Chapter 53: The competition begins

"Ah! Ah! Uh!"

At this time, Fang Hong's room was in a mess, with the tables, chairs, and benches shattered. If the building materials were not for the special and extremely hard, he would probably have demolished the entire house at this time.

I am afraid that no one has tried it since the birth of the Blood Demon Sect, and he has not even thought about it. This method is even more serious than self-harm, and it is completely self-killing! If it weren't for the soundproofing of the charging room, Fang Hong would have been watched by everyone.

The pain Fang Hong suffered at this time can no longer be described in any vocabulary. It is a luxurious and comfortable enjoyment compared to the current state of the body of the insects. This is a pure physical feeling. No matter how you block the meridians or suppress them with your spirit, it will only make it more violent.

However, such pain is enough to make a person suffer from so much pain that he will lose consciousness even if he does not suffer from it. However, Fang Hong's consciousness was extremely clear at this time, and his brain seemed to have completely lost its protective effect except for receiving pain information.

You should know that if physical pain exceeds the limit of human tolerance, the brain will release special instructions to make the person faint and cut off all consciousness. This will play a protective role to prevent the person from breaking his mind or body from breaking out of the limit.

But at this time, Fang Hong's brain lost this function, just like a spectator, watching Fang Hong suffer all the hardships without any movement. So much so that Fang Hong was so traumatized by just biting and scratching his body.

However, his body was even more exaggerated. There was almost no complete piece of skin on his body. It was cracked like arid land, and blood continued to seep out of the cracks. I am afraid that even if Fang Hong wanted to die, no soul-catching messenger dared to seduce his soul. This way he could scare ghosts when he was taken to the underworld.

‘Oh, I have said that such pain is extremely huge. Even if you bear it, it is unknown how much strength you can enhance. Be patient. If you don’t want to break down and become a walking corpse, you have to bear it…’ Gui Que is also extremely pity. The one who suffers now is his disciple, but he can’t help, so he can only watch his beloved disciple suffer all the pain.

Finally, Gui Qu finally couldn't bear it, so he took the initiative to cut off contact with Fang Hong and hid in the blood bracelet. Only in this way can he not feel Fang Hong's pain, nor could he hear the heart-wrenching screams...

All the disciples in the outer courtyard were actively preparing for the battle, but Chang Feng was quite special, lying quietly on the bed without any expression.

"Boy, what did you do? I have to come here to get bone treatment every day. Do you love fighting so much?" An elder with white hair said kindly, as if he was really educating his grandson.

Chang Feng said nothing, and he kept thinking about today's fight. If the vitality could last longer, he could avoid that attack, and the result would not be so miserable.

Almost every time he is injured, he will review the fight scenes when he is healing, find his flaws as much as possible, and then make up for them. The elder who healed for him will teach him tirelessly and occasionally tell some great truths.

"Look, the bones are broken again. What time has this been? Do you think you are a slap, and if you continue like this, you will have problems. It's really..." The elder said, as he tied the broken bones and then tied them up very skillfully: "Remember not to fight again, it's not OK to always do this... Oh, forget it, I've said this almost a hundred times..."

"Thank you, I will pay back the Yuan crystal stone I owe next month." Chang Feng stood up, said goodbye to the old man and left.

"Oh... where can I find such a young man? He has excellent qualifications and fights every day..." The elder shook his head, recorded the treatment fee that Chang Feng owed and continued to work hard.

Chang Feng was walking towards the mountain peak of the dormitory and met Li Fulu and others coming towards him. It seemed that he was also preparing for the competition.

"Senior Brother Chang, you are..." Li Fulu looked at the wound on Chang Feng's body, and his expression was a little unnatural: "It's better to join Hongmen. You have a good relationship with the boss. Joining Hongmen will save a lot of trouble. Now we want to help you, but the new brothers don't understand it. If they ask them to take action, they may be a little trouble..."

I heard that Chang Feng was beaten by four or five people several times, and Li Fulu wanted to take people to kill him and stand up for him. But he knew very well that Hongmen had just been established and he couldn't even be busy with his own affairs. If his brothers were asked to help an outsider, it would definitely affect the centripetal force of Hongmen and would also be excluded by the power of all disciples in the outer courtyard. In that case, Hongmen would probably not be able to bear it.

But every day he would receive news that Chang Feng was beaten, and Li Fulu was naturally anxious. He could not understand why Chang Feng was as stubborn as a stubborn old man, and he was simply not in trouble. Judging from his attitude, it was like announcing that he would rather be beaten to death than join Hongmen.

"It doesn't matter. I will join after the competition, but now I will use them to help me practice." Chang Feng said happily. Although he has the talent of a mantra, his physical condition is not particularly outstanding. If he does not use his mental power to disturb his opponent, he will not have much advantage at all.

