Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Among the twenty-two people, only one person's eyesight was still clear.

That is Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao never thought that he would be worse than anyone else, especially after obtaining the Shanhe Martial Spirit, his training speed was like a leap.

The geniuses who were once out of reach were all left behind by him.

"You are all proud to be here. The twenty-two of you, regardless of whether you can become the master's disciples in the end, will be rewarded with a book of quasi-extraordinary martial arts. You can choose at your own will."

The master of Baiyun Temple, still a real person, slapped everyone and said with a smile: "Then please follow me to the True Spirit Palace."

"Senior brother, I'm afraid there are too many people entering the True Spirit Palace this time. I remember that at that time, there were only three people who could survive to the end."

Lin Ze looked at Master Yiran with a smile and said.

"Well, you are right. Today's young people are really much better than us in the past. But when the three of us entered, it was a pity that none of us were selected as true disciples by the master. We were all just entry-level disciples."

Temple Master Baiyun nodded, then suddenly shook his head, somewhat disappointed.

From this point, we can see that becoming a true disciple of Master Baiyun is really extraordinary.

"Hmph, it would be great to become an entry-level disciple."

Wan Ben snorted coldly.

He had lived for most of his life, gained power and strength, but the only thing he couldn't let go of was that he failed to become Master Baiyun's true disciple.

This is a pet peeve of his.

But then again.

The reason why his life has undergone a huge change, from an ordinary disciple of a small family to the current Governor Baiyun, is closely related to his being accepted as an entry-level disciple by Master Baiyun.

This is even the case for beginner disciples.

It was really hard for him to imagine what a true disciple would do.

I heard that Master Baiyun's other three true disciples have already advanced to the extraordinary realm, but I don't know if it's true.

Following Master Baiyun through a garden, everyone came to the so-called True Spirit Hall.

According to legend, it was here that Master Baiyun attained enlightenment, finally broke through his shackles and advanced to the extraordinary realm.

This True Spirit Hall has obviously been repaired and renovated, so it is the most eye-catching building in Baiyun Temple.

Outside the True Spirit Hall, Master Baiyun Temple cupped his hands and said inside: "Master, there are twenty-two people who have broken through the three levels this time. They have all been brought here. Please give me your instructions, Master."

"Come in, everyone."

This voice was very kind, giving the impression that it was like a kind old grandfather speaking, without any arrogance or pressure.

But hearing his words put huge pressure on everyone.

So, this power is really not pretended, but reflected by strength.

Even if the extraordinary warrior looks like an ordinary bad old man, people who know his strength will never dare to be presumptuous in front of him.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, then raised his feet and walked inside with the people in front of him.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in his ears: "Ling Xiao, if you kill my brother, you will have to repay this blood debt sooner or later!"

flying fish?

"Humph, I killed your brother? You killed hundreds of people from the Ling family and maimed countless warriors from the human race. How will this blood debt be calculated?"

Ling Xiao snorted coldly and transmitted the message directly into the secret.

Anyway, this kind of technique can be learned naturally by any martial artist.

"Then let's see who dies first!"

Because this is the True Spirit Palace, Feiyu didn't dare to say anything, closed his mouth and walked towards the palace.

Ling Xiao didn't argue with him anymore. After all, in front of an extraordinary warrior, you might not be able to escape anything you do.

He has decided that this time he cannot use the Mountain and River Martial Spirit no matter what.

This is his last-ditch treasure, the good medicine for his success.

Never expose it to anyone easily.

Unless one day, he is strong enough to protect himself.

But it's obviously not possible yet.

The emotions of the twenty-two young warriors who entered the hall were similar to Ling Xiao's. Perhaps they were more nervous than Ling Xiao.

Even Lin Ze, Wan Ben and Baiyun Temple Master had serious expressions and did not dare to say anything.

On the contrary, Zuo Leng and Ming Tian didn't seem to be particularly concerned, and were still chatting there with smiles.

A true disciple is a true disciple, and the treatment is different.

"Is that Master Baiyun?"

Someone asked in shock.

Because the image of Master Baiyun is too far from what they imagined.

In their imagination, Master Baiyun should be extraordinary and majestic. At the very least, he should have the demeanor of a master.

But in reality.

Master Baiyun was dressed like a farmer, and he was even pruning a strange flower there.

There are seven flowers on this flower, all of which are as translucent as crystal, without any color or withering.

Master Baiyun rolled up his trousers and was dressed like an old man in the countryside. He had a straw hat on his head and a dry cigarette bag in his mouth.

"Shut up! Do you dare to doubt Master Baiyun?"

Wan Ben snorted coldly and almost slapped the young man to death with one palm.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Master Baiyun blew out a smoke ring and blocked Wan Ben easily.

"They are all good boys, why bother to go to war? Old man, I am nothing. In your eyes, I am invincible, but when you really reach my level, you will understand that old man, I am not worth mentioning."

Master Baiyun smiled slightly, put down the scissors in his hand, then walked over, knocked the dry tobacco bag on the wall twice to make sure it was out, and then put it into the storage ring.

"Master, you are so humble."

Wan Ben said.

"Modest?"

Master Baiyun smiled and did not refute, but looked at the twenty-two young men standing below.

"When I recruit disciples, I never care what race you are, whether it is human race, ninja race, or blue-eyed race. In the end, they are just lower races, so you don't have to worry about your origins, as long as you have enough talent and potential. , then you can become my apprentice."

As he spoke, he glanced at the twenty-two young warriors in the audience with lightning-like eyes.

Except for Ling Xiao, everyone else felt as if they were being shocked by electricity, their souls experienced violent fluctuations, and their brains went blank for an instant.

Fortunately, Master Baiyun didn't mean to harm them, otherwise they wouldn't be able to survive alone.

"Um?"

Master Baiyun's eyes fell on Ling Yixue, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and said: "I didn't expect that I actually met such a genius. It's quite interesting."

"Master, has he found a talent that can be developed?"

Lin Ze and Wan Ben asked in unison.

"Well, it's a pity that there is only one qualified to be my true disciple."

Master Baiyun sighed.

What!

Hearing this, the twenty-two people who were originally confident and full of expectations felt a little shocked.

Even a little angry.

"Master's words are certainly correct."

No one dared to doubt Master Baiyun's vision. He could tell at a glance what level and talent those people had.

"Okay, don't flatter me anymore. My eyes are dim and I sometimes see things wrong, so I'll let the 'Seven Star Flower' prove it."

Master Baiyun was cautious. After all, he wanted to select disciples. He did not eliminate them all just because of his own glance.

There is still a glimmer of hope for these children.

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