Rather than being killed by other sects' masters who are higher than us in the future, it is better for him to solve us by himself now, so as not to destroy the prestige of the Hongmen.

And this competition is once a year, young and old, starting from this year, he will examine one apprentice every year.

The reason why he wants to implement this rule from this year and conduct an examination for us is because he knows that in this stormy turmoil, Hongmen is already on the cusp of the limelight and has become the target of public criticism, and he even expected that his life would not be long.

Therefore, this competition at the end of this year is not so much about our martial arts as about choosing a person from among us who is truly qualified to inherit the leadership.

And the martial arts of this head of the sect are naturally stronger than him, so that Hongmen can be invincible in the future turmoil.

At this moment, Zhu Ji's skill had almost recovered, his right hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, and he said in a deep voice: "But, since you want to be the master, then you also have an excuse to kill the master."

Sheng Tang shrugged his shoulders at him pretending to be chic, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said slowly: Although I am also suspicious, you are the most suspicious.

Because I found out that in order to become the head of the house as soon as possible, you have actually begun to secretly poison the master.

Because I found that the whole person of the master has changed, and this change will be more obvious at night.

The master will kill people every night, and the people who kill are our own people, whether they are Hongmen disciples or Hongmen's servants, they are all murdered one after another.

Zhu Ji was stunned suddenly, as if he was frightened by these words, and said loudly: What?

Sheng Tang's face suddenly became gloomy and silent, letting the night rain fall above his head, wetting his clothes, and then, turning to look at Zhu Ji, said:

Perhaps, you have also noticed, tonight, when we were approached by the immortal phoenix in the back hall, we found that more than 80 people up and down the Hongmen were already lying on the ground.

Perhaps, you think that it must be the poisonous hand of the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that this is not the case.

Because as soon as the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang entered the Hongmen, he handed over hands with us, and he couldn't get out of his body to kill those people at all.

Therefore, it was definitely not the Immortal Phoenix Lan Yutang who did it, because he didn't have time to kill them at all, and that didn't fit his style.

If my guess is correct, it was the master and his old man who killed it himself.

Hearing this, Wei Shan was also stunned, and said loudly: What?

Sheng Tang looked at Zhu Ji, and then at Wei Shan, his body was trembling slightly, it was because he was too much to control his excited emotions and the spasms that sprung up, and said:

Don't think I'm pretending to be shocking, I say this because I've seen my master kill our own people.

It was about three months ago, oh yes, it was the thirteenth day of July, and although it was a moon, the clouds were heavy and the night was dark.

When I got up and went up to the hut, I suddenly heard a movement in the back hall, which was very light, but it aroused my great curiosity.

I peeked out through the crack in the door, and found that the master gently pushed open the door of the firewood room, and suddenly drew his knife and killed Li Laoshi, who had been doing sundries in our Hongmen for twenty years.

The next morning, when I was anxiously following a few senior brothers to the martial arts hall to practice, the kitchen came to report that Li Laoshi was missing, but the master told him that Li Laoshi had returned to his hometown.

I don't know what happened, so I kept it in my heart, but after that, almost every few days, someone from our Hongmen would return to his hometown.

This made me wonder what was wrong with Master, and I even suspected that he was secretly practicing a kind of vicious martial arts, and he was using them as practitioners.

For this reason, I once secretly monitored the whereabouts of the master at night, and then, to my surprise, found that every time he killed someone, he was in a state of unconsciousness.

It's like his consciousness has been controlled by others, he has become someone else's puppet, he is manipulated to kill someone, and he doesn't even know it after killing someone.

Although I didn't know what was going on, I had a vague guess that the master might have been poisoned by someone who could manipulate him.

Speaking of this, he suddenly stared at Zhu Ji and said in a deep voice: And among all our senior brothers, even in the entire Hongmen, it seems that only you, senior brother, are experts in using poison.

And beyond that, I know that you seem to have some kind of entangled connection with the long-lost poison-loving monster Twin Medicine Slave in the rivers and lakes.

Hmph, am I wronging you?

Zhu Ji had nothing to say.

Silence means acquiescence.

The conspiracy is uncovered, and there is only one result, killing, or being killed.

The air was suddenly filled with an endless murderous aura.

This murderous aura emanated from Zhu Ji's scabbard.

The night rain was boundless, cold and biting, like a disturbing line of life and death, wrapped around the three masters of the Hongmen, the three most proud disciples of the lightning knife Honghui.

Zhu Ji's face was covered with mist, and he didn't know if it was the rain that fell on it, or the sweat that came out of nervousness after the conspiracy was exposed.

He pressed towards Sheng Tang step by step, took three steps, and let the night rain splashing down above his head hit the scabbard hanging from his waist, making a crisp sound.

The rain fell on Zhu Ji's knife and on Zhu Ji's body, beating his nerves.

Zhu Ji's face was solemn and serious.

His hand was tightly gripping the knife inserted in his waist, his green tendons were high and his nerves were highly concentrated, and he could deliver a fatal blow to Sheng Tang at any time.

He was still approaching Sheng Tang step by step, his steps were not so much calm, but rather the anger after the conspiracy was exposed.

He had already decided to behead Sheng Tang under the knife.

Regardless of whether Master Hong Hui had already been poisoned by the immortal phoenix in Hongmen, he would not allow Sheng Tang to see the first light of tomorrow.

Every time he took a step, the murderous aura on his body increased by one point.

The murderous aura had even formed a strong and tough wall that kept the night rain pouring overhead.

And at this time, Wei Shan, who had been silent and watching the changes, was even forced to breathe by this dull murderous aura.

He originally wanted to go between Zhu Ji and Sheng Tang and ask them not to kill each other, but the murderous aura emanating from Zhu Ji's knife was so overwhelming that he could barely speak.

His mouth opened a few times, his body retreated slightly, and finally, leaning against the tombstone engraved with the words "Forest of Death", he could no longer move.

His hand couldn't help but rest on his waist.

At his waist, there was a long, narrow knife with a rainbow arc.

His hand held the long hilt of the knife, looking at Zhu Ji and Sheng Tang, as if he was thinking about who he should help if these two senior brothers really did it?