Moreover, Chang Feng also understood that mental power can only be used as an auxiliary ability. Relying too much on mental power will affect one's own practice, which will be detrimental to future growth. Therefore, when you are beaten, you have never used your mental ability, but only rely on your own body and vitality. From the beginning, evenly matched, until now, you can still injure two or three with one against five.

With a short conversation, Chang Feng passed by Li Fulu and others without stopping, and hurriedly left. Li Fulu and others also sighed, walked towards the trading area, and prepared necessary supplies for the sect competition.

At this time, Fang Hong's room was very quiet, as if time had stopped. The whole room was as if the war had just been fought, and there was no equipment intact. Fang Hong was lying on the ground covered in blood. Although his breathing was very weak, he had not died yet.

‘What? Have you carried it over?’ Gui Que came out of the blood bracelet again. It was five days later, but Fang Hong didn’t say anything, just lying on the ground as if he was stupid, motionless.

Three more days later, Fang Hong's body finally recovered from the painful side effects. But even so, every time he moved, his whole body seemed to be bombarded by a giant hammer, and even his bones were clattering.

‘Uh… it feels so uncomfortable. This feeling is like the whole body is broken and put together. Any movement will involve the whole body.’ Fang Hong lay down again and said in his consciousness for a while.

‘Hmph! I know it’s amazing this time, right? I actually used the Demon King’s blood to carry out backlash cultivation. You can think of it! Do you want to experience the same pain again in the future?’ Gui Qu said half-reproachfully, but his tone was more heartache and sigh.

‘Haha, no, I will never use this method again. At that time, I simply wanted to die, but my body was not obedient at all, and I couldn’t even bit my tongue and committed suicide. I could only feel the pain clearly. That feeling... was so terrible...’ Fang Hong smiled first, then recalled it, and said with lingering fear.

'Your bones are hard enough to be able to not become a madman under such pain. Make a good preparation. With your current state, how can you participate in the outer courtyard competition in two days?' Gui Qu said angrily.

‘What? Two days later? So long has passed?’ Fang Hong was shocked and was about to get up quickly. As a result, it caused pain all over his body and almost fainted without causing him to faint.

Fortunately, Fang Hong was only affected by the side effects of long-term pain, and did not hurt it. The cracks on his skin had been repaired intact by Tongtian Eye. In addition to changing his clothes, the ruins of the room needed to be cleaned.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the competition for the outer courtyard of the Zhushen Pavilion finally officially kicked off. There were more elders coming to watch this year than in previous years, because just this year, many interesting things happened in the outer courtyard. Moreover, the two elders of the Elder Pavilion came, and there were also the elders of the Spirit Spell Hall with particularly high cultivation.

Such a formation is unprecedented, and even some of the direct disciples who came to join in the fun were puzzled. Of course, they would not know that the outer dean Yuan Po'an caught a man in black. Although they did not understand what the purpose of the man in black was, the elders were still worried about the chaos in the competition. You should know that this was not only the people in this sect would come to visit, but also the other sects would come to watch the battle. If there was any chaos in such a conference, it would be embarrassing to be a big deal.

Except for the seventh level or above in the outer court competition, the other disciples are voluntarily registered. However, under normal circumstances, people who have less cultivation will not register, so the number of people participating in the competition will not be particularly large every year, at most, it is only more than 100,000.

Fang Hong received a number, then stood in the area where Hongmen was located, waiting for the competition to begin.

In previous years, the elite disciples of the outer academy were having a conversation with each other, but today there was a bigger picture, that is, the new disciple Fang Hong wanted to challenge Wang He, the strongest disciple of the outer academy. So not only were all the disciples of the outer academy present, but even 80% of the inner sects came, and even nearly half of the direct disciples came to watch the fun.

Fortunately, the venue of the competition is a huge depression in the center of the Zhushen Pavilion, which has no problem accommodating millions of people, but the people behind it can't see clearly.

After a while, a white-robed elder walked onto the huge martial arts competition stage and did not see how hard he tried, as if he was just talking. However, his voice was not too loud, just like standing opposite him chatting, so that everyone could hear it clearly. No matter whether the surroundings were quiet or noisy, the elder's voice was the clearest.

"First game, Fang Hong vs. Wan Xinghong!"

‘Buzz!’ Almost everyone was excited. I didn’t expect to see the legendary Fang Hong competition in the first game. It was really rare. You know, didn’t most of the people who came here watch Fang Hong? I didn’t expect to see it in the first game. It was really exciting.

However, unlike others, Fang Hong was also excited when he heard this sentence. He saw his hands trembling a little, and even murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!