The night was like a curtain, and the Ningwu Slave Hunting Farm was quiet again. In one of the huge and simple wooden houses in the east of the slave hunting farm, the other three slave hunting slaves were asleep, and only a young man was sitting cross-legged, silent.
The moonlight shines into the house, reflecting the young man's face. The young man is Lu Ye who hunted Bingwu with three punches in the ring during the day.
The fighting trial during the day shocked the entire Ningwu slave hunting farm.
Han Yang had no choice but to send Lu Ye to the residence of a third-class hunting slave.
This residence is the residence of the third-class hunting slave named C.
There were four hunting slaves in the house where Lu Ye was. But the other hunting slaves had fallen asleep early. Only Lu Ye was still sitting cross-legged, as if he was performing a meditation that only strong men above the Pulse Condensation Realm could do.
build.
The old monk Lu Ye fell into meditation and sat cross-legged, not breathing at all.
After a long time, the tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a flash of purple light flashed, filling the black pupils into pure purple. At first, this purple light was like a spark, constantly dancing in Lu Ye's eyes, and soon the entire eyes were covered.
occupy.
Purple eyes!
There are billions or even tens of billions of human beings in Wuling Continent. Among them, there are countless strange people and strangers. Although the eyes of strange colors are different from ordinary people, they still exist.
But like Lu Ye, it is extremely rare for black and white eyes to change into purple.
Lu Ye seemed to have known about the strangeness of his eyes for a long time, and his expression remained calm. In front of him, there was a basin of clear water. Through the moonlight, Lu Ye lowered his head and saw his own purple pupils in the clear water, and smiled helplessly.
For fifteen years, my eyes will always turn purple from time to time. Although I can't notice anything strange about my body, my purple eyes have helped me a lot.
The young man smiled and said to himself in his heart.
Fifteen years later, although Lu Ye didn't understand what was strange about him, he knew that with Zi Tong, he was no longer a slave to be slaughtered.
During the life-and-death fight between Bai Tian and Bing Wu, it was Zi Tong who saved Lu Ye.
As everyone thought, Lu Ye, who was just a slave of the Qingyang Sect, had never practiced any martial arts, let alone Bingwu’s unique Tiger Roaring Fist. Therefore, no matter who it was, everyone would think that Lu Ye would be like those who have not yet become hunters.
The slave was killed by Bingwuqie like everyone else on the spot.
But fortunately, Lu Ye has purple pupils.
Just like his own life experience, Lu Ye also didn't know why his eyes always turned purple.
Purple pupils have been with Lu Ye for fifteen years.
In Qingyang Sect, Lu Ye saw the cultivation of Qingyang Sect disciples countless times.
The skills are extremely complex. But the purple eyes always glow with purple light every time Lu Ye sees Qingyang Sect disciples practicing the skills.
Purple light always makes Lu Ye's vision blurred. Then, Lu Ye seemed to have entered the darkness like an alien space. In the darkness, there was a picture of a white figure moving about. When the fragmented pictures were put together, it was Lu Ye.
The techniques I saw practiced by Qingyang Sect disciples.
In the darkness, every move of the figure was even more exquisite and perfect than the martial arts of those disciples.
And in a martial arts fight, the enemy in the purple eyes, no matter how fast his movements are, will appear to be extremely slow in Lu Ye's eyes.
It was precisely because of this that Lu Ye was able to dodge the Bingwu thunder attack for half an hour during the day.
Subtly, although he has not really entered martial arts or practiced cultivation, Lu Ye has already memorized the skills of those disciples because of the existence of Zi Tong.
In fifteen years, Lu Ye, who had not practiced any martial arts, actually became familiar with nearly half of the Qingyang Sect's martial arts. Even though these martial arts were only low-level martial arts for outer disciples, for Lu Ye, it was very important to him when he arrived at the slave hunting ground.
It is the foundation of survival.
During the life-and-death fight with Bingwu during the day, Lu Ye relied on these skills to avoid Bingwu's killing moves several times.
At this time, the purple eyes appeared again, and the exhausted Luye entered the darkness again. The white figure's martial arts technique was Bingwu's Tiger Roaring Fist.
Although he has not practiced yet, his survival in the Qingyang Sect has given Lu Ye a stronger body than ordinary people. Every time the purple eyes flash a skill, it is as if Lu Ye is practicing it himself. Every time he watches Bai Ying's martial arts, his physical strength will increase.
Consumption.
During the trial, after Lu Ye fully knew Bingwu's Tiger Roaring Fist, he hunted Bingwu with Bingwu's unique Tiger Roaring Fist, leaving everyone stunned!
Lu Ye has not said a word since leaving the ring, and he has never mentioned his past, because for Lu Ye, the fifteen years of Qingyang Sect life has only pain, anger and undying hatred!
He doesn't want to mention it, but he will never forget it!
Because there is a person in Qingyang Sect whom he hates the most in his life, this person is named Xiao Shi.
Xiao Shi, an inner disciple of the Qingyang Sect. Xiao Shi, the enemy who killed Lu Ye’s only relative.
"This is the life of a slave. If you want to gain dignity, climb up from being a slave!"
Princes, generals and prime ministers, would you rather have the seed?
Lu Ye didn't accept his fate, and he definitely didn't believe this.
