swallow dragon

A few tens of meters away from Lin Yi's left side, there is a young man with a thin physique and a resolute expression who is taking the test.

The power of his punch just now was impressively displayed on the brown stone tablet.

Three hundred catties!

This is a very low value, even if an ordinary strong man punched hard, it would be more than three hundred catties, let alone an outside disciple.

The young man was thin and thin, wearing patched clothes, with a hint of bitterness on his slightly dark and thin face.

Three hundred catties, is it really only three hundred catties?As expected, I am not suitable for cultivation, but my younger sister is seriously ill. Only by becoming an inner disciple can I receive the elixir to save my younger sister's life.

He was not reconciled, his eyes were very stubborn, his lips were bitten with a trace of blood, and he begged in a low voice: "Can you let me try again? This time I can definitely do it."

"Your physique is not good, you are not suitable for cultivation, go back." The three generations of disciples in charge of guarding the stele responded indifferently.

"Don't get in the way, get out." A second-generation disciple sitting on the side impatiently waved his hand, and the young man's thin body flew upside down and fell heavily in the distance.

"It's too much." Lin Yi frowned slightly, feeling dissatisfied.

The young man in front of him was obviously weak, and the force of that second-generation disciple was enough to break his bones. After all, he was still an outer disciple, so there was no need to strike so hard.

however.

A scene that surprised Lin Yi happened.

The physique of the young man is different from that of ordinary people. He looks thin and weak, but his body is very strong. The force seemed to sink into the sea. breath.

"brush!"

Lin Yi opened Tiandao to search for the longan, and looked at the young man carefully.

On the boy's chest, a tattoo disappeared in a flash, and it was this tattoo that blocked the force for him.

Although the tattoo disappeared quickly, Lin Yi completely noticed it. He was shocked because he saw that the tattoo turned out to be a phoenix, a fairy phoenix spreading its wings.

"The blood flowing in his body is not pure human beings, he has the blood of the demon clan, and his meridians are blocked by a powerful energy, so that limits his performance. This energy is too powerful, it seems that it is not weaker than Senior Brother Bai. "

Lin Yi searched for the dragon eye through the way of heaven, and saw through the secrets of the young man, and the tattoo on his chest appeared again, as if he felt Lin Yi's peeping gaze, and an extremely fiery breath rushed towards his face in an instant.

"Tattoo protector, he has the aura of a phoenix on his body. This young man is by no means simple. If they don't accept him, he will take advantage of me."

"Wait a minute, what's your name?" Before Lin Yi could speak, a slender young man with a strong breath stood up a few feet away.

"Senior Brother Yang Dong? Why would he care about this trash?"

"Ah, he's Senior Yang Dong? He looks so young, so he's here too. That's my idol."

"Senior Brother Yang Dong."

"..."

The appearance of Yang Dong caused the crowd to become noisy, and many second-generation disciples greeted them one after another, very polite and polite.

Yang Dong, the second disciple of Huang Hu, the master of Yuehua Peak, is also the leader of the young generation of Golden Sword Cave, one of the candidate saint sons, very powerful, and finally advanced to the Xuanhai stage half a year ago, he is the most potential disciple of Golden Sword Cave one.

Most of the second-generation disciples at the scene were at the Minghai stage, so they didn't notice the boy's strange behavior, and Yang Dong was already a strong man of the Xuanhai stage, and he keenly felt the fiery aura that flashed away from the boy just now.

His eyes were like lightning, he was wearing a crane cloak, and he was handsome. Many female disciples secretly looked at him, showing their admiration without any concealment.

Yang Dong nodded slightly to the second-generation disciples around him, and even as a greeting, a smile appeared on his face: "What's your name? Would you like to join me?"

Whoa!

The audience was in an uproar, everyone looked at Yang Dong in disbelief, and then looked at the thin boy with shock.

"Senior Brother Yang, you..." A disciple of Yue Huafeng was taken aback and looked at Yang Dong in confusion.

"I have my own plan." Yang Dong smiled, not paying attention to the eyes of his surroundings, and asked again with a smile: "Would you like to worship under my sect."

The rest of the second-generation disciples also recalled that it was impossible for Yang Dong to be so bored and want to accept a trash as a disciple. It must be that this trash-like youth had something extraordinary, but their cultivation base was not high, so they didn't observe it.

It's too late to regret it now, since Yang Dong has spoken, I believe no one will refute his face, and the other second-generation disciples will not open their mouths to snatch others.

"This waste is so good and capable, and senior Yang Dong favors him so much. The power of one punch is only three hundred catties, which is not even one-fifth of mine."

"What do you know, senior Yang Dong will recruit disciples indiscriminately? This kid Wei Le is quite capable. Could it be that he pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger before?"

"Hmph, no matter what, Wei Le is lucky, he reached the sky in one step, and he may become a core disciple in the future."

The outer disciples talked a lot, but their eyes were almost the same, showing envy and jealousy unabashedly.

Wei Le's body seems to be very thin, and his appearance is average, even a little dark. He is such an inconspicuous young man, but Yang Dong has taken a fancy to him.

There was no excitement on his face, but instead he gave Yang Dong a complicated look, and said in a low voice, "Is senior from Yue Huafeng's lineage?"

"Well," Yang Dong smiled, he believed that no outer disciple could refuse his kindness.

"Then please forgive me, senior, I refuse." Wei Le said something that shocked everyone without hesitation.

Refuse!

He actually refused!

"You bastard! I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. It is your blessing that Senior Yang Dong accepts you as a disciple. You dare to refuse. You deserve death."

"This silly boy must be mentally ill. It's a great opportunity to worship Senior Yang Dong as his teacher."

"I see. It was Yue Huafeng's three-generation disciple who fell in love with his younger sister. Wei Le and his younger sister Wei Que'er resolutely refused. In the end, both of them were injured. Now Wei Que'er is still lying on the bed. I don't know, how could he join Yue Huafeng's sect." An outer disciple exclaimed and explained the reason.

Yang Dong's face darkened. This was the first time someone dared to reject him. His eyes flickered and he was slightly gloomy. He said calmly, "Is what they said true? Is it because of this reason that you don't want to worship me as a teacher?"

Wei Le nodded silently, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you for your kindness, senior, this junior does not have this blessing."

"Humph!"

Yang Dong was furious. He was actually despised by an ant-like outer disciple, and it was a shame in front of nearly ten thousand people. Spreading the word would have a great impact on his reputation.

"act recklessly."

A cold light flashed in Yang Dong's eyes, and he became murderous.

"Hehe, if the kids feel uncomfortable living in Yue Huafeng, how about going to Taixuan Mountain?"

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded, causing everyone to look sideways, even Yang Dong couldn't help but look to the side.