Nine Realms Sword Master

There are more than 300 Fahun Pills in this bag. If it hadn't been exchanged to the upper limit, Bai Ye would not have come out of the wooden doll's room so quickly. This is thanks to Bai Zhixin, who brought a group of people to send the mark , save a lot of time.

After this battle, Bai Ye became famous in the sect again, no matter whether it was an outer disciple or an inner disciple, even the elder suzerain had heard of it.

In the wooden room, one person alone fought against dozens of people, and came back with a big victory. Who can match this impressive record?

More than 300 Dharma Soul Pills, Bai Ye absorbed them one by one, every time he swallowed, his body felt dry and hot, ordinary disciples don't have many Dharma Soul Pills in a year, Mo Qinghong occupied the wooden house for three days, and got the pills The medicine is also given to other disciples, and it is not bad if he can get a few dozen pills. For someone like Bai Ye who swallowed three hundred pills in one go, no disciple in the Absolute Soul Sect has this kind of treatment.

After a while, he felt that the soul in his body was hot, and he couldn't swallow it anymore, otherwise it would cause a load on his body.

He pulled out the soft sword at his waist, and practiced "Flashing Sword Jue" and "Jinghong Footwork" to vent the energy accumulated in his body.

According to this trend, it will be a matter of time to step into the seventh level of the power soul state.

Just as Bai Ye was in the midst of practicing, rustling sounds came from the side.

"Who?" Bai Ye whispered.

There was a bit of silence in the bushes, and then some immature faces poked their heads out quietly.

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, these people were all under 20 years old, similar to his own age, but the clothes on them were very new, and they were all disciples who had just joined the sect.

"Master...Hello Senior Brother." The leader was a dark-skinned, thin and short boy, he said nervously: "I...my name is Zhang Dazhuang, we...we are all not yet registered Disciple for one year."

Zhang Dazhuang? With such a thin body, he really can't be compared with Zhuang.

"Why are you hiding?" Bai Ye asked.

"We...we want to be with you." Zhang Dazhuang whispered.

"With me?" Bai Ye was stunned.

"That's right..." Zhang Dazhuang scratched his head, and said shyly, "The story of you in the wooden man's room has spread throughout the sect. Sister is against you, we...we just want to be with you, I hope you can take us in..."

It turns out that these guys came to find a backer...

"Did you make a mistake? You are all from the same sect, so why take them in? You are looking for a backer, and there are many masters in the sect, why bother looking for me?" Bai Ye shook his head.

"There are indeed many masters in the sect, but... they are unwilling to take us in, because we have just started and our strength is humble, and they look down on them. Almost everyone in the dragon and tiger list has recruited a group of masters from the same sect to occupy the sect. Resources, we new disciples can’t enjoy cultivation resources at all, and our strength will only get lower and lower, so we want to follow you, fight against them, and grab resources, maybe there will be a bright future.”

Zhang Dazhuang said boldly.

Bai Ye glanced at these people, and they all looked forward.

But Bai Ye is a troublesome person. Once such a group of people really become their backers, they will not have a stable life in the future.

He shook his head: "you should find someone else."

After finishing speaking, he left, ignoring the pleadings of Zhang Dazhuang and others, leaving behind countless disappointed faces.

I heard that the Juehun sect abides by morality and respects benevolence and righteousness, but now it seems that the rumors are not true. No matter which sect, the law of the jungle cannot be avoided.

But Bai Ye is not disgusted, after all, this is how the world is, if the Absolute Soul Sect cares for these people in every possible way, once they leave the sect, they will only die without whole bodies and be buried in the cruel world.

The turmoil in the wooden man's room didn't last long, because everyone's eyes were on the Dragon and Tiger Terrace.

The five-day period will come soon. Early in the morning, the Longhu Terrace is full of disciples. Apart from the disciples watching the excitement, there are several groups of people, one group is experienced disciples headed by Mo Qinghong, and the other group is The new disciples headed by Zhang Dazhuang, it seems that they still don't give up.

Holding the sword order, Mo Qinghong stood in front of the stage with his eyes closed.

During this period of time, the rumors about Mo Qinghong and Bai Ye can be said to have swept the entire sect,

The intensification of the conflict between the two became a hot topic among disciples, but people were more curious about Bai Ye.

What is Mo Qinghong's strength? Everyone knows it well, but who is this Bai Ye? Dare to provoke him?

"Hey, have you heard? The guy named Bai Ye the day before yesterday picked out more than 50 senior sister Bai Zhixin and the others in the wooden doll room!"

"I've heard it. It's said that Bai Ye used the wooden doll in the wooden doll's house to fight guerrilla warfare. This man has good physical skills and took advantage of it. Senior Sister Bai and the others were defeated."

"Hehe, he didn't have such good luck today. Brother Mo is furious, and he won't show mercy today. I'm afraid Bai Ye will give his life here."

"This is not necessarily the case. You must know that this Bai Ye easily crushed and killed Guan Chengfei! His strength is not simple."

People around whispered to each other, discussing in succession.

Bai Zhixin in the crowd looked ugly, staring at the path coldly, looking forward to that person's arrival.

But after a long time, there was still no sign of Bai Ye.

The disciples were also quite strange.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

"Isn't that guy hiding in fright?"

"Oh, if he breaks the contract, Brother Mo can deal with him at will. If he violates the dragon-tiger agreement, he will be cast aside. In this way, he will only die even worse."

Humane,

But when everyone was questioning, a figure appeared on the path.

Everyone looked at it.

"It's White Night!"

"he came!"

There are constant calls.

Zhang Dazhuang and the others ran over there happily.

"Brother Bai, you've come, we thought..."

"Da Zhuang, what nonsense are you talking about, why didn't Senior Brother Bai come?"

