Hero Cultivation System

What a slap in the face!

This was a slap in the face to Emei!

And the slap was so easy, so elegant, and so beautiful.

All the Emei disciples present felt their faces burning at the same time. This was the result of their mercy.

Innate masters are not just some random stuff. You don't just have to work for a few years to claim to be an innate master. Everyone needs at least thirty years of hard work, plus personal opportunities and insights. Ten acquired peaks may not be possible.

If there is only one innate master, among the hundreds of disciples in Emei, there are only about twenty innate masters, and they can already be proud of being the largest sect in Bashu.

But what happened today?

Are your own innate masters just like paper when they meet foreign masters?

If Yan Hong was caught off guard before because he underestimated the enemy and the opponent suddenly counterattacked, and Fu Hui was defeated in one blow because he was injured, then this time the two captains and deputy captains of the most elite mountain patrol team in the eyes of Emei disciples are

Come prepared.

Two innates and thirty or forty acquired peaks were used to make dumplings for others. In a group fight and duel, it was already shameful. In the end, the person didn't even use the knife in his right hand. He just shouted and relied on his body skills.

With a left hand, I will beat you into a gourd rolling on the ground, unable to find the north, and bring with you twenty or so acquired peaks who are rolling on the ground and wailing.

Damn, isn’t it a shame?

He is like a tiger whose body is shaken, and the world is in awe, and his family is just a lunch box character who acts as a foil?

There are even a few Emei disciples who have doubts about their own abilities, which they have worked hard for more than ten years. Could it be that their proud Kung Fu can only be fought against fellow disciples within the sect, and bullied outside the ordinary hunters who accidentally wandered into Emei?

Of course, the discerning people such as Yan Min, Yuan Fang, Tang Qin, Liu Taishan and others knew that this was the result of Emei working behind closed doors, especially if Yuan Fang had not been led by Yan Min to travel around the world at the beginning of the year, and would have had the opportunity to compete with masters of the same age from various sects.

Based on experience, I am afraid that this time I am still confused as to why the result is like this.

Martial arts is a professional skill synthesized from the experience gained from digging and killing. It is no different from a plasterer plastering cement. No matter how hard the master teaches, it is useless no matter how empty gestures the young apprentice makes. If you don't take the field, you won't know how to wipe it out.

The wall is crooked and the tabletop cannot be installed.

Similarly, martial arts practitioners do not go through life-and-death battles, but only compete with their fellow sects in the sect. Most of them are polite, and they may gain experience in fighting the enemy. Against a wild master like Liang Gong who has grown up through killing, it is very difficult.

If Ting's skill cannot be used to reach Three Pavilions, he will only be abused, and he will be tortured to the point of death, just like a toddler.

"Alas!" Everyone sighed in unison. Whether it was Emei or Qingcheng, even Tang Qin of the Tang Sect had doubts about the way his disciples were trained, and also about which sect could teach Liang Gong, who was born with a talent like

The fighter who wanted to kill was puzzled.

Modern society is not like ancient times, it is a river crab society, the world is at peace, and there are even many people in the army who have not been able to fire a shot for several years except for daily training. Where can they find such opportunities to kill and gain experience? Look at his skill in responding to the enemy.

With a murderous aura that is as solid as a substance, could it be that Liang Gong was born in an underground black boxing ring?

In just a few breaths, there was no Emei disciple who could stand in the middle of the reception hall. As everyone expected, Liang Gong was beaten to the ground without even using a blade. There were about forty Emei disciples standing there.

He was merciful, and although all of them were injured, there was no possibility of fatality. They just temporarily lost the ability to fight again and will be recuperated for a few weeks.

However, this battle, which was like child's play, hurt the hearts of all Emei people. In less than three minutes, he rushed back to the center of the reception hall without even taking a breath. Liang Gong, who seemed to be fine, was in the eyes of everyone.

He has become so tall and mysterious, and Liang Daxia's fan base suddenly increased by dozens of points.

Liang Daxia didn't know that the shock of his tiger body frightened the Emei people, but his heart was not as peaceful as outsiders imagined.

With the mentality of a quick victory, Liang Gong, who had three axes, did not think that his opponent was like tofu before taking action. He only took action step by step after careful consideration, but he knew that the opponent would be exhausted as soon as he made a move.

He fell down in response to the sound, which even made him depressed, and he didn't even have the desire to draw a knife.

Isn’t it? Have you ever seen an adult beating a three-year-old child so hard that he screamed with joy?

Looking around the guest hall, except for Yan Min and Yuan Fang, no Emei disciples dared to look at this devil-like figure like him. Even the indulgent Yuan Hua was dodging and avoiding his eyes at this time.

, obviously because she was afraid that Liang Gong would suddenly think of her sword.

Grinning, he couldn't compare with such a little lolita. Liang Gong could only see the old Hua Dan woman standing outside the reception hall, so he laughed loudly and shocked the reception hall with a history of more than 200 years.

When he was about to fall, he jumped up and walked out of the window, aiming at the monster old woman and slashing at her.

"Gulu!" Mao Zheng, the foreign affairs elder who swallowed hard and was almost two meters tall, raised his Emei stick with both hands and roared like a mad tiger out of a trap.

It's a pity that among the hundreds of people outside the reception hall, no one saw that he was strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

He is considered to be one of the first people to seek refuge with Elder Hua Dan.

