Chapter 7 Sect Competition

In the early morning, the chirping of birds in the mountains echoes in the back mountains where there is no human habitation.

As the birds chirped, a thin figure slowly walked from the bottom of the mountain towards the top of the mountain, dragging an ax that was half as tall.

This young man was Su Chen, and there was a hint of bitterness on the corner of his mouth.

Along the way from the bottom of the mountain, he didn't find a single slender tree.

Cheng Feng asked him to cut three hundred kilograms of firewood a day, which seemed to be the mass of firewood that one tree could use.

Su Chen stopped in front of a dwarf tree about two meters high. This dwarf tree with a diameter of half a meter was found by him. It looked like a fragile tree.

With anger in his heart, Su Chen punched the tree trunk. Su Chen bared his teeth and felt heartbreaking pain from his fingers.

This seemingly fragile dwarf tree remains strong.

A sense of despair arose in my heart, it was impossible to be lazy at all.

The thin body dragged the ax and chopped towards a position at the root of the tree again and again.

For half a day, Su Chen was paralyzed on the ground, and his arms were a little cramped. This broken ax was unable to use fighting energy, and it didn't even have the slightest bonus. At this moment, Su Chen didn't want to move.

"Junior Brother Su, this is the meal that the sect master asked me to deliver. Lunch and dinner are both here."

The sun was shining brightly, and a young disciple dressed in black came to Su Chen with a wooden bucket and put it down heavily.

What kind of things did the sect master prepare for this junior brother? With his strength as a fighting master, the barrel felt heavy even when he carried it.

Su Chen was lying on the ground, raised the hand that was not holding the ax handle, and said in a vague voice: "Thank you, senior brother."

The black-clothed disciple didn't pay much attention, he just laughed secretly in his heart. He was another unlucky guy who was thrown out to chop wood by the sect master. Every year, there would be a few unlucky or weak people in the sect who were taken out and given a second chance.

, in fact, it is free labor.

In his opinion, the young junior brother in front of him might not be able to survive this period of hardship.

However, being able to cut down the small locust tree to one-third on the morning of the first day is considered a good achievement among woodcutters over the years.

"Junior brother, the sect master has told you that you must finish the meal and there must be no leftovers."

An incomprehensible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The disciple in black turned around and walked down the mountain. Without the barrel in his hand, his steps down the mountain were much lighter.

Su Chen opened the bamboo cover with trembling hands, and a slightly pungent smell hit his face.

vomit!

Su Chen's stomach was churning. The food in this wooden barrel was not only made of traditional Chinese medicine, but also contained various poisons and poisonous weeds. The fishy smell was also mixed with the smell of blood.

Is this stuff for people to eat?

Maybe the old man who owned the door was unhappy with him and wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, so he took the opportunity to take away his poisonous body.

However, my body has an unexpected desire for this bucket of poison.

I picked out a few purple-red bloodflower grass from the barrel. This thing didn't look so scary, and I could still eat it reluctantly.

Closing his eyes, he stuffed a purple blood flower into his mouth and chewed it hard with his teeth. Suddenly, a chill rushed from his mouth to the top of his head. Su Chen endured this amazing chill and felt deeply.

Swallow it into your belly.

The coolness spread in my stomach, and there was an indescribable comfort.

As the coolness spread throughout his body, Su Chen couldn't help but put his hand into the barrel, grabbed a handful of "meal" and stuffed it into his mouth. He no longer cared about the appearance and appearance of these things in the morning. At this time

He has a great desire for these things.

While holding the incense stick, Su Chen looked at the black juice on his hand with dull eyes, and his heart started to tumble again.

This, he actually ate these things?

After a period of retching, Su Chen's forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and his face was slightly pale, but at this time, the fighting energy in his body was surprisingly abundant.

There was also a slight itching and hot feeling in the lower abdomen. Su Chen opened his clothes and saw a brilliant colorful hidden line covering the chest and abdomen. As the fighting spirit continued to increase, this hidden line actually emitted a faint fluorescent light.

At half past midnight, Su Chen dragged his tired body and stood in front of the wooden house. Next to him stood a pile of firewood, which was the small locust tree. However, at this time, it had become pieces of firewood piled there.

