Lu Ming had a headache. He thought that helping to frame a new disciple was just a matter of help, but he didn't expect that things would develop to this point and had completely escaped his control!

The third level...the last level is left! If Zheng Shiyi really passes the third level, then today is not just a matter of losing face, but his own life may be taken!

What should I do if I don’t eat soft and hard food?

"Xiao Lu, what are you anxious about?" Wei Zhixing reached out to separate Lu Ming and Zheng Shiyi, and said with a vicious smile on his face: "Do you think this little beast can survive three hundred soul-destroying rods?"

A simple question made Lu Ming feel as if he was struck by lightning, and his eyes seemed to be about to be hit and protruded. He looked at Elder Wei in surprise and said with a speechless voice: "Three...Three Hundred Soul-Destroying Rods?"

The soul-destroying rod is made of characteristic materials, and it will be done with one stick! Not to mention the skin and flesh are broken, even the soul will shake three times.

If the challenger can withstand a hundred soul-destroying sticks, no matter what conflicts the challenger has, he must be fair and fair, and wash away the challenger's grievances.

If the challenger can withstand two hundred soul-destroying rods, the leader will come forward to clear the challenger's grievances! However, whether all those who frame the challenger can be punished depends on the leader's intention.

However, if the challenger can withstand the three hundred soul-destroying rods, neither the leader nor the Sanguantang will interfere with the challenger clearing himself of grievances and killing whoever he wants!

Unfortunately, soul-destroying is fatal and powerful. It is awesome and powerful soul-destroying. It is not a super strong endurance and a very good heart. Few people can survive a hundred poles.

As for the two hundred sticks and three hundred, no one dared to challenge them, and Sanguantang never let the disciples who came to challenge them to challenge them.

Wei Zhixing asked Zheng Shiyi to challenge the Three Hundred Soul Destroying Sticks, and the purpose was already very obvious! That is... beat him to death!

"You can pass the sword Qi Pass and walk out of the gravity pass of the nine wheels of the Qi Hu Realm, but you can't stand these three hundred soul-destroying sticks!"

The soul-destroying stick destroys souls. With one stick, the soul of the beating can shake three times. Even if the beating has strong endurance, the beating will die if the soul is dispersed by these three hundred sticks.

Perhaps before the three hundred sticks were reached, the beaten person could no longer bear the heavy damage caused to the body by the soul-destroying stick.

Lu Ming suddenly realized that his previous worries were redundant! Wei Zhixing had been an elder here for so long, how could he compare with the tricks like Zheng Shiyi?

Three hundred soul-destroying sticks are killing people!

The other people in Sanguantang looked blankly at Zheng Shiyi who must challenge him.

Others don’t know how powerful the Soul Destroying Stick is, but they know it well, even more clearly than knowing how much private money they have. With Zheng Shiyi’s thin body, let alone withstand three hundred sticks, even thirty sticks is a big deal!

The 300 Soul-Destroying Sticks can make Lu Ming change his attitude? Zheng Shiyi raised his long eyebrows slightly and secretly wondered, what is the 300 Soul-Destroying Sticks? But... If you want to kill Lu Ming, this is the only way! Since that's the case, what else can you consider?

"It's just three hundred soul-destroying rods..." Zheng Shiyi took a deep breath and said, "Since you have already reached this point, there is no reason to retreat..."

The flesh on Wei Zhixing's face showed a ferocious smile. He was afraid that Zheng Shiyi would not play anymore! As long as you continue playing! Then... wait for death!

Wei Zhixing turned around and shouted at the member who manipulated the gravity: "Wenjun! Go and bring the soul-destroying rod!"

Wen Jun was still in the shock just now. Hearing Elder Wei's words, he ran to get the Soul-Destroying Stick.

After a while, he walked out with a soul-destroying rod that was three feet long and had several needle cones on the head of the rod, and a blue current flowing as a whole.

Wherever he passed, the person next to him had a confused brain and his body twitched unknowingly.

After he walked away, cold sweat continued to emerge in the palms of these people.

Wei Zhixing took the soul-destroying rod and sneered at Zheng Shiyi, "If it weren't for the sect's rules, the cultivation of the person who used the rod could not exceed the challenger's realm. I really want to swing a few sticks for you this time. I want to see how many sticks you can withstand!"

The masters who cast their sticks have different cultivation levels, and the power of the soul-destroying sticks is also different. If the sect does not have such regulations, if Elder Wei wants to cast the stick himself, it is estimated that the challenger will not be able to withstand a stick.

Wei Zhixing turned around and handed over the soul-destroying rod behind him. A man wearing a blue robe and a strong body with a scar on his face ordered: "Hao Dong, don't show mercy to me!"

"Yes, elder!" Hao Dong took the soul-destroying rod respectfully, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he walked towards Zheng Shiyi with a grim smile.

Zheng Shiyi found a clean place and lay on the ground. As long as he survived these three hundred sticks, he could clear himself of grievances. Xu Sa, the person from the Law Enforcement Hall, Old Man Wei, you can just wait to die!

The stick-caster raised the soul-destroying rod. In an instant, the sky was much darker. The blue current roared on the soul-destroying rod like a wild horse that broke away from its reins and ran wildly.

