Chu Mu had nothing to do with this precious junior brother, and after thinking about it, he couldn't rely entirely on his master, so he continued: "This Sima Zhongcai is nicknamed the Dangerous Ghost. He is the son of the ghost scholar. Do you know the ghost scholar? "
Du Jie thought for a while and said, "Is it that ghost scholar in Ouchi who is responsible for secret killings?"
Chu Mu nodded: "Yes, it's that ghost scholar. Do you know that his son has practiced the infamous soul-destroying finger? This soul-destroying finger is a rare murderous and vicious martial art in the Nianzi Jue. If his father hadn't killed the treacherous villain every time he took him, their father and son would have been killed long ago."
Du Jie's heart moved: "The soul-destroying finger, I seem to have heard it somewhere. It seems that my grandpa told me before, but I have really forgotten the details."
Chu Mu continued: "This soul-losing finger requires a person to kill one person every month from birth to accumulate evil energy. Just practice for this Sima Zhongcai. The ghost scholar has raised many corrupt officials over the years and has not yet taken action. Once The evil spirit accumulates and takes shape, and when it comes to others, it will slowly affect the minds of others. This black-eye soul-pulling technique is just a side effect of the soul-losing finger. He once had a duel with someone and only clicked the opponent's finger. He hit the wall like crazy and died. Junior brother, don't show off when you go on stage. There are no rules in the ring that don't allow you to admit defeat. If you really can't hold on anymore, just surrender. I have informed Master, please try to delay as much time as possible."
Du Jie said with a smile: "Wouldn't that insult the reputation of our teacher? My grandfather often taught me that a man would rather die in battle than live. What's more, I may not lose."
Seeing the confident expression on Du Jie's face, Chu Mu didn't know what to say. Just at this moment, it was announced on the stage: The next match is between Sima Zhongcai and Du Jie. Please invite the two of you to the stage!
The people who heard this name were suddenly in an uproar as if a pot had exploded.
"Sima Zhongcai? Why did he come to participate in this competition?"
"Who is that Du Jie? He is so brave. It seems that Sima Zhongcai wants to establish his authority in the Little Heroes Association."
Such comments kept coming and going, but Du Jie didn't pay attention. He tightened his clothes tightly, then separated from the crowd and jumped onto the ring. Only after he got into the ring did he realize why so many young talents desperately wanted to be in the limelight. It feels so good up there. The ninety-square martial arts arena was filled with a dense crowd of people. Everyone looked up with their heads raised, as if they were worshiping.
"This young man is so energetic."
"Is he Du Jie? What a pity."
"I don't know which family he is descended from. If you don't die in a competition with Sima Zhongcai, you will suffer the consequences of lifelong dementia."
There was still a lot of discussion under the ring, but Du Jie just smiled and said nothing. At this moment, a golden boy-like doll flew up from the opposite ring. It was none other than Sima Zhongcai, the murderous ghost.
One of the judges asked: "Do you want a civil fight or a physical fight?"
Du Jie was stunned and asked: "What kind of civil and military struggle?"
The judge immediately knew that this was a stupid young man, and seeing that he was young, he had a compassionate heart: "Little brother, listen to me, Wen Dou is the selection competition method of the Bodhidharma Academy of Jialan Temple, which is two-person competition. People are more powerful than their internal strength. Generally speaking, people with high internal strength will not be much worse at martial arts, and this method is relatively gentle. Once one party fails, they can still give up and admit defeat. I think you are better at martial arts, little brother."
Du Jie nodded and asked again: "What about martial arts?"
The judge thought that this boy couldn't be persuaded anymore, so he simply continued: "Martial fighting is a river and lake fight. You can choose swords, guns and sticks, and use any martial arts moves. As long as you beat the opponent until he convinces you to admit defeat or kill him, you will win."
Du Jie laughed after hearing this: "A competition should be a life and death fight. I choose martial arts."
The Taoist from Tiepan Mountain shook his head and said: OK. Both sides are looking for swords and guns, and there is no time limit for the competition. Until one person falls to the ground or voluntarily surrenders, he loses.
After Du Jie heard this, he took off the holster of the Kowloon Soul Chasing Gun, twisted the spring with both hands, and made a crunching sound. The head and tail of the Kowloon Soul Chasing Gun have grown a length each.
"Hey, what a fancy gun barrel."
"How can a gun with such a fancy gun be used by martial arts students? It's obviously just for fun in a troupe."
There was another uproar in the audience after Du Jie showed off his soul-chasing gun, but Sima Zhongcai's eyes shrank and he stared at the gun barrel motionlessly.
"This gun seems to be the Kowloon Soul Chasing Gun that my father once mentioned to me? Didn't it mean that this gun followed Du Wei to the northwest? No, Du Jie, Du Wei? Is this Du Jie a descendant of Du Wei? Tianjisou This old guy is really cunning, I want to see if this gun is really as rumored. But this guy was clearly hit by my black eye soul-drawing technique just now, why does he still look so confident?"
Of course Du Jie didn't know what Sima Zhongcai was thinking, so he played a few random tricks and shouted with great enthusiasm: "Come on!"
