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Chapter 27 Martial arts, the skill of killing people and stopping fighting!

"You guys, do you understand?"

Su Ming didn't answer the question instead, after scanning the ten students, he fixed his eyes on the face of the person who asked the question.

This person is exactly Sikong.

It seemed that he had seen through the layers of mist and seen Sikong's true face.

No one answered, or in other words, everyone had a different answer.

Everyone's 'line' is private.

Su Ming got up suddenly, and his hale and hearty voice echoed in the practice room: "Cultivation, I have said it, it has been planted in your hearts. Next, I will teach you...

A means of killing people! "

In an instant, the curling green smoke melted like snow, the incense candles were extinguished, and the people who were still sitting high in the clouds fell into the boundless Abi Hell.

Hungry ghosts walk along the road, filled with resentful spirits, mountains of bones and seas of blood. There are Hells of Shouting, Oil Pot Hell, and Tongue Pulling Hell.

Leaving behind bloody footprints, I waded through the underworld and walked across the Bridge of Bones.

Then, countless hungry ghosts rushed towards each other and devoured everyone alive!

"Duh!"

The yellow bell rang, and a loud shout rang in everyone's ears.

Sikong woke up immediately, his whole body was wet with cold sweat, and his hands hurt from holding them.

And although he was gasping for breath, the fear in his heart was shattered by the sound of the yellow bell, leaving only the deepest feeling.

And Sikong glanced at others, it was the same.

However, Sikong saw that beside him, the shy person who was helping him was extremely calm.

This person's chest rose and fell gently, and he sat cross-legged as usual, as if he didn't know the fear of death.

Sure enough, Su Ming had looked deeply at this person but said nothing.

"You, get up!"

Sikong lowered his head, feeling deeply that Su Ming's miraculous means deserved to be far superior to the existence of Yuanying Patriarch.

The [-] registration fee was not injustice spent.

A strange atmosphere permeated the air.

Sikong's slow mental induction prevented him from noticing at all, and he still fell into a long feeling of emotion.

"Hey, hey..."

A faint voice came, and Sikong was a little confused. Looking at the shy man next to him, he also lowered his voice: "What's going on?"

"King Yue, get up!"

An angry voice sounded, and Sikong looked up, and saw Su Ming's face was stern, and his eyes were staring at him majestically.

Sikong has always been ignorant of the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. Seeing Su Ming calling him, he stood up slowly, and then walked towards Su Ming slowly.

There was a sound of protest from the bones, and Sikong focused almost all his attention on his legs. Only then could he be able to control this old man.

But this scene, in the eyes of others, has become a clear proof that Sikong is unruly and unreliable!

Su Ming could see through the fire and saw the condition of Sikong's body, so he didn't urge him, but quietly waited for Sikong to come slowly.

"Master Su, what advice do you have?"

Sikong stood with his fists clasped, and took out a crop handle, which immediately attracted a burst of laughter.

"Um?!"

Su Ming's cold eyes shot out, he no longer looked like a refined scholar, just like a soldier who laughed at the enemy's blood and devoured human flesh.

The rich boy's face turned pale, he lowered his head, not daring to meet Su Ming's gaze.

Su Ming snorted angrily, threw the ground with a loud voice, and said loudly: "Killing people and taking their lives is called martial arts. Martial arts is one person who can stop an attack, and skill is a skill. Naturally, the best way to stop an attack is to let your enemy fight again. I can't fight anymore, and I can't speak anymore!"

Su Ming suddenly turned around, looked at Sikong, and said loudly: "Look, what are martial arts!"

Sikong's heart tightened, and he vaguely remembered that when he signed the practice contract, he seemed to have roughly seen a regulation, "In the practice room, life and death are irrelevant!" '

Sikong turned around in a panic and shouted: "Master, Master, don't..."

"Wolf shoulders, don't look back!"

Su Ming didn't care about it, and caught up with Sikong one step at a time. His right hand was hooked on Sikong's shoulder, and he clasped it firmly.

