Nine Realms Sword Master

Bai Ye left the arena and went straight back to the Soul Martial Hall to practice cross-legged.

As for whether the ten elders will come to make a decision, it is no longer important.

He sat cross-legged in the soul martial arts field, looking at the statues, he let out a long sigh, but the disappointment on his face increased.

Although he could not continue to participate in the trials to gain benefits, Bai Ye didn't feel uncomfortable. What he really lost was that there was a big gap between Taishang Shentian Temple and what he thought in his heart.

Such a sect really possesses the skill to control life and death?

The trials lasted about two days before it ended.

On the day after the event ended, Zhao Li hurried to the Soul Martial Hall.

"Senior Brother Bai...Senior Brother!"

Zhao Li rushed into the soul martial arts field panting, shouting anxiously.

"What's the matter?" Bai Ye, who had just absorbed another round of ancient divine power, slowly opened his eyes and spoke calmly.

But watching Zhao Li rushed over in a few steps, he shouted at Bai Ye with an anxious look: "Do you know what you are doing? Forget it if you offend the ten elders, you dare to offend even the second elders of the same sect. ...You...do you really know how to write dead words?"

"One person does things, the other is my business. It has nothing to do with you. I don't think the elders will embarrass you?" Bai Ye said indifferently.

"But the disciples under the elders don't think so!" Zhao Li sat down on the ground, angrily and resentful: "I also said that our Soul Martial Hall has a treasure, and I hope you can give our Soul Martial Hall a quarrel. Well! This is great! So you are not a treasure, but a disaster! Do you know? When I left the arena, I was blocked by the disciples of Pogangtang. If the elders were not there, I would have to lie down long ago. Back to Bingxintang! And I heard that the disciples of the Mulong Palace are extremely dissatisfied with your attitude towards the second elders. If they do, we are afraid that there will be no scum!"

"So you think you are tired by me?" Bai Ye asked calmly.

"That's not it?" Zhao Li said angrily, "If it weren't for your impulsiveness, how would we end up like this? Now our Soul Martial Hall is already a rat crossing the street, and everyone in the sect is afraid that few departments dare Contact us! We can't go anywhere except Bingxintang!"

"So..."

Bai Ye spit out his mouth, stood up in a whirl, and turned to look at Zhao Li.

Looking at Bai Ye's cold eyes with some indifferent eyes, Zhao Li's body trembled slightly, and a chill was involuntarily born in his heart.

"You...what are you going to do?" Zhao Li asked in a trembling voice, a little nervous.

"Don't do anything, I just want to tell you that from today onwards, Bai Ye has nothing to do with you and all the Soul Martial Hall disciples in Bing Xin Tang." Bai Ye said indifferently.

"This is the best!" Zhao Li said angrily.

But in the next second, Bai Ye's hand suddenly stretched out and instantly grabbed Zhao Li by the collar.

Zhao Li was caught off guard, before he could react, he was picked up by Bai Ye alone.

In an instant, Zhao Li's feet lifted off the ground, struggling constantly.

"Brother, you...what are you going to do?" he said with trepidation.

I saw Bai Ye staring at him blankly and said again: "I'm not doing anything, I just want to make a statement! One, what Bai Ye does, that is my power! It is not your turn to blame! Two, your soul Tang has always been a street mouse. Whoever wants to fight will fight. You are beaten by others. It is your incompetence and has nothing to do with me! Third, if you are afraid of the disciples of the Mulong Palace, do you think you don’t need to fear me? I can't clean you up? Listen! Starting today, you, including everyone in the Soul Martial Hall, must not step into the Soul Martial Hall for half a step, otherwise, I will let you live in the severely injured room in the Bingxin Hall!"

When the voice fell, Bai Ye waved his hand directly.

Puff!

Zhao Li fell heavily to the ground, looking very embarrassed and terrified.

He widened his eyes and pointed at what Bai Ye wanted to say, but he couldn't say what he said, so he could only get up and suddenly turned and ran away.

Bai Ye looked at Zhao Li quietly, and didn't say much.

His impression of Zhao Li was not good, but he was definitely not bad.

It's just that Zhao Li is too realistic.

He is the same as the disciples of the Soul Martial Hall, because he lives at the bottom of the Supreme God Temple, he cares about everything, no matter the cultivation conditions and the cultivation environment.

There is no doubt that White Night made a big noise in the arena, and its impact on them was also severe.

It is natural for Zhao Li to be so angry.

But Bai Ye didn't come here to build a good relationship with these people, but to learn the Supreme God Technique.

What they think and how they live, Bai Ye doesn't care!

After all, if these people really regarded Bai Ye as the same door, they would not leave Bai Ye alone in the Soul Martial Hall.

"No one will bother me now, right?"

Bai Ye thought about it, closed the door of the soul martial arts field again, took out Ling Tian Jue, while cultivating Ling Tian Jue, while absorbing that ancient divine power.

On the third day, Wang Yuanyan, the ten elder, did not come.

Bai Ye knew that it was impossible for him to lower his head after all.

As expected, after all, he is the tenth elder in the sect, how can he be a disciple?

Bai Ye didn't care, and practiced on his own as if there was nothing to do.

The five days after the trial is over, it is time for the elders to conduct elite training on the selected dark horses and seeds. Although it is only a few days of work, these few days are extremely precious for a disciple of the Supreme God Temple. of. Because in order for the disciples to perform extraordinary and achieve good results in the battle of the sects, the sect will teach them some magical techniques and mysterious techniques that are not enough for outsiders.

Although Bai Ye was also longing for it, since he had no chance, he didn't bother to think about it.

Anyway, there are these ancient divine powers and Ling Tian Jue... His trip to the Heavenly Palace of the Supreme God is already a blood profit, even if he didn't learn the Great Thousand Spell Breaking Curse, he didn't feel a pity.

However, the second day after the elder's secret training ended.

Bang bang bang...

A hurried knock on the door sounded from the door of the Soul Martial Arts Field.

Sitting cross-legged, Bai Ye opened his eyes and looked out the door.

"Who?"

"Where is the white night?" A very arrogant voice sounded outside the door.

Bai Ye frowned, he hesitated, got up and walked, opening the door.

The door opened.

It was discovered that standing outside the door was a disciple wearing a gorgeous silver robe pattern. Judging by his costume, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Holding a piece of letter paper in his hand, the disciple stared at Bai Ye coldly and said, "You are Bai Ye, right?"

"It's me, who are you?" Bai Ye said casually.

"Stop talking nonsense, here, go on!" The disciple snorted.

Bai Ye was puzzled, and took a look at the letter paper, only to see a few huge words written on it.

"Gauntlet!"