"The first shot!"

The soul-destroying rod was like a mountain collapsed, and it fell down fiercely.

The strong wind carried was like a huge wave, rippling around, blowing people in the distance, and they took several steps backwards.

"Bang!"

A powerful and powerful rod fell on Zheng Shiyi. Zheng Shiyi felt numb all over his body, and a sharp pain, like an ant nippling him, like an ice skate piercing his heart. He almost fell into a coma due to the pain.

It hurts! There are many kinds...

Zheng Shiyi has suffered many kinds of pain, and even tried the pain of being pulled away by someone. He thought there was no pain in this world that could be compared with pulling out the martial soul.

But...now... Zheng Shiyi began to understand that there is really a kind of pain in this world, which is not inferior to the pain of being pulled away from the martial soul! Moreover... such pain still needs to be endured 299 times.

The body was beaten, full of holes, and a large stream of blood flowed out.

A stream of hot sweat came out of his head like steam!

Until this moment, Zheng Shiyi completely understood something... Why did Wei Zhixing, the old turtle, believe so firmly! He could not hold on! This is a fatal injury!

Soul-destroying stick, soul-destroying!

If you have super perseverance and endurance, let alone survive a hundred good things, even a good thing is impossible!

Zheng Shiyi gritted his teeth, and the soul seeds in his body were beating at high speed, releasing waves of martial soul abilities.

A stream of spiritual energy, like a wild beast that broke through the sky, continuously entering the injured area and entering the cells.

"As long as you survive three hundred sticks, you'll be done!"

Because of the pain, Zheng Shiyi's eyes were instantly filled with resentful murderous intent.

"Bang!"

Another blow fell, and the same severe pain and numbness as before came again from the injured area.

Zheng Shiyi almost couldn't bear the pain and fell into a coma on the spot!

"Dongdong!"

The soul seed felt Zheng Shiyi's crisis, and the speed of beating was several times more fierce than before.

Under its high speed, the deepening crack was recovering at a rapid speed.

"Continue to exert force me!"

Looking at Zheng Shiyi's blood-faced face, Wei Zhixing had a smug smile on his face. Such disobedient disciples should clean up. He happily raised his arms high, and then waved them down with force to give him an order that made him feel extremely comfortable.

The stick caster quickly increased his wielding force.

Lu Ming, who was beside him, waved his hand excitedly at Elder Wei and said, "Elder Wei, don't be so anxious. He has to be 300 beaten. It's so bad to beat him to death now!"

Elder Wei nodded acquiescedly and smiled: "That's right."

However, he did not order the baton caster to reduce the strength of the baton swing.

"The third stick!"

"The fourth best!"

“…”

"The first hundredth!"

As the first shot of the stick caster fell, the onlookers opened their mouths in surprise, "Oh my god, he actually endured a hundred shots!"

"That's a hundred great things!"

"On the records of Sanguantang, only one or two people can withstand a hundred pokers!"

"I didn't expect this kid to hold on for a hundred bangs! It's so incredible!"

The soul-destroying rod was not hit on them, but they were restless. The strong wind caused by the fall of the soul-destroying rod was blown back several steps.

They already knew the power of the soul-destroying rod. Not to mention a single rod, they couldn't even bear half of the rod, let alone a hundred rods.

This kid is so good that he not only survived one but two, but he actually survived one hundred.

You should know that among the previous hundred sticks, no matter which stick falls, Zheng Shiyi will become bloodless and not far from death.

But what they couldn't understand was how they endured that they had not died or fainted in this state?

Moreover, if he inferred based on the previous situation, he is likely to accept the next one after another.

One hundred lists! Just one hundred sticks...

Wei Zhixing's face had become very ugly. As Zheng Shiyi withstood more numbers of the soul-destroying stick, his face began to gradually turn darker.

When Zheng Shiyi was over tenth, he clearly showed a state of being unable to hold on! Why did he pass like this? Still the same state of being dying at any time but not being able to die?

If he goes on, he is very likely to break through 200 sticks and reach 300 sticks.

"No, I need to order the baton caster to increase its strength!"

Feeling uneasy in his heart, Wei Zhixing turned his gaze to the stick-caster, wanting him to increase his strength, but his arms raised were put down again, and now it is the limit stipulated by the sect! If we continue to increase it... it is breaking the rules!

Those who fail to pass the three levels are all punished elders who personally investigate...

When Wei Zhixing thought of punishing the elder, his face became even more ugly, and he cursed in his heart: When will this old thing die? If he doesn't die, I can't do anything that has passed! Otherwise, that old thing would really find something from the dead and kill me!

"Elder Wei..." Lu Ming was really anxious at this moment...

Wei Zhixing turned around and showed a kind smile, slapped Lu Ming's shoulder: "Xiao Lu... Have you heard of the story of a straw crushing a cow?"

"A straw is placed on the cow. With the weight of the straw, it will not affect the cow. But put one by one on the cow."

"When you reach a certain level, the cow may not be able to bear it anymore. If you want one more, this one will crush the cow to death!"
Chapter completed!