Lu Ye wants to tell everyone that he, Lu Ye, has no control over my fate!
One day, those bastards who despise him will die like Bingwu, in their own hands.
Taking a deep breath, the purple pupil transformed into black pupil. For fifteen years, although Lu Ye could not be said to be able to control the purple pupil freely, he was still very skilled. After all, the purple pupil was a part of his body.
"Han Yang?" Lu Ye said to himself. Now Lu Ye knew clearly that it was Han Yang who chose Bingwu to fight against him.
Han Yang is the manager of the slave hunting farm, while Lu Ye is the humblest slave hunter.
"You want me to die, but you're not qualified yet!"
Although he, Lu Ye, is weak, he has his own dignity. His dignity cannot be trampled upon by anyone!
Lu Ye endured humiliation in the Qingyang Sect for fifteen years as a lowly slave. After the death of his only relative and coming to the slave hunting ground, Lu Ye finally understood that in this world, only the strong have dignity. The weak have dignity.
, can only be trampled on.
Only by becoming strong can the world surrender!
Everyone who has harmed you must be killed! Everyone who hinders you must be killed!
This is Lu Ye’s future martial arts!
After murmuring, Lu Ye became calm again.
The moonlight was like water, and the room was cold.
But at this time, the two hunting slaves who were sleeping peacefully suddenly rose up when there was no movement in the land.
It turned out that these two slave hunters had been pretending to sleep. What they were waiting for was when Lu Ye was at his worst alert.
In this house, including Lu Ye, the four hunting slaves are all of C level. The two hunting slaves who were attacked are code-named Bing 10 and Bing 13 respectively. Both of them are at the fourth level of body forging. In C level
He is also considered the number one figure among slave hunters.
But tonight, Lu Ye is going to be hunted and killed for no reason while Lu Ye is unprepared!
In the dead silence, the two men ran forward one behind the other, their hands clasped together, as if they were going to kill Lu Ye on the spot!
Lu Ye came to the slave hunting ground for the first time and was very unfamiliar with it, let alone who he had offended.
Although he was familiar with many techniques, he was extremely unfamiliar with the slave hunting techniques. Lu Ye did not dare to act rashly, and in the dim light, his back was still turned to the two slave hunting techniques.
The basin of clear water in front of him reflected the figures of Bingshi and Bingshisan. In the clear water, there were two touches of deep purple, but it was Lu Ye who once again showed his purple eyes!
"really!"
Lu Ye secretly sighed. As early as when he fought against Bingwu, Lu Ye had doubts. Bingwu's intermediate-level technique Tiger Roar Fist, although full of murderous intent, was full of loopholes. And Lu Ye, even more so in Qingyang
Zong has seen the Tiger Roaring Boxing Technique before.
It was just that at that time, the disciples of the Qingyang Sect who practiced Tiger Roar Boxing were more powerful.
Now, seeing the figures of Bingshi and Bingshisan, Lu Ye is even more sure of his guess. Because what Bingshi used was Qingyang Sect's ghost claw, and what Bingshisan used was also Qingyang's.
Zong's Wind-Removing Palm.
boom!
A low sound came from the small space, but it was the original two claws of Bing Shi hitting Lu Ye's back.
Lu Ye's clothes were all torn apart in the shadow of claws.
Accompanied by Bingshi's ferocious smile, a low sigh came from the corner of the house, but it was the fourth slave hunter, Bingshiba, who had been silent.
As if he was quite confident, without even looking at Lu Ye, Bingshi turned around and said to Bingshiba who was in the darkness, "Old ghost, today's events must not be leaked to the outside world, otherwise..."
"What else?"
Before Bingshi could finish speaking, a gloomy voice came from behind him, it was Lu Ye who had just been hit by the ghost's claws.
A flash of purple light suddenly flashed behind Bingshi, but Lu Ye's purple pupils appeared again.
With a thud, Bingshi, who had been grinning ferociously just now, was stabbed through the chest by a pair of pale palms, and blood spurted out from his chest.
The ferocious smile froze. Bingshi, who was at the fourth level of physical training, didn't even have time to see Lu Ye clearly behind him before he twitched and trembled, and then died.
"Why kill me?" Lu Ye asked, his eyes fixed on Bing Shisan in front of him. In the moonlight, Lu Ye with purple eyes looked like Shura!
Lu Ye, who was originally severely injured by Bing Shi, beheaded Bing Shi after a few breaths. What was even more frightening was Lu Ye's bloodthirsty eyes. Bing Shi San had already been frightened to death.
"Yes...it's Di Qing..."
Lu Ye nodded slightly, "Di Qing? Remembered it."
The sound of whistling wind suddenly rose in the empty house. Lu Ye struck out with his right hand one after another, and the shadows of his palms came straight towards Bing Shisan's chest. With several palm shadows, Bing Shisan had no way to retreat, and it was impossible to prevent him!
"This is... the Wind-Tearing Palm!"
Bing Shisan exclaimed, but this became his last words before his death.
The sternum was completely broken, and Bing Shisan fell to the ground and died!
Bing Shi and the other two people all died due to the techniques they practiced.
"You're dead."
A sound suddenly came from a dark corner, interrupting Lu Ye's contemplation.
A middle-aged man with a haggard face walked out of the darkness, it was Bing Shiba just now.