Chapter 542: In-Laws

"Xu Geng should be helping him secretly."

Song Wen looked at the arrogant Cui Huo and secretly guessed in his heart.

During the entire battle, Cui Huo did not show much praise except for successfully performing the 'Blood Seal of Violent Soul'.

The Cui family's competition will be held for seven consecutive days, and it will not end even when night falls.

The fall of night not only did not affect the Cui family's monks' ability to exert their strength, but instead made the ghosts they enslaved feel like a fish in water.

After Cui Huo rested for an hour, he stepped onto the ring again. He made great progress all the way. During this period, he performed several techniques that no one had ever seen before, which attracted continuous cheers from the spectators.

As he continued to win, Cui Huo became more confident and aloof.

In the end, he won the championship with a complete victory.

When the referee announced that he was the first, Cui Huo stood on the ring, high-spirited, enjoying the cheers and compliments of countless tribesmen and casual cultivators.

"I was wrong before. Cui Huo is pretty good." Cui Hongying said on the spaceship.

"The character is still a bit lacking, but it can be refined slowly," Cui Sandao said.

Cui Hongying and Cui San did not know the existence of Xu Geng, which made their judgment of Cui Huo quite fallacious.

"Cui Huo is the leader of my Cui family in this competition. Next is the challenge session. We welcome casual cultivators in the Qi refining stage to challenge Cui Huo. If you win, you will not only get a reward of 100 medium-grade spiritual stones, but also join Cui Huo. Family, became the deacon of the Cui family."

"In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, a total of three casual cultivators will be selected to challenge. Please actively participate."

The referee shouted from the ring.

Many casual cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage who were watching the battle were ready to make a move, but no one stepped onto the ring easily.

After a while, a female cultivator came out.

The female cultivator is about forty years old and has perfect Qi cultivation.

At her age, if she cannot build a foundation as soon as possible, she may have no hope of building a foundation in this life.

She wanted to win the challenge, gain the appreciation of the Cui family, and get the opportunity to build a foundation.

However, the female cultivator was no match for Cui Huo.

After the fight began, the female cultivator only lasted a few breaths before she was defeated.

Maybe the consecutive victories have changed Cui Huo's mentality; or maybe the opponent is just a casual cultivator and not a member of the Cui family, making Cui Huo unscrupulous.

He showed no mercy when facing the female cultivator; even though the other party was obviously unable to resist, he still did not stop casting spells and crushed the female cultivator into a ball of minced flesh.

Seeing the flesh and blood scattered on the floor in the arena, Cui Huo's expression became inexplicably excited, and the dark and violent side of human nature was awakened.

However, no one, including the casual cultivators watching the battle, thought it was inappropriate for Cui Huo to kill the female cultivator.

On the contrary, because of the death of the female cultivator, the atmosphere at the scene became more heated.

"Is there any challenger willing to come on stage?" the referee shouted.

After a while, another middle-aged male cultivator stood on the ring.

The male cultivator was also no match for Cui Huo and was quickly defeated.

"I surrender!"

The middle-aged male cultivator shouted loudly.

But his pleas for mercy were drowned out by screams of 'kill him'.

These voices shouting "Kill him" came from many casual cultivators watching the battle.

"puff!"

A bloody crescent moon slashed through, and the middle-aged male cultivator's body was split into two.

Scarlet internal organs and blood were scattered on the ground.

"Cui Huo, Cui Huo, Cui Huo..."

"Good kill..."

Under the arena, everything was boiling.

The casual cultivators shouted Cui Huo's name crazily and cheered for the killing.

"There is one last spot left, who wants to go on stage?" the referee shouted.

Under the ring, cheers and shouts continued, but no one came on stage.

Although these evil cultivators are bloodthirsty, they are not stupid. Cui Huo's murderous nature is at its peak. Anyone who steps into the ring will inevitably die as long as he loses.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist!

Rogue cultivators will not risk their own lives to cheer others up.

A young figure jumped out of the crowd and landed on the high platform.

"I'm Wei Ding, please give me some advice."

At this time, Song Wen looked like a casual cultivator in his mid-twenties. Like the first two challengers, he had perfect Qi training.

"Another one looking for death!" Cui Huo whispered.

He quickly pinched the spell with both hands and used the Blood Seal of Violent Soul again.

The blood-colored spiritual power was as fast as lightning. When it was about to contact Song Wen, it suddenly exploded and turned into a blood-colored halo that enveloped Song Wen.

In front of Song Wen, a figure suddenly appeared.

This is a late-stage first-level corpse puppet. Song Wen took the time to buy it in the market while watching the battle under the ring.

A bloody halo fell on the corpse puppet.

Song Wen held a huge mace in his hand and suddenly shot out from behind the corpse puppet.

Seeing that his all-powerful technique failed, and seeing Song Wen running towards him with a ten-foot-long mace, Cui Huo showed a clear look of fear on his face, which was soon replaced by anger.

He had been unknown for thirty years, and it was only today that he received the attention of the public. He did not allow this attention to be ruined by a casual cultivator.

He formed spells with both hands one after another, and a bloody shield condensed in front of him.

"boom!"

Song Wen got close and the mace hit the shield hard.

The shield swayed, but did not break.

Song Wen was like a reckless man, waving the mace constantly.

"Bang bang bang..."

In the end, the shield could not withstand the huge force of the mace, and shattered into pieces, turning into a ball of blood mist.

"Die to me."

Cui Huo looked ferocious and shouted sharply.

At the moment when the shield shattered, he had just finished pinching the spell, and a bloody red light stabbed directly into Song Wen's chest like a sharp sword.

Song Wen's eyes widened, as if he was startled by the sudden red light.

At the critical moment, he hurriedly twisted his upper body and shifted his body two inches to the right.

At the same time, the mace in his right hand was thrust forward.

The bodies of Song Wen and Cui Huo were thrown backward at the same time.

Both of them were covered in blood at the same time.

The red light hit Song Wen's left shoulder, which was bleeding profusely.

The mace was also struck on Cui Huo's left shoulder, which was bloody and bloody.

"Bang, bang!"

Two muffled sounds.

The two fell to the ground at the same time.

"Hey! This man is really smart. He knows how to use corpse puppets to receive the 'Blood Seal of Violent Souls'. And he is also a rare physical practitioner."

Cui Hongying on the spaceship had a hint of approval in her eyes.

"This person does have some abilities. If he can successfully build the foundation, he can be considered a relative of the family." Cui San responded.

In order to consolidate their own strength, the major forces will do anything they can.

The sect recruits disciples widely.

The family power is to expand the bloodline, especially those with extraordinary talents.

For geniuses with different surnames, the most common method used by family forces to recruit them is marriage.

When a genius with a different surname combines with a girl from the family, there is a certain probability that a talented offspring will be born.

Cui San's lips moved slightly, and the Foundation Establishment referee in the ring below immediately moved and came to the center of the ring, interrupting Song Wen and Cui Huo who were struggling to get up and continue their fight.

"You two don't need to continue competing. You two are considered a tie."

He turned to look at Song Wen and asked.

"Wei Ding, where do you practice?"

"This junior is a casual cultivator with no fixed place to live."

"Are you willing to join my Cui family and become a member of my Cui family?"

Song Wen looked excited and flattered.

"Junior is willing."