to leave when suddenly a man shouted, "Boy, what are you doing?"

Ming Qi was slightly stunned, he understood, he understood everything, and he used the measure of planting. It seems that this woman is really different, so vicious.

The man stepped forward a few steps, looked at the corpse lying on the ground, grabbed Ming and said, "Boy, how dare you kill people in Ghost Sect!"

"... "

Ming kept silent, explaining, this is the most taboo at this time, but acquiescing, maybe it is much better.

"Follow me to see the suzerain." The man shouted, grabbed Ming Qi and went to the Zongli's palace, Ming Qi did not resist, and let the man grab him to see Guisha.

"Sovereign, this kid just killed a disciple." The man said.

"Who did you kill?" Guisha asked, frowning.

"The son of a marquis, his talent is mediocre, but his father sent 500 million gold coins, so we accepted him." The man said.

"If you kill him, you will kill him. Pull him down and punish him with a cane for a hundred times, so that he will have a long memory." Gui Sha seemed to take the young man's death very seriously, no wonder his daughter was like that.

The man responded, pulled Mingqi out of the door, and pulled out a nearly two-meter-long rattan from the Nengjie. It was covered with dense thorns, and the blood that had been dried could be faintly seen. This is the ghost sect. One of the instruments of torture, compared with the outside world, it is much more ruthless.

Ming Qi stood in front of the man, motionless, as if he had no fear of the chilling rattan whip.

The man was about to make a move, "Wait." Ming Qi shouted.

"What do you want?" The man frowned, thinking that Mingqi was about to resist.

"Don't break my clothes." Mingqi slowly swallowed the black short-sleeved shirt as he said.

"Hmph, idiot." The man cursed, who knows how wearing clothes can also play a certain defensive role, and the idiot in front of him actually wants to take it off.

The man's hand was able to function, and the rattan whip swung across, and slammed heavily on Mingqi's back. The dense thorns instantly broke through Mingqi's skin, embedded in his flesh, and were pulled out again in an instant, going back and forth, but Ming Qi hummed without humming, and his whole body seemed to be in a relaxed state, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his back.

One hundred rattan whips, the back of Ming's was already ripped open, and the blood kept oozing out. The man was about to put away the rattan whips, but found that the rattan whips had slowly shattered, and the huge energy slowly dissipated from the rattan whips. Why, the blood of the Energy Devouring Clan can be endured by a rattan whip.

Ming Qi said, "I can go." The man lost his mind, and Ming Qi had already walked away.

Going back to the room, taking off the restraining belt, the immortal body quickly repaired the wounds on the body, "Ghost Weaving" was inscribed with a faint sentence, without any emotion, and Ghost Weaving was the woman's name.

In the afternoon of the next day, the competition was about to reach its climax, and Mingqi's opponents gradually became stronger, from the level of a capable teacher to the level of a capable general.

The referee drinks "one to one hundred"

Ming Qi stepped onto the ladder and slowly stepped up to the stage. The opponent's strength could surpass three stages.

"Start." After the sound fell, Ming Qi had disappeared. He appeared behind the young man like a ghost, and he punched it. The young man's hands glowed white. He blocked Ming Qi's blow, but he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Ming Qi disappeared again, appeared in front of the young man, struck him face-to-face, broke the bridge of the young man's nose, and the young man flew out of the ring, this level of competition was really not good for Ming Qi.

After a lot of fighting, Ming Qi made it to the final with ease. His opponent was also a top player. Relatively speaking, although Ming Qi used the belt to control his strength and was able to be a top player, his rich combat experience could not. control.

The two of them were in the ring, and in the selection contest with thousands of people, there were only a handful of more than 100 people, all of whom were qualified to become ghost sect disciples.

"start."

When the referee heard it, Ming Qi Wuhen cast it quietly. In an instant, he appeared behind the young man. The young man turned around and struck with a long fist. Ming tilted his head slightly to avoid the fist. , the left shoulder shrugged, the neck and shoulders clamped the boy's arm heavily, and the man couldn't take it back for a while, Ming raised his right hand, and cast four skills stacking silver, the silver light immediately made the boy close his eyes instinctively, but the silver fist took advantage of the momentum It struck, hitting the boy's chest hard.

"Pfft~" The young man spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered a few steps backwards, but Ming Qi's combo attack did not stop. Pulling out the energy device and blocking it behind his back, the powerful force pushed the boy out for more than ten meters before stopping.

The young man turned his back to Mingqi, and just about to turn his head, Mingqi's voice rang in his ear, "You lost."

Immediately, Ming's silver fist hit the boy on the back of the head, causing the boy to faint.

It was an easy win.

Ming Qi stepped down from the stage, and that ghostly sand ghost appeared on the ring, saying, "The selection contest is over, and about 150 people will be accepted by our sect as official disciples..."

Guisha read one by one.

"Now all the disciples go to their masters to get their badges." Gui Sha said.

Ming Qi glanced around, a group of people not far away should be the so-called masters.

Looking closely, there is Guizhi inside, with a weird smile on the corner of Guizhi's mouth, pointing at him with his index finger, and then pointing at himself.

Ming Qi snorted, walked forward slowly, and said, "Give me the badge."

Guizhi took a wooden sign from the table and handed it to Mingqi, the smile on his face was even bigger, and he was even more proud.

After receiving the wooden sign, Ming Qi left slowly, he had to find Chu Tian quickly, otherwise, he would definitely die in the hands of this woman.

With the waist badge hanging on his waist, Ming Qi quickly walked towards the technical pavilion.It is expected that when the man stole Chu Tian, ​​Guizong's defense of Chu Tian was not as strict as it is now, otherwise he would not even know that Chu Tian was stolen and let him go.

Seeing Ming Qi's departure from slow to rapid, Gui Zhi frowned, dropped the waist card at hand, and chased after Ming Qi, maybe because Ming Qi was careless, or maybe because the distance was a bit far, Ming Qi He didn't realize that he was being followed. . . . . . . . .