Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 44

The light and shadow die, and the qi stagnates.

With a kick, as if a hole had been pierced, Chu He's mind was spinning, and the small stone house in front of him began to tremble violently and collapse.

The soles of the feet penetrated the man's body, and when Chuhe's consciousness was about to be stripped off, the man said slowly, "Congratulations, you answered correctly!"

Chuhe: "..."

In an instant, the heart in the man's left hand pierced into Chuhe's chest like a stream of light, and disappeared in an instant.

When Chuhe came back to his senses again, he had already returned to the lobby.

"The power of concentration is good, and he escaped from the illusion so quickly."

The gentle female voice rang in Chuhe's ears.

Chuhe turned his head and found that Aunt Lan had appeared beside him at some point. He glanced again and found that besides him, there were two other people in the lobby with their heads down and their eyes closed, wandering away.

One of them is a girl with freckles, and the other is a man with a jade-like crown, dressed in white, which seems to be a bit of a world.

"I said you'd be one of them, look..."

swipe-

The portrait of the patriarch spontaneously ignited without fire, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The gentle voice suddenly stopped, even the gentle and dignified Aunt Lan couldn't help but widen her eyes and stay where she was.

"This this……"

Aunt Lan staggered forward, hesitating.

Bai Yu's fingers stuck to a little bit of ashes, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Well……"

"Hiss... my head hurts!"

The man and the woman woke up suddenly, their brains felt as if they had been hit hard, and they each covered their heads, showing pain and bewilderment.

"I want to report this matter to the hall. You don't want to move around here. You must wait for me to come back. Do you hear me?"

The gentleness on Aunt Lan's face disappeared, and she said seriously.

"understood."

Chuhe nodded, his face was calm and nothing unusual.

The other two nodded subconsciously, not knowing why.

Seeing this, Aunt Lan tiptoed and left like flying flowers, while the three of them were in the lobby, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

Chu He lowered his head slightly, slightly startled in his heart, knowing that he might set himself on fire for the portrait of the Patriarch with that kick he kicked.

more importantly……

The panel is held, and various data appear.

【Chu River】

[Martial arts: golden bell cover (third floor), red line boxing (third floor)]

[Alienated Organ: Red Refined Heart]

【Energy: 50】

The sudden appearance of the display bar surprised Chuhe the most.

Alienated organ?Red heart?
Is this the red stone given by the Patriarch of the Lianjia Hall?

and many more……

Chuhe seems to have noticed something more serious.

Concentrating slightly, he looked at the column of that energy.

50... 50 energy points! ?

Chuhe couldn't help holding his hands tightly, suppressing the sudden joy in his heart, controlling his facial nerves, and continued to maintain facial paralysis.

How did these energies appear, could it be brought by this red heart?But what are alienated organs?
A question within a question arises.

There are too many questions in Chuhe's heart that he wants to be answered, but he is destined to explore this kind of secret slowly by himself.

"Brother, do you know what happened here?" The man in white slowly came to Chuhe's side, and bowed his hands together: "By the way, my name is Zheng Hao. I don't know what the name of this brother is?"

"Chu River."

Chuhe came back to his senses and scanned the man.

"I don't know what happened. I'm the same as you now, all I know is that the portrait of the patriarch was burned."

Zheng Hao showed a look of disappointment, and his expression was panting.

Chuhe's heart moved, and he asked, "Brother Zheng, do you know something? Can you tell me a thing or two?"

"I'm just hearing it."

Zheng Hao waved his hands, lowered his eyes, and revealed generously: "This portrait of the patriarch looks ordinary, but I heard that it is a treasure of the Lianjia Hall. It is extremely precious, and it was only revealed in the third test."

"The specific role is unknown, but it is of great significance to the Refining Armor Hall. If they put the self-immolation of the portrait on our heads, then not only will we not enter the Alchemy Armor Hall, but..."

Reminiscent of the dominance of Lianjiatang, the consequences are self-evident.

That's why Zheng Hao was so uneasy.

When Chuhe heard this, his expression became solemn.

He was even more certain now, concealing what he did in the illusion, and absolutely not letting them know that the portrait was burned because of him.

It was just a few conversations, Chuhe felt something in his heart, turned his head suddenly, and several figures came from different places.

At a glance, there are more than 20 people.

All the members of the Armoring Hall are dispatched!
The leader was an old lady wearing a black golden robe and a wooden hairpin, with gray temples, a hunched back and slightly arched eyes, her eyes narrowed into a line.

Holding a cane with a dragon head in her hand, she stepped out, as if teleporting, and suddenly appeared in front of the self-immolation portrait in the lobby.

The haggard old hands tremblingly picked up the pile of ashes, and the eyes that had been squinting all the time finally opened a crack.

The others entered the lobby together, and the three of Chuhe immediately retreated to the side. The group of people in front of him was not something he could afford to provoke now.

Seeing that the portrait of the patriarch was really burned, everyone was shocked, puzzled, puzzled, and there were voices of speculation.

"The portrait of the patriarch set himself on fire, what is the sign?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard that the portrait of the patriarch will set himself on fire. Maybe he should go to Jianye City to ask about the specific reason."

"Could it be related to these three little guys? Arrest them and torture them, maybe there will be something!" Seeing the cold proposal of an old man with thin cheeks, he looked over coldly.

Chuhe quietly retreated half a step.

If everyone forced him and wanted to catch him, he would try his best to integrate martial arts, break through the fourth floor, and give these guys a look.

"Okay, don't scare them." Aunt Lan frowned slightly, and looked at the old man with dissatisfaction: "Everyone knows that the portraits of the ancestors are made of special materials, and they are not invaded by water and fire. How could someone from the first level destroy the portrait?"

"It's not certain, what if there is something wrong with one of these people?" The old man swept over the three of them, still relentlessly saying.

"I was there at the time, and I was the only one who stayed awake. According to you, then I have a problem?"

Aunt Lan's complexion changed, her expression was cold.

"Hehe, I didn't say that..."

The old man laughed inexplicably.

When Aunt Lan heard that he was looking for trouble sincerely, she was very annoyed.

"Okay, there's no need to be suspicious of each other. If the portrait self-immolates, it will be self-immolated. Just report the matter later, and there is no need to make noise."

The senile old man turned his head slowly.

With the dragon head staff in his hand, he tapped the ground lightly.

"I will go to the county sometime in person to find out why the portrait self-immolated. If you are all right, you can leave."

"Yes, Hall Master."

Everyone bowed their hands and looked solemn.

Even the old man suddenly became honest.

"and also……"

The master of the Armoring Hall turned his head to look at the three people in the corner.

"You three little guys, come with me."

(End of this chapter)