"If you want to gain great strength, you have to pay something." Fu Mo did not deny it.

"In short, this is a powerful body refining technique that is as powerful as your Jinxuan body. It's up to you whether you need it or not."

After Fu Mo finished speaking, he passed a ray of information into Qin Cheng's consciousness and fell silent again.

"Fire Demon Body. The body refining technique of the ancient Flame Demon Clan, which can be refined to perfection and destroy the world with a wave of hands. It burns the stars with its palm, and the fire from heaven and earth will remain outside the body forever, burning everything."

As he combed through the words on the exercises, a supreme and domineering aura hit his face.

Qin Cheng's eyes flashed with thought.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there are endless wonderful skills left by his father, so he can judge that this skill is real.

"This Talisman Demon once boasted that he was in the stage of transcending tribulation. I didn't believe it before, but now I somewhat believe it."

Kyoto Martial Arts Association, Dungeon.

Screams and pleas for mercy could be heard from time to time.

The president looked calm and walked slowly to the door of the deepest cell. He took out something and threw it into the cell...

"Witch, look at your son's head."

The president of the conference praised: "Your son is indeed very strong, but he still lost his life at my hands. I advise you to give up your thoughts of leaving and stop resisting us."

The woman raised her pale face, looked at the person's head, and then looked at the president.

She said disdainfully: "This is not my son. And you lost."

The president's mouth twitched and he said gently: "Don't deceive yourself. This is your son. Your son was killed by me."

"You lost." The woman sneered.

The president of the conference couldn't hold himself any longer. He stood up suddenly and roared angrily.

"Fart, who am I and what is he! I am the superior president of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association. He is just a low-level loser. Why should he defeat me? Why!"

"I have a heavenly cultivation level and am halfway to the realm. No one except Ye Qingyun is my opponent. I can slap him flat with one palm of my hand!"

"If he hadn't wanted to suppress you in the first place, if it hadn't been for the useless incompetence of the association, he would have died long ago! He would have died long ago!"

"Not only did you lose, you lost miserably."

The woman continued to look at him sarcastically: "Your death is coming soon."

That look cut into the President's heart like a knife, causing him to bleed.

Increasingly angry, the president suddenly drew out his long sword and placed the blade across the woman's snow-white neck.

"I can't kill your son, but I can kill you at will!"

The disdain in the woman's eyes was even stronger this time, and she even moved a little forward. The long sword scratched her skin, and a few drops of bright red flowed down.

The president hurriedly sheathed his sword, as if he was afraid that the woman would die.

"You are just that man's dog slave, are you worthy of killing me?" the woman sneered.

"Enjoy your last madness, my son will kill you all tomorrow."

The president's face turned red.

"Hit me." He ordered the jailer, turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, he turned back again, his eyes bloodshot.

"I will definitely bring your son's head to you tomorrow, I will!"

"I want everyone in the world to know that the Kyoto Martial Arts Association is the strongest, and I, Jiang Bai, am the strongest!"

The martial arts world has been extremely lively these two days.

Rumors are spreading that Qin Cheng is about to lead the Qin Sect to challenge the Kyoto Martial Arts Association.

Countless people participated in the discussion, whether online or in real life, and the limelight suddenly covered all topics.

Even some of the most marginalized warriors in Yanxia knew about this.

Without him, the Qin Sect is the top sect that has recently emerged. The Kyoto Martial Arts Association represents one of the top powers in the hearts of the older generation.

A battle between the old and the new. A fight of life and death. Who can come out on top?

Many people even plan to go to Kyoto to witness this peak moment.

However, the Security Office quickly issued an order to pour cold water on these people.

In view of the complex situation, the security office will seal off the area during wartime, and only those who have received the invitation are eligible to enter.

Otherwise, the security department will kill you without mercy.

For a time, paper in Luoyang was expensive, and the price of invitations skyrocketed, reaching tens of millions per piece.

"Little Fox, let's go home." Fang Xiaodie, who couldn't buy the invitation, rolled her eyes and left the house with Fire Fox.

"Master, the arrangements have been made. Someone will be filming the whole process, so you won't miss anything." A butler from the Teng family reported to Teng Ao.

"Qin Cheng, I want to see how big the gap is between you and me." Teng Ao nodded coldly. At this time, his injury was much better, but he was still reluctant to move.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, in a manor.

"Take me to see it. I want to see Qin Cheng die with my own eyes."

The old man in the wheelchair has a wrinkled face, clenched fists, and eyes full of hatred.

"Master, let's forget it."

The housekeeper shook his head and said, "You only have a few years left to live. Enjoy your life more. Why do you have to be embarrassed when you get old?"

"He took away everything from me, my property. My status is all gone. If he doesn't die, how can I die peacefully?" Mr. Su roared angrily.

"take me."

The butler shook his head helplessly and pushed Mr. Su out of the manor.

Inside the hospital.

President Six slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the broken arm, first at a loss, then in fear, and then in anger.

Cangzhou leaned over and said carefully: "President, you are awake."

Snap!

When the Sixth President saw Cang Zhou, he was furious and slapped him on the face.

Cang Zhou was knocked directly into the wall, and then he stood up with his face covered, blood flowing out of his mouth, and his teeth broken.

"Is this your news? You idiot."

The Sixth President angrily scolded: "From today on, you will be deprived of all your positions in the Martial Arts Association and get out of here!"

"President, please calm down. I'm going to get out. I'm going to get out now." Cang Zhou's face was swollen. But he squeezed out a smile and fled the room in a crawl.

"Ah!" President Six roared, pulled out the tubes on his body, and smashed the ward.

The night gradually passed, and a ray of morning light broke through the darkness.

In the hidden world.

A huge mansion is located, with a shining golden plaque hanging above the door.

Jiang Mansion.

A woman knelt on the doorstep, motionless, like a clay wax figure.

In the mansion.

"Sir, the eldest lady has been kneeling all day and night."

The housekeeper served morning tea to the old man and said cautiously.

"The day she left the Jiang family, she was no longer my daughter." The old man sipped the tea soup with a rather cold expression.

"Old man, Xiaolian is our flesh and blood after all." The old lady couldn't bear to say.

"I haven't been back for more than 20 years. When I come back, I have to borrow the weapon of transformation. Does she regard me as her father?" The old man was slightly angry.

"You kicked her out of Jiang's house and didn't let her come back. How could she come to see you?" the old lady asked.

"Don't give me excuses. Don't think that I don't know that you have been secretly exchanging letters with her over the years." The old man snorted.

"That's right, so where do you think the tea you drink comes from? A few years ago, my second uncle's child had a strange disease. Who cured it?"

The old lady held her cane on her waist and spoke tit-for-tat.

"Anyway, I don't see people and I don't borrow things."

The old man was speechless, snorted, turned around and left.
Chapter completed!