He started as a shepherd and took on countless jobs.

"Hey!"

Pei Si shouted.

This move utilizes the technique of "Thunderous Ape Cry" from the Ape Strike Fist.

It can intimidate the spirits of humans, demons, and evil spirits, causing them to lose their minds. If the demons and evil spirits are weak, this thunderous sound is enough to kill them.

The lame woman froze, then felt dizzy and the world spinning around her.

What kind of technique is this? I've never heard of it before.

Pei Si aimed both palms at the lame woman's chin from below and struck her fiercely.

A white ape offers fruit.

With a crisp crack, the lame woman's head spun 180 degrees.

He was completely lifeless, utterly dead.

The tall-hatted walking corpse stood still; with the corpse driver dead, there was no one to control it.

Pei Si walked to Zhao Renmei's side and, as usual, began to touch the corpse.

"What bad luck, there's nothing here." Pei Si clapped his hands with obvious disdain.

With this kind of strength, he still wants to be king in this chaotic graveyard.

Pei Si picked up the Soul-Capturing Bell and shook it.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes..."

The tall-hatted zombie stood rooted to the spot, ignoring orders.

"One must practice the methods of corpse-driving to achieve this."

"That infant monster is exceptionally talented. We should kill it tonight and nip this disaster in the bud," Pei Si said coldly, hands on his hips.

The infant monster seemed to have the talent to directly transfer the ability to others. By pressing the corpse driver's mouth to its face, it could activate the Soul-Capturing Bell and remotely control the corpse slave.

Pei Si put away the Soul-Capturing Bell and tore off the yellow talisman from the corpse slave's face.

"Whoosh!"

Flames erupted, and the corpse slave spontaneously combusted.

Pei Si carried Xi Yue and circled the mass grave four or five times, killing any corpses that had turned into zombies.

…………

In the morning, the sun rose as usual.

Pei Si packed his bags, cleaned the courtyard, locked the door, and bought a Wuda pancake.

Freshly baked steamed buns, sprinkled with chopped scallions, have a unique flavor.

Pei Si ate a steamed bun and drank soy milk as he walked all the way to Lingcang Sword Gate in the west of the city.

Today, the disciples of three instructors at the martial arts school had a small sparring session, which the school calls a mini-competition.

The winner of the small competition can participate in the county-level grand competition.

Of course, given the size of Qingcheng County, there are hardly any hundreds of martial arts schools; it's just that the name sounds nice.

Compare the strength of qi with the strength of qi, the smoothness of the meridians with the smoothness of the meridians, and the courage of blood with the courage of blood.

In the training ground, three arenas were set up, and the war drums were sounded.

Sect leader Ruan Qing, instructors Lin Zhong, Hong Yi, and Ling Yan sat upright on the platform.

Sect leader Ruan Qing first gave a series of speeches, which took about half an hour, and then announced the drawing of lots.

"Brother Pei, what did you smoke?" Lu Shouhuai came over, looking like a curious child.

"Group B." Pei Si flipped over the bamboo slips.

There are currently twelve disciples at the Meridian Opening Realm within the sect.

The twelve disciples were divided into six groups, with two people from each group fighting against each other, and the competition was reduced from twelve to six.

The six victors were then divided into three groups, with the winners representing the Lingcang Blade Sect in the competition.

A moment later, the winner of Group A was decided. The person who advanced was a female martial artist with a long braid, named Fang Shimu.

"Group B, come to the stage."

Pei Si slowly walked onto the arena.

"Brother Pei, keep it up!" Lu Shouhuai cheered from below, beating a drum.

"Keep your voice down!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Shouhuai shrank his neck, like a quail.

He recognized the voice all too well; it was his beautiful, generous, and gentle older sister.

Lu Shuangshuang.

Lu Shuangshuang was wearing a snow-white mink coat, and the red-eyed fox's eyes were narrowed like crescent moons as he was held in Lu Shuangshuang's arms.

From a distance, it looks like it's holding a ball of snow.

"Sister, didn't you say you weren't coming?" Lu Shouhuai stuck out his tongue and asked.

I clearly asked her yesterday, and she said she wasn't coming, so why did she come today!

I don't understand women's hearts.

Lu Shuangshuang pinched Lu Shouhuai's soft waist in an annoyed manner, her almond-shaped eyes widening as she sneered, "What, Xiao Huai, you've become so powerful now that you're even bossing me around!"

