Soul Emperor Martial God

Last night, Xiao Yi could not hear the story of Yi Lao.

Mr. Yi was directly chased out and confiscated the tea and snacks.

Xiao Yi had no choice but to return to the back mountain to practice.

At the beginning, when 70% of the comprehension was in front of the Extreme Boundary Monument, a large amount of energetic aura made him break through to the sixth layer of Dongxuan.

Later, when he realized 10%.

The extreme boundary monument, the more you get to the back, the more enchanting energy you get.

The repair base broke through again.

In other words, his current cultivation base is Dongxuan Seventh Layer.

Four and a half months in history, the cultivation base has been upgraded in two ways.

He is quite satisfied with this speed.

...

At the same time, inside the hall of the sword hall.

The elder of the sword hall meditated on the futon.

Gu Changkong was worried and fidgeted.

The elder of the sword hall opened his eyes slightly and rebuked, "It is a taboo to be impetuous in martial arts practice."

"Especially kendo, without a pure heart, it is difficult to become a powerful weapon."

The rebuke of the elder of the sword hall immediately caused Gu Changkong to be excited.

"Remember Master's teaching." Gu Changkong said quickly.

"It's just." Gu Changkong said slightly annoyed, "That little waste can comprehend the extreme boundary monument 10%."

"Even in this competition of all factions, the disciple can get the position of chief of all factions."

"I can't compare with the insight of the extreme boundary monument, and I can't be a sword master, let alone a master."

Gu Changkong never imagined that in half a year, he was only half-percent, less than 10%, to comprehend the extreme boundary monument.

Xiao Yi, the fire-controlling beast martial soul waste he had always looked down upon, had directly comprehended in just four months.

The long-cherished wish of the Sky Splitting Sword faction that had not been fulfilled for hundreds of years was actually fulfilled in his hands.

This makes him envious, but it is more jealous and hate.

The elder of the sword hall whispered, "Zhangkong, I see jealousy and hatred in your eyes."

"But I can't see the killing intent, you let me down."

"Do you remember what kind of kendo you cultivated?"

"The disciple remembers." Gu Changkong replied, "It's a cruel sword."

"But I didn't see your cruelty." The elder of the sword hall said coldly.

"Back then, when you entered my door, I watched your martial soul, it was the wind attribute, and it was the wind of the sky."

"I will ask you what kind of sword do you want to practice."

"At that time, you asked me, what kind of kendo master did."

"I replied, I practiced stretching kendo. The most tender, endless."

"You said, then you will practice the opposite of mine, the kendo."

"I advise you to stop you, quit you, and beat you; if you don't listen, you stubbornly choose to be ruthless kendo."

"You said, you just want to be hot, if you inherit the master's mantle, it will be endlessly hot, and the most hot."

The elder of the sword hall said every word.

Who would have thought that he would be a gentle stretch of kendo.

"I have promised you, and I've tried my best to guide you over the years."

"Your fierce sword heart is getting stronger and stronger, why is there no killing intent today?"

"The disciple doesn't know." Gu Changkong shook his head in doubt.

"Because you are scared." The elder of the sword hall yelled coldly.

"You dare not intend to kill, Xiao Yi is the future sword master, and all the elders treat him like a treasure. You are afraid of hurting a single hair of him, and you will be invincible."

"In the final analysis, you are not afraid of Xiao Yi, but your own future and consequences."

"You are not cruel to yourself, how can you be cruel to others."

The elders of the sword hall kept scolding, but in fact they kept guiding.

"If you dare to think about it, you will find out. As long as Xiao Yi is dead, although you have achieved half of your comprehension, you are the only one and half of the sword school."

"Elders, dare not move you."

"Sky Splitting Sword Sect has waited for hundreds of years, and will not want to wait any longer."

"When Xiao Yi is dead, you will be on top. Even if you are not as good as Xiao Yi, you will have more enlightenment when your cultivation is deeper in the future."

"Better than nothing."

Suddenly, Gu Changkong's eyes lit up, and his face was full of fierceness.

"Master, I understand." Gu Changkong nodded and said.

"Yeah." The elder of the sword hall slowed down, "Tomorrow, I will arrange for you to compete with Xiao Yi."

"Although he has comprehended the 10-pole boundary monument, he has not yet grown up."

"I have felt it today, he only has the seven-layered cultivation base of Dongxuan."

"The spirit of martial arts, qi spring, and cultivation base are inferior to you in all aspects. You will win this battle."

"In the competition, the sword has no eyes, and if there is an accident, no one will hold you."

"Yes." Gu Changkong replied, but the next second, he hesitated, "However, I heard my brother Changfeng said that Xiao Yi can leapfrog and fight, I am afraid it is not easy."

