Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature.

Chapter 129: For the sake of the hero, kill, kill, kill! (Please subscribe and give me a monthly ticket)
In the dark room, Huang Feihong was hung up.

There were two silver needles stuck in his chest.

At this time, the short woman came over and asked, "Tell me, what's your name?"

Huang Feihong said with a painful expression: "Fang Baoyu."

"lie!"

The short and fat woman flicked her fingers on the two silver needles, and Huang Feihong tensed up and his face turned red.

pain!
it hurts!

The pain was so severe that my entire chest seemed to be rebelling and biting itself.

"Tell me, what's the name?"

The woman asked as she stuck another needle into his chest.

Seeing this needle that could cause death, Huang Feihong was overwhelmed and quickly said, "Huang Feihong."

"What?"

The woman asked, her fingers eager to try.

"I am a disciple of Yunlin Palace, and Fairy Yunlin is my master!"

Huang Feihong quickly said "honestly".

As a professional "Night Crow" and a "Trap" who used to torture others, he is professional in this area.

As a result, at this moment, the woman's fingers flicked violently on the silver needle, causing his chest muscles to roll.

"what!"

Huang Feihong cried and had snot as he watched the woman playing the pipa on his body.

"Actually, I am a member of the Spirit Fish Gang, a first-level elder, and will soon be promoted to a second-level elder. I really am!"

Huang Feihong burst into tears and confessed the truth.

He has prepared many identities for himself.

If an identity is a piece of clothing, it would take some effort to take it off.

The premise is that he doesn't die from pain.

The shorty seemed to believe him and gradually withdrew his hand, but the silver needle was still trembling and continued to torture him.

At this time, the tall woman came in and said, "Sister, stop playing with him. What's the point of asking him these questions?"

Shorty pondered, "But the latest news is that the chaos in Yuzhou is not as serious as imagined."

"So what? It's just like in Qingzhou. Whoever doesn't obey will be killed. Some people praised the masters of Qingzhou to bits, but in the end, we killed them one by one." The tall man said proudly.

Yes, when the White Socks Sect left the Kingdom of God and entered Qingzhou, some people in the sect thought that with so many masters in Qingzhou, it might not be easy.

As a result, they were unstoppable.
In today's world, who can stop the footsteps of their white socks!

At this time, Huang Feihong couldn't help but say: "You are so powerful, besides the trick of 'Men can't see', do you also have a trick of 'Women can't see'?"

The short winter melon couldn't help but say: "You know this too."

"Since both men and women can't stand it, then you are naturally invincible. In fact, I am also very interested in 'what women can't stand'." Huang Feihong said.

"It's a pity that you are not a woman, so you can't see it." The shorty joked.

"Actually there is a chance." Huang Feihong said with emotion.

"Ok?"

"We have an old demon named Duan in Yuzhou who can feminize men and turn them into women completely."

Huang Feihong wanted to strike up a conversation with the two women.

As a spy, when captured, only through this kind of communication could he try to find a way out.

Hearing this, the short winter melon asked in confusion: "Is there such a person in Yuzhou?"

This action by the White Socks Cult was certainly not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather something that had been planned for a long time.

If they wanted to preach in Yuzhou, it would be like chewing on the flesh of Yuzhou's local forces, so they had to have a certain understanding of Yuzhou's people.

This old demon Duan sounds weird, but they don’t understand him.

Soon, Shorty went out, probably to check on this person.

Huang Feihong wanted to continue talking to the tall man, but he just sneered and ignored her.

After a cup of tea, the short winter melon came back and sneered, "Old Demon Duan is a new demon from Yunzhou. He has nothing to do with you Yuzhou."

Huang Feihong blushed and said, "Since ancient times, Yunzhou and Yuzhou have been one family. What is the difference between Yunzhou and Yuzhou?"

In fact, the underworld people in Yuzhou and Yunzhou have always looked down on each other, and there is no such thing as a family.

Huang Feihong brought up Duan Lao Mo at this time, not only to make conversation, but also to take the opportunity to reduce the arrogance of the two men.

After all, the evil ways of Duan Lao Mo are quite scary.

At this time, the short winter melon didn't care at all and said, "Whoever dares to stand in the way of our Divine Religion, Duan Lao Mo or Gou Lao Mo, will die miserably."

Huang Feihong was a little surprised.

Surprisingly, even after hearing the name of Old Demon Duan, they still didn't react much.

If this short and fat guy and the tall guy were masters of the Tongyou realm in the White Socks Sect, he could still understand why they looked down on Old Demon Duan.

But these two people have just entered the Qi Hai realm, yet they are so confident.

But what's so outrageous about the White Socks Cult is that they can indeed defeat the strong with the weak.

The best example is that he is no match for these two people.

“But my Yuzhou is definitely not someone you can easily mess with. The Nine Young Masters of the Tang Sect, the Six Swords of Huangshan, the Linglong Palace’s Sun and Moon Twin Swords, and so on will not let you act recklessly so easily.” Huang Feihong continued.