Su Chen's men were holding an ax half as tall as a man. After a whole day of training, he had become accustomed to the torture this ax would give him.

Where the ax handle and the ax head connect, there are three large characters engraved on it.

Sansheng ax!

This is the name of the axe. According to legend, the head of the ax is polished from Sansheng stone, and the wooden handle is made from the trunk of Sansheng wood.

Although it is not a weapon famous in the mainland, it should not be underestimated.

Carrying the ax, Su Chen staggered to the wooden door of the woodshed, lit a candle and placed it on the table.

The candlelight flickered, and only then did I find a figure sitting in the room. His eyes were covered by a black cloth, and his temples were pale.

Naturally, it was Cheng Feng, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"Su Chen has met the sect master."

"You are not my disciple now, so there is no need to bow."

Raising his hand to stop Su Chen, Cheng Feng said calmly, "I came to see you today to see how your poisonous body is doing."

As he spoke, the lavender fighting spirit raged, shaking Su Chen's upper body clothes to pieces.

"How do you like the meal prepared for you today?"

Placing his fingers on Su Chen's lower abdomen, Cheng Feng frowned, and an unclear expression appeared on his face.

Su Chen shook his head silently, thinking about the purple-black juice, and felt sick in his heart. As for the reason for the decline in strength, even if he told it, Cheng Feng would probably not believe it.

"Three-star fighter?"

Su Chen looked at Cheng Feng with a look of disbelief on his face. During the day, almost all the fighting spirit in his body was taken away by the axe. He didn't feel it at all as the fighting spirit increased.

Cheng Feng's fingers tapped on the table, as if they were tapping on Su Chen's heart, "The poisonous body of disaster is activated when exposed to poison, and ascends when poison is eaten."

The eyebands slipped, and his gray pupils stared straight at Su Chen. Even though Su Chen knew that Cheng Feng was blind, there was still a cool feeling behind him.

This sense of oppression is too strong.

"But boy, you are really a genius, you can actually suppress the improvement of the Poison Body of Disaster for such a long time."

Cheng Feng's fingers traced across Su Chen's thin body, starting from Su Chen's lower abdomen and slowly moving to his left chest. The violent energy made his expression suddenly change, and he said doubtfully, "You

No heart! Is that the strange fire beating in your chest?"

He frowned, "Is it still a strange fire that lacks its origin?"

Boom, boom, boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Chen's mind was filled with confusion, as if he heard the fright of the poisonous fire from the underworld in his chest, he took two steps back and leaned against the wooden wall behind him.

He really has a keen sense of perception. With just one touch, he discovered the problem with his body.

He looked at Cheng Feng warily, leaning against the wall.

"Hey, boy, am I that terrible?"

Cheng Feng had no choice but to put down his palm and smacked his lips and said, "You have something special. Your heart is gone, but you can still be alive and kicking. And this strange fire doesn't seem to have been refined by you."

Su Chen stared at Cheng Feng without saying a word, with a strange look on his face.

"Really."

Cheng Feng smiled, put his palms together, intertwined his fingers, and placed them on the wooden table, "I came tonight to make a deal with you. If you agree, I promise to help you when your poisonous body breaks out.

once.

If you really want to say it, my understanding of the poisonous body of Ernan is far better than that of Ouyang."

"What do you need me to do?"

Of course Su Chen knew that there was no free dinner in this world. If he really asked for nothing, he would find it difficult to feel at ease. No one would be nice to you for no reason.

Cheng Feng stood up, put his palms behind his back, and said: "Participate in the sect competition on behalf of my Wan Du Sect."

This sect competition was jointly established by powerful sects from various empires in the northwest region. They communicated and learned with each other. They also ranked among the younger generation, and the older generation drank tea and chatted.

It seems easy, but in fact it is murderous.

Although Cheng Feng is in charge of Wan Du Sect, there are few people among the younger generation who can take charge.

The Enan Poison Body can be cultivated very quickly. With such an opportunity, how could Cheng Feng, who is as old as a man, let it go out of tune?

"How long until this sect competition?"

"About a year and a half, you have plenty of time."

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