As a disciple of the outer sect, Mao Zheng had finally been promoted to the inner sect. His tall and thick body was not consistent with the Emei martial arts, which focused on hiding needles in the cotton. Except for the Emei stick, he could not learn any other martial arts, and even lost thirty years.

He can't even reach the peak of the day after tomorrow.

But Hua Dan valued him more and found a Shaolin Xiaohuan Dan, which allowed him to overcome several levels in a few years and enter the innate realm in one fell swoop, becoming the first master in the history of Emei to advance to the innate level using the Emei stick method.

Without him, Mao Zheng came from a large and prosperous family. The Mao family has been inherited in Chuncheng for hundreds of years. The family power is spread around Chuncheng. Not to mention Chuncheng, almost every county, city, and every township government has his descendants and relatives.

When I hold the position, I can say that I am a pure local snake.

And Mao Zheng is the direct grandson of this generation of the Mao family. Although he is not the eldest grandson and is not designated as the heir of the patriarch, he is deeply loved by the old man of the Mao family. In addition, he does not like to study, so the Mao family simply sent him to Emei to learn kung fu since he was a child.

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It's a pity that the Emei Sect looked down upon his qualifications and regarded him as a dispensable outer disciple. Even though he was later promoted to the inner disciple, not many people noticed him.

Only Hua Danhui recognized heroes and knew that through him he could seize the Mao family for his own use, so Mao Zheng, the foreign affairs elder, appeared.

In recent years, Mao was taking care of Emei's foreign affairs and treated the external business area like an iron barrel. Many disciples with excellent qualifications disappeared on the way to Emei.

All of them were included in the account books and fell into the hands of Hua Dan. Moreover, Mao Zheng was indispensable for the reach of the Jing'an Association near Spring City.

However, the past few years of being responsible for Emei's external communication and entertainment have already eroded his ambition, and his skills have almost completely declined. Today, facing Liang Gong who swooped out from the reception hall, for the sake of face and for the sake of Hua standing behind him,

With his dark eyes, Dan had no choice but to step out and pick up the Emei stick that he had not practiced for a long time and hold it in front of him.

"Elder Mao, as long as you can block his blow, the two of us are responsible for killing him." Yan Li and Yan Lian stood beside him, giving him a little courage. Both of them are swordsman masters.

To deal with Liang Gong's head-to-head tactics like a tiger attacking a sheep, Mao Zheng's Emei steel rod is naturally the best choice.

Okay! Come on! Who is afraid of whom?

Damn, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a young boy in his early twenties. Even if he was born after his mother was born, he can deal with three innate masters together?

Liang Gong jumped out of the guest hall. Mao Zheng and three other people rushed out to block Hua Dan. The other Emei disciples who surrounded the guest hall were as afraid of Liang Gong as they were afraid of tigers.

Dare to get close.

After a lot of fighting in the guest hall, Liang Gong's momentum reached its highest point, and he simply jumped up to more than four meters high with his arms. Amidst the shouts and screams of Qinggong from others, he simply "split Huashan with force" in one move

"Use it on Emei.

Before the sword arrived, the sword energy as strong as the wind locked on the three people below him. All the five senses and six senses were heightened to an incredible level. Every move of Mao Zheng and the others, as well as the strength of the energy, were reflected in his mind. The sword force naturally responded to the situation.

It seems that the hair of strength and weakness is waving down.

"Not good!" Hua Dan, who was standing behind him, felt the change in Liang Gong. With his forward momentum, this sword must be strong and strong. The three people in front of him would definitely not be able to withstand it with half the skill.

She couldn't afford to lose any of her capable men, so she raised her sword into the sky like lightning, and the sword passed over Mao Zheng's head, blocking the path of Liang Gong's knife.

"Dang!" First, the yellow Dao Gang and Hua Dan's invisible sword energy clashed, and then the gold and iron clashed like bells. The two of them were each staggered back and flew three or four meters before landing.

"Huh!" Hua Dan took action urgently, with less than 80% of his true energy. He was evenly matched with Liang Gong, who had gathered 100% of his true energy. Although it looked a little ugly, he finally rescued the three of them from under the knife.

The swords clashed, and the true energy overflowed like wild waves. Yan Li and Yan Lian swayed like boats in the sea, and were finally pushed back four or five steps and fell to the ground.

Only the great elder Mao Zhengmao still stood erect with the Emei steel rod in hand, not taking a step back.

"Okay!" Many Emei disciples who were watching the battle couldn't help but cheer in unison. Even the great uncle of Master Hua Dan was knocked back by the attackers. Elder Mao actually refused to give in. He is indeed the best hero in Emei.

"Uh..." The crowd's cheers were still swirling in their mouths, but suddenly turned into cries of surprise.

Standing on the spot, his eyes turned straight, expressing endless fear. A red mark suddenly appeared between Mao Zheng's eyebrows, slowly extending downward through his nose, philtrum, lips, chin, and down his neck into the collar.

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Gradually, one...two...countless blood beads seeped out from the red marks, and finally sprayed out a mist of blood like a shower, shook twice, and fell straight back.

Mao Zheng, Emei’s foreign minister, died!

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It’s the third update. I don’t want to sleep yet, so keep coding!