At this time, the tall man said, "Do you think we underestimate Yuzhou Wulin?"

"Didn't you think you were stronger than us before?"

Huang Feihong said unconvincedly: "Although your move is powerful and enough to deal with me, it is not enough to deal with these famous masters."

"It's not good enough, but we are not the only two wearing white socks here. It doesn't hurt to tell you, after all, Jiuzhou will see it sooner or later. Many times, we act in groups of dozens or even hundreds. The number of famous masters who have died at our hands is too numerous to count." The short winter melon chuckled.

Hearing this, Huang Feihong felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his head.

Because he thought of a picture: a famous master like him, who thought he could easily deal with these seemingly ordinary white socks.

But each of these white socks has a unique skill that they have practiced to perfection, such as "what men can't stand".

They cooperated well with each other. Hundreds of ordinary white socks used hundreds of ultimate moves at the same time. When they were superimposed together, what would happen to the master who underestimated his enemy?
At this moment, Huang Feihong seemed to have grasped something key.

The reason why the White Socks Cult was able to rise so suddenly and have so few rivals is probably because of this reason.

It can make ordinary people extraordinary.

In the martial arts world, it is extremely difficult for the major families and sects to find and raise a genius.

These geniuses are naturally the backbone of the sects and families.

But the White Socks Religion is different, it breaks this rule.

It is much easier to find ten ordinary people than to find a genius who is one in a million.

The scary thing about the White Socks Sect is that ten ordinary White Socks it teaches may kill this one in a million genius in cultivation.

One hundred ordinary white socks might even kill the dreaded old demon.

This is an existence more terrifying than any sword formation or battle formation.

Because in the past, very few ordinary people could practice an ultimate move, but the followers of the White Socks Sect can.

Thinking about this, Huang Feihong's heart sank.

Perhaps, this is the reason why the White Socks are invincible and fearless.

They didn't even mind telling him the secret.

No one can tell exactly how many white socks there are in this sect of white socks.

Huang Feihong's scalp tingled when he thought of the dense white socks filling the streets. At the same time, there were many more storytellers in the streets of Qingbai City.

Because of the influx of disaster victims, Qingbai City has actually been much more lively these days than ever before.

Fortunately, the relief funds from the masters were not delayed at all this time, and the Bodhi Charity Hall made good arrangements, so there was no chaos in Qingbai City.

In the busiest teahouse in the city, a storyteller with a red scarf wrapped around his head opened his mouth and started talking.

"It is said that people from the White Socks Cult have appeared in the upper reaches of the Qingyi River!"

"Some people may not know what the White Socks Cult is. But anyone who has been to the Western Demon Kingdom and Qingzhou knows that they are a group of demons wearing white socks!"

"The leader of the Tianyi Gang, the largest gang in Qingzhou, was beheaded long ago, along with the 18 wives of the gang leaders, and hung on the city wall. The Wang family in Qingzhou produced many masters, but now only the Iron Fist Wang Shuang is left."

"If you ask me, the Qingzhou underworld is now dominated by white socks."

"Now they are here! This flood is just the beginning. If the heroes of Yuzhou don't unite, we will be doomed sooner or later."

At this time, the storyteller slammed the gavel and reminded: "If you ask me, Yuzhou is still full of heroes. As far as I know, in this critical moment, the young hero Duanlang who crossed the river to save people before was full of courage and went to meet White Socks alone!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Hearing this, a group of people couldn't help but applaud.

However, those who have been in the martial arts world are all confused - "Young Master Duan Lang, isn't he the old devil Duan?"

They had already heard about the news that Duan Lao Mo had crossed the river to save people and donated money for disaster relief, and they all thought that Duan Lao Mo was too immersed in the role of the young hero.

Now Old Demon Duan actually went to touch the White Socks Sect.

On the top floor of the teahouse, Su Lizhi and her junior sister watched all this quietly.

At this time, the junior sister couldn't help but say: "Senior sister, you let people spread the news without the consent of the chief and the general manager this time. Isn't this too much?"

"If I don't tell you, will White Socks not come?"

"But will this work?" the junior sister asked in confusion.

Everyone knows the allusion of "a gun shoots a bird", except for a madman like Duan Lao Mo, considering the nature of the underworld people in Yuzhou, they are probably just there to watch the show.

"It's better to have someone to help than to have no one to help. What's more, this story is not meant for ordinary people in Yuzhou." Su Lizhi said with a worried look on her face.

"Senior sister, are you worried about Old Devil Duan?" the younger sister asked carefully.

"Old Demon Duan is powerful and weird, but he is only one person after all, and the people in white socks are a group of extremely weird people." Su Lizhi said.

Seeing the worried look on the senior sister's face, the younger sister didn't dare to say anything for a moment.