A burst of severe pain came, and Sikong turned his head subconsciously, shrunk his shoulders, but heard the cracking sound of his shoulder blades clearly.

And the hand on the shoulder was as steady as a rock, not moving at all!

Su Ming's right hand turned a hook into a palm, and with a palm on Sikong's chin, a soft force spread out, and then Sikong's head rotated 180 degrees.

The eyes behind the mist stared straight at Su Ming behind him.

With one move, Sikong died!
"Martial arts, the original origin is the method of hunting, first hunting beasts, and then hunters! Pay attention to one-hit kills, vicious, merciless!"

Sikong opened his eyes in bewilderment, touched his intact head, slowly got up, and saw Su Ming turn to look at himself after giving instructions to the nine students.

"If a tiger digs out its heart, it will die if you avoid it!"

Sikong stared wide-eyed, like a frightened rabbit, dodging one after another: "Big, master..."

Su Ming was like a fierce tiger on the mountain, with fierce aura like a sea, his face full of murderous intent, his palm directly plunged into Sikong's chest, holding a beating heart, and then, crushed it!

With a 'plop', Sikong fell down feebly.

With one move, Sikong died!
"No matter what kind of martial arts, the focus is on the unity of spirit, energy and spirit, and concentration. Ancient civilizations are known as national arts. Named after a country, it is enough to prove that after the unity of spirit, energy and spirit of martial arts, you can fight against the destiny of the country!"

Sikong stood up again unsteadily, with a confused expression on his face, looking around.

Seeing this, the pungent girl's heart softened, but she felt a little sympathetic to Sikong.

'Forget it, looking at his pitiful appearance, my aunt is not an unreasonable person, but if he dares to speak out, my aunt will swallow him alive! '

When Su Ming came again, Sikong raised his voice and screamed loudly, weeping like complaining, those who heard it were really sad and weeping when they heard it!

'thump! '

Sikong died again and again and got up again.

After Su Ming taught him again and again, he took action with murderous intent.

The nine students, seeing the killing scene taught by precepts and deeds, seemed to realize something.

"Snake coiled waist, top three inches!"

Su Ming was like a python, his body was soft and his bones seemed to have turned into running water, and it actually wrapped around Sikong's waist.

At this time of life and death, Sikong has been in a trance, and his spirit has suddenly become fixed, as if he has accumulated a lot, recalling the death again and again.

"Wolf shoulders, don't look back.What if I didn't look back at that time, but instead held my neck in my mouth and bumped backwards? '

'The tiger rips out the heart, if you avoid it you will die.What would have happened if I had not chosen to avoid it at that time, but had faced the difficulty, shortened his charging distance, and interrupted his offensive? '

'It turns out that Master Su has already told me the method of breaking martial arts! '

……

There was a bright light in Sikong's eyes, and time seemed to slow down at this moment, no longer rushing.

Sikong looked at Su Ming's snake-like body, and in a blink of an eye, he compared the three-inch proportion of a python to Su Ming's body.

Then, it was calculated that the three inches of the boa constrictor was Su Ming's abdomen!
'Hundred Punches! '

Even if the spirit is severely wounded, even if the appearance is incongruous, the domineering martial arts will in Sikong's heart is not willing to disappear, on the contrary, it becomes more and more rebellious and arrogant!

At this moment, Sikong was furious, he used his elbow as a punch, and pushed out with his elbow, hitting Su Ming's abdomen!
'I don't know if I'm drunk today, a hundred miles of waterfalls, hanging down from Jiuzhou! '

The martial arts will melted into a storm and headed towards Su Ming's mind!

"Ok?"

Su Ming gasped in surprise, he didn't know if it was because of Sikong's counterattack, or this sudden mental storm.

But he retreated as soon as he touched it. For the first time, he stopped and returned to the Sanqing furnace.

In the Sanqing furnace, the incense candles are burning again, and the green smoke is curling up.

Serenity once again enveloped the practice room.

　I can't move...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)