Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

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Among the 22 people, only one person's eyes are still clear.

That is Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao never thought that he would be worse than any other, especially after getting Wu Shan Soul, his training speed was like a leap.

The geniuses that were once out of reach were thrown behind him one by one.

"You are proud to be here. Twenty-two of you, no matter whether you can finally become master disciples, can get a quasi-super martial arts as a reward, you can choose yourself."

Lord Bai Yun still made a real headshot at the people and said with a smile: "Then please follow me to the Hall of True Spirit."

"Senior brother, I am afraid that there are a lot of people entering the Hall of Truth this time. I remember that when we were there, there were only three people who were able to reach the end."

Lin Ze smiled and said to the real person.

"Well, you are right. The young people now are much stronger than we used to be. But at the beginning, the three of us went in. Unfortunately, none of them were selected as true disciples by the masters. They were just entry disciples."

Bai Yunguan nodded and suddenly shook his head again, somewhat lost.

It can be seen from this point that it is really extraordinary to be a true disciple of Master Baiyun.

"Well, it would be nice to be an entry disciple."

Wan Ben coldly snorted.

He has lived for most of his life, with power and strength, but the only thing he can't relieve is that he has failed to become a true disciple of Master Baiyun.

This is one of his heart problems.

But again.

The reason why his life will undergo a tremendous change, from the ordinary disciples of a small family to the governor of Baiyun today, is closely related to his acceptance by Master Baiyun as an entry disciple.

This is still the case for entry disciples.

He was really hard to imagine what true disciples would be.

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

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

Legend has it that Master Baiyun realized his epiphany here, and finally broke through the shackles and advanced to an extraordinary state.

This Zhen Ling Temple has obviously been repaired and remodeled, so it is the most eye-catching building in Baiyun Temple.

Outside the Hall of True Spirit, Bai Yunguan said with his arm in hand: "Master, there are 22 people who have broken through the three barriers this time.

"Come in."

This voice is very kind, giving people the feeling that it is like talking to a kind old grandfather, without the slightest arrogance or the slightest coercion.

But when he heard him, he put a lot of pressure on everyone.

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

Even if the extraordinary warrior seems to be just an ordinary bad old man, someone who knows his strength will definitely not dare to be arrogant in front of him.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, then lifted his heels and followed the people in front of him.

At this moment, a cold voice rang in his ear: "Ling Xiao, you killed my brother, this blood debt, sooner or later I will find you back!"

flying fish?

"Humph, I'll kill your brother? You killed hundreds of people in the Ling family, and brutalized numerous warriors of the human race. How can this blood debt be counted?"

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

Anyway, as long as the martial arts warrior can learn this skill naturally.

"Then see who died first!"

Because this is the Palace of True Spirits, Flying Fish did not dare to say anything, closed his mouth, and walked towards the hall.

Ling Xiao didn't argue with him anymore, after all, in front of an extraordinary warrior, what you might do would be invisible.

He has already decided that this time he will not be able to use Wuhe Soul.

This is the baby at the bottom of his box, the medicine he can succeed in.

Must not be easily exposed to anyone.

Unless one day, he has enough strength to protect himself.

But now it is obviously not enough.

The emotions of the twenty-two young warriors who entered the hall were similar to Ling Xiao, and perhaps they were even more nervous than Ling Xiao.

Even Lin Ze, Wan Ben, and Bai Yunguanzhu had serious expressions and did not dare to speak up.

On the contrary, it seems that Zuo Leng and Ming Tian did not particularly care, and still chatted there with a smile.

The true disciple is the true disciple, this treatment is different.

"That's Master Baiyun?"

Someone asked in amazement.

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

In their imagination, Master Baiyun should be extraordinary and majestic, at least that's the master's style.

But actually.

This Baiyun master is a peasant's dress, and even trimming a strange flower there.

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

Master Bai Yun was holding his trousers, and his upper body was like a rural old man, with a straw hat on his head and a dry tobacco bag inside.

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

Wan Ben snorted and nearly shot the boy to death.

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

"It's all good boys, why bother to do anything, what am I to do with the old man, beyond your eyes, but when you really come to my level, you will understand that I am not worth mentioning the old man."

Master Bai Yun smiled slightly, put down the scissors in his hand, and then came over and knocked the dry tobacco bag twice on the wall to make sure it was extinguished before putting it in the storage ring.

"Master, you are humble."

Wan Ben said.

"Humble?"

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

"I don't care what kind of race you are, no matter what race you are, no matter what kind of race you are, no matter what kind of race you are, no matter what kind of race you are. In the final analysis, it's just a low race, so don't worry about your origin, as long as your talent potential is enough , Then you can become my apprentice."

During his speech, he looked at the electricity and glanced at the twenty-two young warriors.

Except Ling Xiao, everyone else felt like being shocked by electric shock, and their souls showed violent fluctuations, and their brains were blank for a moment.

Fortunately, Master Baiyun didn't mean to hurt them, otherwise they didn't want to live alone.

"Ok?"

Master Baiyun's eyes fell on Ling Yixue, and he could not help but stunned for a moment: "I didn't expect that I really met such a genius, which is a bit interesting."

"Master has discovered the talent that can be made?"

Lin Ze and Wan Ben asked in unison.

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

Master Baiyun sighed.

what!

Hearing this, the 22 people who were full of confidence and full of anticipation felt a little shocked.

Even angry.

"Master's words, of course."

No one dares to doubt Master Baiyun's vision. At first glance, he can see at a glance what level and talent they are.

"Okay, don't stop patting me on my ass. I'm so dizzy and sometimes wrong, so let'Qixinghua' prove it."

Master Baiyun is cautious. After all, he wants to select disciples. He didn't eliminate all of them because of his own glance.

There is also a silver lining for these children.

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