Because she couldn't help but think of some stories about the evil fate of female detectives and demons, and some stories about female detectives feeding demons with their own bodies. Could it be that Senior Sister also...
The junior sister shook her head, trying to get rid of the strange thoughts in her mind.

At this time, on the street, three men with long swords on their backs were listening to all this.

The leading man said, "Old Demon Duan has gone upstream, let's go too."

Another young man said, "Big Brother, do you want to wait for Third Sister and the others to come together?"

"To deal with Old Demon Duan, our Three Talents Sword Formation is more than enough. Why do we need to use the Yellow Mountain Six Peaks Sword? Besides, when Old Demon Duan and the White Socks Cult start fighting, it's a good time for us to catch the cicada."

"Junior sister, senior brother is here to avenge you!"

As he spoke, Liu Qingyu, the senior brother of the Huangshan Sword School, actually burst into tears.

He and Chen Ying had been childhood sweethearts since they were young, and he had always treated Junior Sister Chen Ying as his own sister. But until that day, Junior Sister Chen Ying married Zhu Heimian, and Liu Qingyu suddenly felt very painful.

It feels like the sky is falling.

It hurts, it hurts!

He suddenly realized that he liked his junior sister.

The kind of love that lovers have!
He seemed to have been bound by some worldly concepts before, so he was so painful at that time, and he has not yet gotten over it.

But who would have thought that this pain could reach another level.

The old demon Duan actually killed his junior sister Chen Ying.

The love of his life!

So when he got the news, he wanted to kill Old Demon Duan!

He doesn't care whether the White Socks Church will cause a huge wave and bring disaster to the world. He just wants to kill Old Devil Duan.

It would be best to sneak attack and stab that guy to death from behind when Duan Lao Mo and the White Socks Sect have a conflict!
Because he knew that this kind of sneak attack would make Old Demon Duan extremely painful and unwilling.

So, Liu Qingyu, the first swordsman of Huangshan, who had lost his beloved, took the other two swords with him!

Not long after, the one-eyed Qinglong monk heard Duan Yun's news and said, "Master, it's Old Demon Duan!"

He was an old monk wearing a short shirt and had a dark complexion.

The one-eyed monk Qinglong was already very tall and mighty, but in front of this old monk, he looked like a chicken.

The old monk was not taller than him, nor as strong as him, but he looked more majestic and powerful than him.

The old monk who was called "the chief monk" nodded and said, "This old demon is both good and evil. I will try to persuade him and let him shave his head and become a monk."

As they spoke, the two monks disappeared into the city and went upstream.

Su Lizhi did not notice the Three Swordsmen of Huangshan and the monks of Tieshui Temple. She only knew that the person she wanted to wait for the most did not arrive until the evening.

The bloodthirsty storyteller kept repeating those words until his throat was almost hoarse.

I saw five female swordsmen in white who had just arrived in the city. They were about to sit down and drink their tea when they heard about the young hero "Duan Lang".

One of the female sword cultivators said in surprise: "It's Xia Zun!"

"Xia Zun wants to kill White Socks!"

"Sisters, let's go too!"

"Whoever Xia Zun wants to kill, we will also kill! Anyone who has a grudge against Xia Zun will be our sworn enemy!"

For a moment, the five female sword cultivators spoke loudly with sharp and fiery light in their eyes.

“Sister, from what I heard, there are quite a few white socks people.”

"White Socks has many people, but we have few people from the Jade Maiden Sword Sect?"

"Sisters, gather all the sisters nearby and kill the white socks!"

"Believe in the hero, do the hero thing, believe in the hero, do justice for the heaven!"

"Believe in the hero, do the hero's deeds, the Jade Girl Sword Sect, act on behalf of heaven, the Jade Girl Sword Sect, act on behalf of heaven"

Upon hearing that it was the Jade Maiden from the Jade Maiden Sword Sect, the people nearby had already retreated secretly in fear.

Afterwards, an even more bizarre scene appeared.

This group of terrifying fairies only had five of them at first, but as they shouted slogans and set up sword stakes from time to time, women in white clothes kept coming from all directions and joined the team.

When they arrived outside the city, there were hundreds of people.

The junior sister took a breath and said, "There are so many beautiful girls here?"

Su Lizhi murmured, "The Jade Maiden Sword Sect doesn't have a fixed mountain gate. Maybe they have always been scattered like this."

Hundreds of fairies stood outside the city, and the leader waved her arm - "Sisters, kill White Socks for the hero!"

Afterwards, the group went upstream, and the old magic images of Duan appeared one by one behind them. The scene was extremely weird and scary.

Suddenly, the children stopped crying, and the adults were so frightened that their legs went weak. Those who were nearby peed themselves to death and even forgot to run away.

When the junior sister saw this, her face turned pale and she said, "Senior sister, can the White Socks Cult be more evil than this?"

Su Lizhi also looked pale and said, "I don't know."

As a female detective, she had seen a lot of the world, but she had never seen such a scene with a bunch of beautiful girls and a bunch of old magicians.

It’s so evil.

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