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Chapter 82: As a warrior, we put justice first
boom!
The door of the private room on the third floor of Zuixian Pavilion opened and closed.

Wang Bingquan's burly and slovenly figure staggered out of the box.

In the box.

Ma Youcai looked at the messy desk in front of him.

The smile on his face gradually faded and turned into serious thought.

Although Wang Bingquan did not agree immediately, he had already begun to waver in his heart.

He has worked with Wang Bingquan for more than 20 years, so he naturally knows that what needs to be done next is to increase the stakes layer by layer.

Step by step, Wang Bingquan's psychological defenses were broken down.

This part is not a big problem.

And the next key point is how to deal with the newcomer in the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

“No matter how strong a person is, he can’t be flawless. Even Li Daoxuan’s master, the former head of the Demon Suppression Division, who was such a glorious figure, ended up with an unknown fate. Not to mention a small new master of the Demon Suppression Tower.”

Ma Youcai shook his head, sneered, and drank the wine in the glass.

He suddenly stood up and left the restaurant.

By this time the sky was already dark.

But the inner city of Baihua County was exceptionally prosperous, with people and vehicles still coming and going on the road. The shops on both sides of the road were hung with strange lanterns of various shapes, large or small. The shouts of pedestrians and the calls of merchants mixed together.

Ma Youcai walked along the street, turning left and right, and finally walked into a remote and dim alley.

At the end of the alley is a wooden gate.

He reached out and knocked on the door. The wooden door opened and the person inside came out, took a look, then stepped aside to make way for the spy from the noble family who was planted in the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Ma Youcai nodded slightly with a confident smile on his face.

Hold your head high and walk through the wooden door.

The door behind closed.

From the outside, it looks like an inconspicuous alley and there is nothing unusual about it.

Inside the wooden door, there was a different world. The smell of alcohol and stimulating drugs filled the air, and loud screams could be heard one after another.

The area inside is vast, with an iron mesh arena in the center.

Two big men, who were nearly two meters tall, were fighting until they were covered in blood, while people below kept betting large sums of silver to the dealer.

This is actually an underground casino.

Ma Youcai's gaze lingered on the ring for a moment, then he shook his head and continued forward.

Lift the door curtain and enter an inconspicuous small house at the end of the casino.

Ma Youcai stretched out his hand and pinched it.

Light an oil lamp hanging on the wall.

The light of the oil lamp was as bright as a bucket, swaying back and forth amid the tidal shouting outside.

Two tall and burly figures appeared in the dim firelight. One of them sat on a wooden chair with a big horse and a golden sword, while the other one leaned against the wall, holding a white porcelain cup in his hand, sipping tea slowly with a calm look, as if he didn't notice Ma Youcai's arrival at all.

If you look closely, you will find that the two people look quite similar.

They were actually twins.

These two people are the brothers Song Ting and Song Yingchun from the Song family.

Among the six major families in Baihua County, apart from the Hong family, the Song family is the strongest.

The key reason is that when Song Ting and Song Yingchun join forces, their strength is no weaker than any patriarch of the aristocratic family.

That day in Jiangyue Pavilion.

Song Ting also tried to test Su Heng.

Unfortunately, the Yin puppet he created was destroyed and he himself suffered backlash, so the matter ended up in nothing.

"How's the task I assigned to you going?" The one sitting on the chair with a big horse and golden sword was Song Ting, the older of the two brothers.

"Wang Bingquan has basically agreed. The next step is to figure out how to lure the people out of the Demon Suppression Tower."

Ma Youcai cupped his hands and replied.

"That's not difficult." Song Yingchun, who was drinking tea with a gloomy face, gently tapped the lid of the cup and said softly, "As the master of the Demon Suppression Tower, your duty is to prevent demons from escaping from the tower. It shouldn't be a particularly difficult task for you two elders to join forces and fish a demon out of the Demon Suppression Tower."

"That person is quite arrogant. As long as there is a demon escaping from the Demon Suppression Tower, he will definitely track it down."

Song Ting had a look of obvious hatred on his face. He stretched out his hand and clenched it vigorously. "Then we can lure him into a trap and avenge Brother Wendao!"

"If we risk exposing our identities and get Wang Bingquan's cooperation, it is indeed feasible to snatch a demon from the Demon Suppression Tower."

Ma Youcai frowned and said, "It's just that I don't understand one thing."

Song Yingchun: "Tell me about it."

"Hong Wendao died. Shouldn't the Hong family be the ones who reacted the most to this incident? But why, in the past few days, there has been no movement from the Hong family, and it is us who are preparing for revenge?" Ma Youcai asked in confusion.

"How can Li Daoxuan not think of what you can think of?" Song Yingchun put down the teacup and sneered, "There are seven or eight people who are watching the Hong family just from what we have noticed. As for those who are lurking in the dark and have not noticed, there will be even more."

"The Hong family is not willing to break up with Li Daoxuan yet, so they can only choose to be patient."

“So that’s how it is…” Ma Youcai nodded.

