Sister, please help me practice

Chapter 87 How Do You Attract Chu Ming?Sao! (Third watch please subscribe!)

Tendon-broken tiger...and the leader?

The steward took a closer look at the dead tiger's body in front of him, and an imperceptible fright flashed in his eyes.

It has gray skin and white spots, and its body size is a circle larger than that of the general Qi-refining level [-] tiger, so it should be of the leader level.

However, is this really what he solved?

You must know that with the same strength, monsters rely on their size advantages, and it is difficult for humans to compete with them unless they use some magical powers.

But he is only Danxiu in front of him, it is impossible to have such a method.

What's more, you completed three tasks to deal with monsters in one day, and as a result, you didn't blush or breathe, and even your clothes were not stained.

Who would believe it!Treat me like a six-year-old kid?

"Is this what you killed?"

The steward calmed down a little, stared at Chu Ming's eyes and said in a concentrated voice, with a hint of warning in his tone.

"If it is cheating, if it is found out, it will be blacklisted by the Palace of Affairs."

"Cheating? Huh."

Chu Ming smiled calmly, staring at the deacon with burning eyes and said softly.

"How about we go to the Hall of Martial Arts to fight?"

"..."

Faced with Chu Ming's provocation, the steward, who was already annoyed by him, couldn't control his anger, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"Forget it, you're alchemy and I'm going to the Martial Hall with me at the seventh level of Qi Refining Realm? I don't want to be said to be bullying you."

"Coward?"

Chu Ming smiled slightly, and the steward's eyes turned cold with just two words.Rolling up his sleeves, he showed off his extremely strong muscles.

"Count? I, Song Ming, don't know this word!"

"That's fine."

Chu Ming said with a smile, and soon he and Song Ming came to the Hall of Martial Arts, an open-air octagonal siege, much like the plus version of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

Compared with the deserted appearance of other halls near dusk, this place is much more lively. The various arenas are full of spells and supernatural powers, and the collision of flesh and flesh is mixed with shouts from the stands one after another, which makes people's heart beat faster.

After all, there will inevitably be conflicts and quarrels between young and vigorous monks. In order to prevent private fights, Tian Yanzong established a martial arts hall for them to compete and learn from each other.

Of course, in order to enrich the fun of the discussion, there is also a special ranking list, and some rewards are given to those disciples with higher rankings.

Therefore, when Song Ming, who was ranked in the top [-], came to the back of the Hall of Martial Arts, many people surrounded him with the mentality of watching the excitement, and felt a little sad for his opponent.

"Song Ming, physical training, steward of the affairs hall, ranked 49th."

"Chu Ming, Danxiu, the deacon of the Holy Pill Hall, has no ranking."

After hearing the brief introduction from the referee in the ring, many people in the stands sighed and were full of sympathy for Chu Ming.

Another innocent boy who couldn't stand Song Ming's provocation and came to the Hall of Martial Arts to compete.

You are a alchemy cultivator, no matter how high your realm is, you can't beat physical cultivation!

"Are you ready?"

The referee looked at the two of them, and waited for them to nod before saying coldly.

"As far as the point of learning is concerned, those who deliberately kill will be expelled."

Following an order, Song Ming's clothes exploded instantly with a "bang", and his whole body began to bulge like a hill. Earth-brown spiritual energy fluctuations lingered around him, and attacked Chu Ming with astonishing coercion, causing the audience in the stands to exclaim.

"Huashan Jue? Why is Song Ming so serious? He won't be snatched away by others?"

"Don't say it's really possible, this Chu Ming looks pretty handsome... Sister, do you know that he is a disciple of that mountain? Is there any Taoist companion?"

"What's the matter? Are you interested? No matter what you say, you are also the deacon of the Holy Pill Hall. What do you use to attract him?"

"Sao."

"..."

There was a sudden silence in the stands, but this did not affect the discussion on the ring in the slightest.

After Song Ming roared angrily, he rushed towards Chu Ming, stepped on the ring trembling and waved his fists.

"Mountain Fist!"

However, Chu Ming was unmoved, his expression was full of disappointment.

It wasn't that he was disappointed that Song Ming only had this level of strength, but that he was a little disappointed in this match.

Logically speaking, shouldn't the discussion between monks be a confrontation of magical powers?
What's going on with this close combat like ordinary people?

Ugh.

Not interesting.

Chu Ming sighed softly, and stood with his hands behind his back. His hair instantly grew longer like a vine, and immediately divided into nine strands. The ends of the hair condensed into a dragon head, and then rushed towards Song Ming with astonishing power.

Faced with such a weird attack method, let alone the people in the stands were dumbfounded, even the well-informed referee was shocked.

Song Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he had time to react, his limbs were bitten by the dragon's head, and he was instantly tied into a rice dumpling, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

"Uh……"

After a lot of efforts to no avail, he calmed down from the panic, narrowed his eyes slightly, and ran back quickly, with a smug smile on his lips.

Didn't you tie me up with your hair?
Row!
Then I want to see how long your hair can be!

However, when he saw that the black hair all over the ring was not broken, but instead gathered more and more like clouds covering the sun, Song Ming regretted it a little, and his face began to turn red due to shortness of breath.

Veins popped out on his forehead, and he roared angrily and wanted to break free again, when he saw two pale yellow figures slowly walking towards him, accompanied by Chu Ming's smirk.

"You should be very curious about how I got rid of the leader of the broken tendon tiger, right? Well, that's it."

Seeing the two elixirs rolling towards him and the figure condensed above them, Song Ming was terrified and couldn't help roaring angrily.

"Aren't you Danxiu?"

"So I will use Danxiu's method to beat you upright."

Chu Ming spoke uprightly, stroked his long fluttering hair, pointed forward and spoke in a concentrated voice.

"Come on, Makodans, beat him up!"

"You!... Oops! Ah! Two big medicine pill brothers, spare your life, don't slap your face, don't slap your face!"

"..."

In the end, this "farce" came to an end with Song Ming admitting defeat. Although his body was covered with bruises and his eyes were swollen to the point where he could hardly see, he still had to use his weak voice to question him like a soul.

"Referee, he...he won't win by force! He's three-on-one! I want to fight him one-on-one!"

"Chu Ming wins this duel."

"Referee you..."

The referee's voice was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Hearing this, Song Ming was so angry that he fainted. The arena fell silent, only the discussions from the stands filled the entire Martial Hall.

Song Ming lost?

And still lost to a Danxiu?
seriously!
Can Danxiu be so fierce?

"Sister, this Danxiu named Chu Ming is too powerful! I seem to be in love!"

"Sister, I haven't begged you for anything so far..."

(End of this chapter)