"Don't worry, I have been prepared for the teacher." The elder of the sword hall took out something from his arms.

This thing shone with light, and the stars were shining, and you knew it was not a normal thing.

"This thing will definitely help you kill Xiao Yi tomorrow." The elder of the sword hall said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Master." Gu Changkong took this, no more worry on his face.

Instead, there is a win.

...

The next day, the early morning was warm and the breeze slowly.

Xiao Yi went to the outer treasure house.

But I found that Yi Lao was not there.

Disappointed, he could only go to the competition stage.

Today is the last round.

In addition to the previously undecided 20 disciples, there are also ten chief disciples in the inner hall.

In total, the top 30 will be determined.

Now there is one more Xiao Yi.

As soon as he arrived in the square, the four figures had quickly arrived in front of him.

It was the four of Lin Jin.

"Xiao Yi, you can be regarded as showing up." Lin Jin patted Xiao Yi on the shoulder.

"To be honest, where have you been fooling around these days?" Qin Feiyang smirked.

"Uh." Xiao Yi smiled.

"I'm back now, the initial assessment is about to end." Liu Yanran smiled.

"I just rushed back, so let's watch the last one."

Xiao Yi shook his head and said, "I'm back to participate in the assessment, the last round."

"The last round? Are you kidding me." Liu Yanran refused to believe, "You are not the ten chief of the inner hall, but you don't have the privilege to skip the previous contest."

Xiao Yi hasn't answered yet.

Tie Niu has already said, "It should be the credit of Yi Lao."

"The ten chiefs of the inner church are all personal disciples of the elders. Brother Xiao Yi is also a personal disciple of Yi Lao, and some privileges should be granted."

Xiao Yi smiled, looked at the four of them, and said, "You are all in the final round."

In his perception, the cultivation bases of the four have greatly increased.

More than four months ago, only the fourth layer of Dongxuan, now it is the sixth layer of Dongxuan.

Xiao Yi had known for a long time that the four of Lin Jin were by no means simple.

Their talents do not need to be the so-called inner chief.

They are just young and need time to grow up.

"If you meet me later, I won't keep my hands." Liu Yanran said seriously.

"I will blast you off the stage so that you have no chance to face Gu Changkong."

Xiao Yi smiled bitterly, "Then I can only pray that I won't meet you later."

After half an hour, 30 martial artists, not 31 martial artists, came to the stage to draw lots.

To determine the order of appearance.

At the same time, eleven more figures appeared in the spectator stand.

It is the ten elders, and easy old.

It turns out that Old Yi is here. No wonder Xiao Yi went to the outer treasure house to look for him in the morning, but didn't find him.

Today is the last round, and the chief of the inner hall also needs to participate in the competition.

As their masters, the nine elders will naturally come, and the great elder will follow to watch the excitement.

By the way, the elders of the Medicine Hall also serve as two halls.

Ye Ming, the chief of the Medicine Hall, and the chief of the Huotang, were all his disciples.

Closer to home.

Everyone draws lots.

The referees began to announce.

"No. 1, the outer disciple, Xiao Yi; No. 2, the chief of the sword hall, Gu Changkong."

"No. 3, the chief of Medicine Hall, Ye Ming; No. 4, the chief of Huotang, Miao Qianhuo."

"No. 5, inner disciple Lin Jin; No. 6, chief of the animal hall, Yu Rulong."

"..."

The names were reported one by one.

Each title, the weakest are the inner disciples.

Only Xiao Yi, the outer disciple, was extremely abrupt, and it made the thousands of disciples who were there to watch the battle roar with laughter.

Of course, Xiao Yi didn't care.

He was just wondering, as soon as he came up, he turned against Gu Changkong.

The order of playing is based on the draw number.

No. 1 and No. 2 go first and play against each other.

Then on the 3rd and 4th, the battle, and so on.

Whoosh, Gu Changkong's figure flashed, turning beautifully in mid-air, and landed on the competition stage.

Xiao Yi frowned. Although he felt something was wrong, he was too lazy to think.

An instant, appeared on the stage.

"Xiao Yi." Xiao Yi arched his hands.

"Gu Changkong." Gu Changkong also arched his hands.

This is a unique opening ceremony before the competition.

"The first battle, the outer disciple Xiao Yi, against the chief of the sword hall, Gu Changkong, began."

The referee shouted and announced the start.

However, his voice just fell, and the audience burst into laughter again.

"Hahahaha, the outer disciple faces the chief of the sword hall."

"Are there any surprises in this battle?"

"In other words, how did this outer disciple enter the final round?

"Isn't it the back door?"

"Forget it, he will definitely lose anyway, it doesn't matter, it's just a joke."

"..."

With ridiculous doubts and laughter, filled the entire competition platform.

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