Sima Zhongcai was not polite. He flew forward and kicked Du Jie's calf. Du Jie moved the Kowloon Soul-Chasing Gun forward and flew up along the barrel of the gun. Then he did a fish-in-the-sea dance with his head down and his feet up. This move wanted to directly lift Sima Zhongcai up. Du Jie was bullying Sima Zhongcai because of his short stature and wanted to make him make a fool of himself. Sima Zhongcai hurriedly dodged Du Jie's left hand, then kicked the gun barrel with his foot, and jumped two meters away. Du Jie missed the target with one move, then slapped the ground with a kite move and stood up again. Sima Zhongcai had sharp eyes and quick hands. Before Du Jie could turn over, he kicked Du Jie in the air directly in the back. Du Jie was in the air at this time and had no point of focus. Seeing that the kick was inevitable. Chu Mu in the audience sighed and said to himself: This junior brother is about to be beaten to the ground in just two rounds.
But among the sparks of calcium carbide, Du Jie's right hand suddenly caught Sima Zhongcai's kick for some reason, and then followed the force of turning over and threw Sima Zhongcai directly as soon as he stood firm.
The whole process was completed in almost one breath. People with bad eyesight in the audience saw Sima Zhongcai fly over and then was thrown directly to Du Jie.
Sima Zhongcai stepped back several steps before settling down on the edge of the platform. Du Jie looked at it and smiled and laughed at himself: "I thought there was something wrong with Zhongyuan's martial arts skills. Why are they all doing tricks on the stage? Only when I got on stage did I realize that I also like to show off in front of others. Well, Sima Zhongcai, I, Du Jie, have been on horseback since I was born, and I have learned all the tricks to kill people. You have to be careful." After saying that, Du Jie clenched the gun barrel with his right hand, and finally stopped what he had just done because he blocked Sima Zhong. A sore and numb feeling caused by a kick.
Although it seemed that Du Jie had the upper hand just now, only the two people in the ring knew that Du Jie had just suffered a moderate loss. Sima Zhongcai's feet contained a strange yin force. Du Jie originally wanted to hold Sima Zhongcai's ankle and play with him, but he regretted it after he actually held it. For some reason, he suddenly felt a cold force flowing directly up his meridians. come over. Du Jie then hurriedly threw Sima Zhongcai out.
Sima Zhongcai sneered: "Well, I'm tired of these tricks, and my father is still waiting for me to go back. I won't play with you any more." Sima Zhongcai walked forward step by step as he spoke, and with every step he took, he Lift your body a little higher. When he was about to reach the middle of the ring, Sima Zhongcai had transformed from a child into a young man of eighteen or nineteen.
This is exactly the characteristic of the soul-losing finger. For those who use their bodies to nourish Qi, all the body's nutrients will be taken away by Qi. Unless the evil Qi spreads out when doing something, the physical skills begin to return to normal, and they must always maintain the appearance of a child.
Although Du Jie was surprised by the change in Sima Zhongcai's appearance, he knew it was not the time to ask him. He raised his gun in his left hand and asked, "Bring you a weapon. Don't say that I bullied you into a little kid without a weapon."
Sima Zhongcai didn't answer, his eyes were closed tightly, his hands were behind his back, his left hand made a flower sign, and his right hand held the wrist of his left hand. There are words in his mouth. Du Jie didn't know what he was going to do, and he was not in a hurry to make a move. He just dragged his gun and watched.
Just listen to Sima Zhongcai whisper: "The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, all things are primitive, the spirit is imprisoned with evil spirits, and the soul is sealed with Qi..."
Chu Mu watched anxiously below. He knew that the soul-destroying finger was a skill in the Nianzi Jue, and the Nianzi Jue was full of tricks that captivated the mind and deceived the soul. This reading technique is said to be a martial art, but in fact it is just a move similar to illusion. As long as Sima Zhongcai is given a little time to prepare the Soul-Destroying Finger, there is really no way to go from heaven to earth. Why doesn't my junior brother understand the principle of striking first?
Perhaps because he heard Chu Mu's thoughts below, or perhaps because he felt that the waiting time was a bit long, Du Jie saw that Sima Zhong had not responded for a long time. His original lazy expression changed, and he raised his gun and was about to step forward. At this moment, Sima Zhong was facing him. As if he was ready, Caiye suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Foyin Nianhuazhi!"
The audience in the audience trembled with fright when they looked at Sima Zhongcai's eyes, and some timid people were so frightened that they squatted on the ground. Because at this time, there was no trace of white in his eyes, and the entire eye sockets were as black as ink. These are not the eyes a person should have at all! As he pointed his finger towards Du Jie, everyone in the audience suddenly felt as if a cold wind was blowing around them. How could it be so cold in late spring and early summer?
"Ah! John Doe, your face!"
"My face? How can I...who are you? Don't come here!"
"Ghost!"
The audience suddenly became a mess, because everyone saw that the faces of others around them turned green and white. Some people who had done evil things even saw the people they killed with their own hands bleeding and cutting off their heads. Take revenge yourself. It was like the entire Little Hero Society suddenly turned into a hell on earth with Sima Zhongcai's shout.