Zhang Dazhuang was about to say something, but stopped talking immediately, and the people next to him quickly answered.

"Why are you here? As I said, if you want to find a backer, you can find someone else."

Bai Ye glanced at them, didn't pay much attention, and went directly to Longhu Terrace.

Zhang Dazhuang and the others smiled honestly, but did not leave, and walked with them.

The crowded crowd separated automatically, and pairs of eyes scanned Bai Ye.

Mo Qinghong stared at Bai Ye coldly, with a hideous smile on his lips.

"Breathe well, after a while, you may not be able to breathe." After the voice fell, he threw the sword order over.

With a calm expression on Bai Ye's face, he caught the sword command and dripped blood. The corners of Mo Qinghong's mouth immediately raised a ferocious smile, and the two jumped on it.

Crash.

Immediately, golden screen patterns sprang up around the Dragon and Tiger Arena, and the entire arena was sealed off.

The audience fell silent, and people held their breaths.

The battle with Guan Chengfei was just a small fight, but this time, it was a real dragon-tiger duel, because Mo Qinghong was the top player on the dragon-tiger list!

"Do you regret it?" Mo Qinghong stared at Bai Ye and smiled slightly.

"What do you regret?" Bai Ye was puzzled.

"I regret provoking me. If you were more honest, how could you be where you are today?" Mo Qinghong laughed.

Hearing the sound, Bai Ye shook his head again and again: "Your people provoked me first, not to mention, I'm standing here safe and sound, how can I regret it?"

Mo Qinghong's eyes grew colder: "Really? Let's see who falls to the ground later."

After the voice fell, Mo Qinghong's finger flashed, and he took out a bright silver spear.

Storage ring?

This is such a treasure, it is impossible for ordinary people to own it, and only the Patriarch Bai Qingshan of the entire Bai family owns one.

"Come on, I'll give you ten tricks!" Mo Qinghong said with a gun in his arms.

Let ten strokes? So arrogant!

"it is good!"

Bai Ye was not too polite, he took a breath, and the Heavenly Soul activated, rushing towards Mo Qinghong.

"Arrogant, why don't you draw your sword and fight me with your flesh and blood?" Mo Qinghong was furious, Bai Ye simply looked down on him.

But seeing Bai Ye's soul power rolling, a terrifying chill condensed on the front of his fist, like frost covering.

"Bai Family's Frost White Divine Fist? I don't know how much colder it is than Senior Sister Bai Zhixin." There were shocking voices from the audience, and they could feel the frost on the fist through the seal.

The anger in Mo Qinghong's eyes dissipated, replaced by surprise.

He hastily backed away, stepping nimbly, avoiding the punch.

But at the moment when the punch was dodged, a cold light struck.

Mo Qinghong was shocked, and immediately raised his gun to resist.

Boom!

The barrel of the gun was shot.

The terrifying force made him almost lose his grip on the gun, and when he fixed his eyes, a soft long sword appeared in Bai Ye's hand at some point.

That was Guan Chengfei's sword!

"There are still eight moves!" Bai Ye laughed, using Jinghong's footwork, people are like swimming dragons, full of phantoms, Mo Qinghong's eyes are dazzled, and his heart is beating wildly.

This footwork...is the physical skill "Jinghong Footwork"? How could it be so powerful?

Whoosh!

At this moment, there was another chill in his ears, and Mo Qinghong's soul power burst out, and the spear blasted away.

But he missed it!

Hit the east and the west!

With a chill in his heart, he turned his head to look, but in the next second, he was stabbed in the abdomen with a bloody hole.

Mo Qinghong retreated hastily, Bai Ye stood still, leisurely, as steady as Mount Tai.

"There are still seven tricks!"

Bai Ye said again.

The voice is gentle, but to him every word is like a needle.

Mo Qinghong's expression changed for a while.

Only three moves, and one sword strike, so embarrassed, the remaining seven moves, wouldn't it be fatal?

Bai Ye rushed over again, he put the sword back on his waist again, and raised his fist to attack.

The sword has been retracted, and it is impossible to judge when he will draw the sword and where the sword will go, and the edge of his fist cannot be underestimated.

At this moment, Mo Qinghong was completely confused.

Seeing the opponent's eyes, Bai Ye knew in his heart that the outcome had already been decided, and the fist punched unceremoniously.

But in this moment of lightning, Mo Qinghong fired his spear, terrifying soul power swept all directions, the spear pierced the ground, and the Dragon and Tiger Terrace was rumbled.

Bai Ye was forced to retreat and stood firm. He smiled lightly: "Senior brother Mo, didn't you say you asked me to do ten moves? This is the fourth move, and you can't hold your breath anymore?"

"Shut up!" Mo Qinghong was furious, and rushed forward with a gun.

Like an angry lion.

"You gave me four tricks, and as a reward, I will give you four tricks too!"

Bai Ye said lightly.

"I want you to fall down with one move!" The roar broke out, the spear was like a dragon, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.

Bai Ye put his hands behind his back, and started his Jinghong footwork again. He was like a tumbler, leaning back ninety degrees without falling, and the long spear passed close to his face.

"one move!"

"die!"

Mo Qinghong held the gun and sank, and Bai Ye, who was leaning back, turned over and turned around.

boom!

The spear hit the ground and missed.

"Two tricks!"

"Bastard!" Mo Qinghong was about to explode with anger, and the spear in his hand became more and more violent.

But Bai Ye was as slippery as a loach, flashing randomly in the chaotic shadow of guns, but did not touch a single leaf.

"Three moves! Four moves! Five moves! Six moves...."

After the rain of guns, Bai Ye was not damaged at all. He stepped aside and looked at Mo Qinghong indifferently.

"Eighteen tricks!"

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(There will be another chapter later, please help me collect and publicize it, thank you~)