God-Level Sign-In System

Chapter 109 Cutting

"It's better to admit defeat early and avoid many sins."

Although Ye Chen was at a height of more than ten feet, their gossips were heard truly.

Ye Chen hurriedly checked the reason to see why.

Then Ye Chen tried again. This time, the Martial Soul prototype in his mind hadn't been formed yet, his legs were almost taken out of bones, and he lost strong support and thumped to his knees.

The audience was in an uproar again.

"Presumably this Shura Martial Soul is taboo to imitate, or it requires a unique style of creation from the heart." Kneeling Ye Chen thinking about Meditation for a while, but also guessing.

At this time, the surging Martial Soul of Hu Yan comfortable is approaching Ye Chen, and Ye Chen is involved in a roar like a shower of violent wind and surging waves.

"Is it true?" Ye Chen choked, cursing inwardly.

He can't catch it and let it be slaughtered. Ye Chen struggled, and his mind moved, and a black vortex grew from small to large and spread.

It was also strange. Once he didn't imitate, Ye Chen felt the strength in his legs recovered, and quickly stood up, no longer being looked down upon by others, and sneered again and again.

From this moment, Ye Chen suddenly realized that Shura Martial Soul did not have a specific inherent shape, and thought and thought it at will. In fact, it was not that simple. I tried before, but imitated it was not good, but suffered from it. You must create your own creation, that is, aim to create. .

I don’t know if the Martial Soul I own can be reused, it will have to be verified in the future.

If it can’t be reused, it will need to be replaced every battle. In this life, on the way to the peak of Martial Dao, I don’t know how many types and how many Martial Souls have to be imagined.

At the beginning, he identified this Shura Martial Soul, and then he changed as the situation happened. At the end of creation, he believed that he would go further even though he had setbacks.

"Boy, go to hell!" Hu Ting freely yelled when he saw that Ye Chen was already in his surging Martial Soul, and he was holding the winning ticket.

call! call!

Hu Ting was in his ears, the wind was violent, and he even felt his Martial Soul shaking.

He was surprised to see that in the surging Martial Soul, there was a rapidly growing black whirlwind, centered on Ye Chen, shattering the surging waves.

As the cyclone grows larger and larger, the breaking power becomes more overwhelming.

Hu Ting Zizai didn't dare to be careless. If a disciple in Tsing Yi couldn't bear it, what kind of face would he have a foothold among the disciples in white in the future, let alone signing the status of life and death, and if he was defeated and died, he would not die.

Thinking of death, he couldn't help shuddering. Before this, the word death had never flashed in his mind. How did it appear that it actually felt like this.

"I can't die, Martial Dao is still a long time away, this is just the beginning, how can it end?" Thinking, Hu Yanzi will do his best to Cultivation Base.

If he had used eight points of his strength before, he had already released Cultivation Base as much as possible, which was more than twelve points.

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Huyan was at ease, and guilty, Ye Chen was also struggling in its turbulent lake.

At this time, the voice and smile of the grandfather on the earth suddenly appeared in his mind, reminding Ye Chen that when his grandfather was buried, there was only a reed mat wrapped around his body, not even a coffin for his mouth, which made him burst into tears and remembered his grandfather and grandson. The past that depended on each other for fate.

In the next moment, Ye Chen raised his head to the sky with a long roar, and the black whirlwind suddenly rose again.

At first there was no movement, just like the picture. At this time, the world was not only dim, and the audience was watching, like a squally gust of wind, the roaring coast, and the cold wind continued to hit the face, which made it tremble. stand up.

"A disciple in white who is looking at the Seventh Stage Cultivation Base of Bai Yijing. It is supposed to be a second to the one thousand and one Realm Fifth Stage. Why is the stalemate endless?"

"Yes, this disciple in white clothes is bad too."

"It's not that the disciple in white clothes is bad, but this disciple in Tsing Yi has extraordinary combat power, and his Martial Soul is unpredictable. What exactly it is, seems to be uncertain."

Ye Chen's Martial Soul is full of mysterious colors, which arouses the curiosity of many people.

The battle between them and the air-conditioning exuded made many people feel cold, and they kept blowing their hands to keep warm.

"There's still more to be done?" Someone was impatient at first.

"Wow!"

The crowd of onlookers felt like a pouring of cold water for almost an instant, and there was a cold war.

boom!

On the high martial arts stage, Hu Ting Zizai and Ye Chen both retreated to the edge of the martial arts stage. However, Ye Chen possessed Wanhua Qiankun's decision. After a little thought, he transformed himself and returned to the center of the stage.

But Hu Ting Zizi was miserable, but after hearing a plop, he fell heavily to the ground from a height.

I don't know who fell into the rock, and a stone was thrown under him in time. Although it was not big, it happened to be in his heart. It was not only painful, but also vomiting blood, unconscious.

It's no wonder that a brother like him has no status in the family, and he is good at home. Offending people is inevitable. Someone sees him falling into the well but not getting into the stone. That means he has no grudges against him.

Ye Chen was fine. Seeing his victory, Hao Elder had long been under the martial arts stage, pressing the button to make him fall from a high place.

The martial arts stage was stable, and Hao Elder stepped up and called a deacon. There was a deacon immediately, holding a white robe and walking towards the martial arts stage.

"Now I announce..." Hao Elder suddenly realized that he didn't know who Ye Chen's surname was. He had to ask Ye Chen, "What's your name?"

"I! My name is Ye Chen." Ye Chen replied.

Hao Elder took the white robe in deacon's hand and said, "Now you have officially become a white-robed disciple of Outer Sect of Tianxingzong."

Hao Elder called out the word Outer Sect. The pronunciation was particularly louder than the other words. The meaning can be imagined. He is only a disciple of Outer Sect. Don't be happy, the road ahead is long.

An Elder sent a costume to an Outer Sect disciple. It was really the frost and snow on the seedlings in the midsummer field. It was a rare exception.

Among the many disciples in white clothes, they aroused jealousy and resentment; few people cast their admiration gazes because they had an additional opponent, or a stepping stone, while they were marching on Martial Dao.

Become a disciple in white clothes and have an own room, no longer like a disciple in Tsing Yi, with a few or even a dozen people squeezed into one room, without any privacy at all.

After resting for more than an hour in Ye Chen's room, he was awakened by an anxious knock on the door.

He rubbed his wistful eyes and opened the door to see if it was Ruo Zhizhi and Xiao Xue.

If you know that it is still like that, with enthusiasm in his brain, Xiao Xue is still stern and unfamiliar.

"Tonight is the so-called Dan Ye in the capital, let's go shopping together."

If you know.

"But I don't have the money to buy Dan." Ye Chen didn't want to go.

If you know, then say: "Then it depends on your ability. The so-called capital is not just Medicine Pill."

"Then you mean..." Ye Chen understood, washed his face, and walked to Sect's door with them.

There is still a long way to go before Sect, and Ye Chen walks with them along the way, and often attracts the envy of male disciples.

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