She looked at Pei Si on the stage, her expression unreadable.

She didn't want to come at first, but she became interested after hearing what Coach Ling said.

Instructor Ling once praised her for her exceptional talent, noting that she reached the threshold of the Qi Refining Realm in just four days.

Just yesterday, I overheard Coach Ling lamenting about being a frog in a well. When I asked him why, I learned that a young man had come to our door.

In just five or six days, he became a martial artist at the Meridian Opening Realm.

Lu Shuangshuang initially thought that the other party was like her, spending a lot of money to hire a coach for one-on-one tutoring.

Unexpectedly, it was Pei Si. How could he afford a one-on-one match? Lu Shuangshuang became interested and came to the martial arts school to take a look.

Pei Si.

"Song Yingang!"

The speaker was a burly man with a fleshy face that squeezed his eyes into small slits.

Song Yingang shook his head from side to side, making cracking sounds, and then turned to look at Song Jingang below the stage.

Song Jingang pointed at Pei Si and gestured with his fists twice.

Song Yingang grinned, his gold teeth gleaming, and turned to look at Pei Si, saying fiercely, "Junior Brother Pei, you're quite famous in Qingcheng. Let your senior brother give you a try."

My elder brother said that this newly recruited Pei Si is very arrogant. In his mouth, the Song family is not even worth a turtle or a bastard.

This is a good opportunity to teach Pei Si a lesson.

Pei Si remained silent.

Making threats out of nowhere, frankly, is a bit idiotic.

Song Yingang brandished his ring-pommel sword, pointing it at Pei Si, and slashed at him with wide, sweeping strokes.

Song Yingang raised his ring-pommel sword high and unleashed a powerful vertical slash, making the audience below hold their breath in suspense.

The sect leader and the three instructors stared intently at the arena.

Pei Si yawned. Song Yingang's speed was too slow.

He didn't draw his sword; he simply held the scabbard and casually pulled it out, the black scabbard landing lightly on Song Yingang's face.

The next moment, Song Yingang's pupils dilated violently, and the whites of his eyes rolled back, as if he were seeing a demon lord in the heavens.

Song Yingang fell backward, lying on the ground in a starfish position, with white foam at the corners of his mouth.

Pei Si simply drew his sword from its sheath.

"Hmm?" Pei Si's eyes showed doubt as he looked at the scabbard and then at Song Yingang lying on the ground.

Is he really that strong?

Could the other side be using this as a feint?

As soon as he got close to Song Yingang, he was immediately subdued and then killed himself with a vertical slash.

Pei Si shook his head and kicked Song Yingang twice: "Hey, wake up, you're not allowed to sleep here."

Lin Zhong remained expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.

Ling Yan shook her head, as if she was disappointed in him.

Hong Yi's face turned ashen, and he helplessly rubbed his forehead, sighing repeatedly.

There's no other reason than that Song Yingang was someone he personally trained. He had hoped to give him a chance to shine today, but unexpectedly, he couldn't even withstand a single scabbard strike.

Then look at Pei Si, who is still persistently trying to wake Song Yingang up.

Hong Yi had no choice but to stand up and declare Pei Si the winner.

"Brother Pei, you're forcing us!" Lu Shouhuai shouted excitedly.

Lu Shuangshuang's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, unable to comprehend what had happened.

Ruan Qing nodded in agreement.

Some martial artists, though they progress faster, have absurd fighting skills and often make moves that are both laughable and pathetic.

Then look at Pei Si, he trains quickly and fights fiercely.

Pei Si advanced to the top six and returned to his seat. Seeing Lu Shuangshuang there, Xiao Zhen greeted him, "Miss Lu is here too. Look at this fox, it's been raised so well."

Lu Shuangshuang raised her head slightly and touched the top of the fox's head with her delicate hand.

The red-eyed fox recognized Pei Si immediately upon seeing him, hissing at him and baring its sharp fangs.

Hagi fox is angry.

"Young Master Pei, my biggest regret now is not recruiting you into the Lu family," Lu Shuangshuang said with a sigh, blinking her almond-shaped eyes.

"Let's not talk about that. Miss Lu, do you have any requests?"

Pei Si ignored him and asked with his hands shrugged.