Song Ting snorted coldly, "Endure!? If he continues to endure, then Hong Jiuxiang won't be called Jiuxiang anymore. This name is too domineering and he can't live up to it. Just change his name to Hong Jiugui. This name is good and suits him."

"Hong Jiuxiang is a big beast. He was indifferent when his own son was torn to pieces in front of him. Hong Dingtian is a little beast. He asked his brother to risk his life to give him a smooth career in martial arts. I feel sorry for my brother Wendao. Such a righteous man was born into a family of wolves and rats!"

"only……"

Ma Youcai still spoke hesitantly, "That person's strength is extremely strong."

"Something went wrong with my cultivation that day, and I went astray and nearly died. It was Brother Hong Wendao who went 300 miles into the forbidden area of ​​Xi Marsh and risked his life to kill a Henggong fish and retrieve the monster's body. Not only did I survive, but my cultivation also improved." Song Ting clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot, and a trickle of blood flowed from his fingertips. In the dim firelight, his face was hideous and terrifying.

"Now he has been brutally murdered by evildoers. If I sit back and do nothing, where is the loyalty between brothers and where is the bravery among warriors like us?"

"Brother, you are right." Song Yingchun said loudly, "Being weak is not terrible. What is terrible is not having the courage to wield a sword against a strong person. In this world, although force is important, it does not represent everything."

"Brother Dao has taken a lot of care of me. I can't just sit back and watch his death." Song Yingchun said again.

"it is good!"

Ma Youcai also agreed solemnly, "Since the two brothers have made up their minds, then leave the next matter to me."

"If everything goes well, I should be able to get him out of the Demon Suppression Tower in the next few days. As for the rest, I will leave it to my two brothers."

"Yes." Song Ting nodded, his expression gradually softened, "Thank you for your help."

Ma Youcai stood up and clasped his fists.

He nodded to the two men, then turned and left, quickly disappearing in the underground boxing ring.

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boom!
Demon-Suppressing Tower, fifth floor.

Su Heng sat cross-legged on the huge cushion and snapped his fingers.

Accompanied by a strong wind, the air was torn apart, rippling back and forth, splashing dust.

A golden gas ball burst out, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and landed heavily on an iron plate more than ten centimeters thick, leaving an obvious hole on it.

"hiss……"

Su Heng was a little shocked. "With such power, it can threaten main battle tanks on the battlefield."

Before he traveled through time, he was very interested in previous military technology.

Those steel behemoths that swept across the battlefield.

The thickness of the frontal armor did not exceed twenty centimeters.

Su Heng couldn't smash it through with one blow, but if he hit it twice more, he would definitely be able to flatten it and tear it into pieces.

The extraordinary secret weapons in this world are indeed exaggerated. When cultivated to a high level, each one is like a humanoid Gundam.

Su Heng hesitated for a moment.

Change the way the force is applied and spread out your five fingers.

The unique arc force of the miniature Storm Power is no longer condensed into a ball, but a series of dazzling golden lines.

It kept jumping and flashing between Su Heng's five fingers, reflecting a golden phantom.

"perhaps……"

Su Heng suddenly realized something, "This is the Miniature Storm Technique. This is the origin of the name of this technique."

Swish!
He kept the energy running.

Keeping the five fingers spread out, he pushed hard towards the steel plate in front of him.

Thin golden arcs flashed by like lightning, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

After a while, an uncomfortable and harsh sound came from a distance, and fine scratches appeared on the steel plate.

The scratches gradually became thicker and more misaligned, and the friction sound became sharper.

Finally, there was a dull collision sound.

The thick steel was cut into more than a dozen irregular small pieces by Su Heng's miniature Lan Gong, which had already reached perfection.

It collapsed completely, splashing smoke and dust in the bright sunlight.

"Snapped!"

Su Heng clapped his hands and opened the property panel.

[Miniature Storm Power Ninth Level (Special Effects: Arc Force, Bone Force, Penetration, Cutting)]

Among the three secret martial arts of Qingmu Changsheng, Hanbing Meiying and Miniature Storm Power, the first two have eight levels of perfection, but Miniature Storm Power has nine levels.

This technique is the most powerful.

It is also the most difficult to achieve great success in practice.

Of course, for Su Heng, it was just a matter of spending a few dozen more attribute points.

"Then the next step is to upgrade the Red Sun Black Evil Art to the bone strength level, and then find an earth-attributed art to strengthen it."

Su stood up and put a black robe on himself from the hanger.

With a wave of his hand, a strong force distorted the air, causing a strong wind that blew all the debris and garbage on the ground into the corner.

After a while, someone will come to clean it.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just as he was about to look through Xu Tong's practice notes, there was a knock on the door, interrupting Su Heng's actions.

The door opened, and a disciple from the Demon Suppression Division came out and handed over an envelope.

"Hmm..." Su Heng frowned slightly, "Ma Youcai... seems to be an elder of the Demon Suppression Tower. I haven't met him before, but he wants to treat me to a meal."

"Well, I just finished my retreat, so I can go out and meet him."

(End of this chapter)