Chapter 604: A tragic death of an insider disciple

On the morning of the next morning, Song Zheng was on his way to Neiwu Yanwu Square. Every disciple who met the Neimen was discussing one thing.
Last night, an insider disciple who had lost his weight and died in his own house was deadly miserable. His flesh and blood seemed to be sucked away by something, leaving only a piece of human skin and bones.
The Inner Law Enforcement Church has been involved, and no exact news of the killer has been heard for the time being.
The dead weren't terrible, but the only skin and bones left was chilling.
A large number of inner disciples have gathered on the Yanwu field.
However, at this moment they were gathering together in three or five to talk about the deadly insider disciple.
"Brother Huang, you are here, by the way, have you heard of the tragic death of Brother Zong Qi?"
An insider disciple asked Song Yong to take the initiative.
"I've heard people talk on the way!" Song Yan said.
The other side said mysteriously, "I heard that Brother Zong Qi was not promoted in the big game yesterday. He was depressed and drunk. Dr. Fang was sent home by several brothers. He did not expect that. As soon as a few brothers left, they heard Brother Zongqi's screams, and when other brothers broke into his house, he found that he had become so terrible! "
"Did the killer leave no trace of it?" Song Yan asked with a frown, able to kill Zong Qi in the off time and drain his flesh. I am afraid that the murderer had already passed the period of refining.
"It seems that the members of the Law Enforcement Hall searched Brother Zongqi's house and found no trace of it!" Speaking of this, the disciple's eyes flashed with fear: "The murderer almost disappeared without a trace. ,too terrifying!"
The two talked for a while and it was time for the game.
A total of 37 people were promoted yesterday, of which 30 were gas refining nine, five gas refining eight, one gas refining seven, and one gas refining six.
Seventh refining gas is Ning Mu, and the sixth refining gas is Song Yan.
The two stood out among the disciples who were promoted, and they were particularly eye-catching.
The referee of today is Zongshan, the head of the inner door. His face is very gloomy, and his eyes are full of wickedness. You can see that he is in a bad mood because Zong Qi, who was killed last night, is His nephew.
"Sister Xie, hello, we've met again." Song Yan smiled and greeted her aunt Xie Huayu who was also a promotion.
"Ok."
Gu Xie Huayu responded with a cold face, and did not give him a smile because of Song Wei ’s gift of Go yesterday.
However, his active discussions caused the dissatisfaction of a nearby Qilian Jiuzhong, and he laughed: "A kid who is lucky to be promoted is not qualified to stand with us!"
"You don't want to stand with me. Then you can go. Did I let you stand with me?"
Song Yan turned back politely.
The other person's face suddenly sank: "I hope you won't meet me on the ring, otherwise, you must look good."
"Is that so? But I don't think you have the ability to make me look good." Song Yan shrugged his lips in disdain.
"Let's go and see!"
"Look at your sister!" Song Yan suddenly whispered.
"Dash, you dare to scold me!" The inner disciple was furious, and his voice increased a lot.
"Quiet me!"
At that moment, Zong Shan on the stage looked coldly, and immediately made the inner disciple feel a breathless feeling.
"If there are any louders, they will be disqualified directly!" Zongmen scolded sharply.
In the face of Zong Shan's scolding, the inner disciple did not dare to refute, but could only lower his head honestly, and his hatred of Song Yang directly rose to several levels.
The corner of Song's mouth appeared a gloating smile.
Zong Shan said in a deep voice: "Today's first match rule match, 37 of you catch and fight, the winner advances, hand in your number plate, and start drawing lots!"
This lottery is not intermittent, but a group of eighteen players will be drawn out at once, and one of them will be taken by chance to advance directly.
"No. 9 is empty. Others will start to fight in the order of the lottery!" Zong Shan announced in a cold voice.
"Who is the number nine?"
"Mom, luck on the ninth is so good!
When Song Yan heard Zongshan's words, he couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect his luck was so good that he took turns in the outside door contest. However, when he came to the inside door contest, he took another turn.
However, he was not stupid enough to tell everyone directly that he was the 9th to attract hatred.
Soon, the two men who were drawn first boarded the ring to fight.
Both of them are Jiuqiang Lianqi, and they are all trained in high-grade martial arts of Samsung. They are called a gorgeous, and it took more than two hundred moves to determine the winner.
The second group continued to enter the stage, one gas refinery was nine, and one gas refiner was eight.
As a result, it was the eighth refining of gas refining.
The third group……
Fourth group……
In the fifth group, one of them is Ning Mo, and his opponent is an innate player.
At first, Ning Mo was beaten under pressure, and everyone even saw that the refining Qigeong brother played with a bit of play.
However, he did not expect that after more than thirty strokes, Ning Mo broke out suddenly, using three swords with an extremely powerful sword method to directly split that brother into serious injuries.
Song Yan's feeling of these three strokes was very strange. He obviously felt that Ning Mu was burning his own vitality.
And, after stepping down, Ning Mo's face was obviously pale.
Slightly hesitant, Song Zheng handed him an elixir of healing.
"Brother Huang has kindly led!"
Ning Mo said faintly, but rejected Song Yan's kindness.
Song Yan smiled indifferently, withdrew the elixir, but thought in his heart that the other party was arrogant and at the same time, he also felt that Ning Mu seemed to have hostility towards him. Although the hostility was hidden deeply, but Did not escape his induction.
"Does this guy know that I took his chance and is hostile?"
Song Yan could not help but think secretly.
However, he didn't pay much attention to his heart. Although Ning Mo is the protagonist of this world, he also had the idea of ​​being lucky with him, but since the other party has become hostile to him, he can't commit to cheering him up. Cold ass.
The sixth group of matches began.
This group of games is still very exciting. Both of them are smashing Qi. At one moment, the ring is full of energy, and the sword air is flying. If it is not Zong Shan deliberately confining their battle aftermath on the ring, surely Will fly out of the ring.
After two and a half hours, all eighteen groups of games ended.
In the seventh group of competitions, one of them was Gu Xiehuayu, and the other side also possessed the nine-strength practice of refining gas. A set of Samsung swordsmanship does not contain the slightest firework atmosphere, just like the swordsmanship from heaven. Just ten strokes will be the same. An energetic opponent defeated.
There is only one person who hasn't made it to the stage yet, that is Song Yan, everyone knows that he is the lucky number nine.
"Sure enough, you're gone! You can escape a disaster today, and I see how you can hide tomorrow?" The brother who had conflicted with Song Ye before came to Song Ye to ridicule again.
"none of your business!"
Song Yan said badly.
Today's game has ended, and the seventeen players who will advance will compete for the top ten of the inner door tomorrow.
In the early morning of the next day, Song Ye heard a news. Last night, another brother was killed. His death was the same as yesterday's Zong Qi. Only one skin and bones were left, and the one who died this time was gas refinery. Kokonoe.
[Author off topic]: This is the fourth change yesterday, not the first change