Soul Emperor Martial God

Senior Jian Ji took the Universe Ring, felt it, and nodded in satisfaction.

After that, without saying more, he turned and left.

However, just as he moved, he paused again.

"Two, I will ask you one last thing." Senior Jian Ji turned around and looked at the two main hall masters.

"You Badian, there is also a place for cultivating younger generations like a school, right?"

"Or, similar palace rules?"

The master of the wind brake nodded when he heard the words, "Yes."

The Eight Halls naturally have similar rules, and they will also train their own martial artists.

However, the Eight Palaces will not recruit martial artists like ordinary sects or academic palaces.

Generally speaking, they are either orphans adopted by the Eight Palaces; or they are people who have no relatives and no reason, at least they need to have no power behind them and be alone.

After all, Badian does not participate in the disputes of the major forces.

Either, it is to break away from its own power and pass a series of tests before entering the Eight Palaces.

Take the Demon Hunting Palace as an example.

Although there are demon hunters all over the world, in fact, the relationship between the demon hunters and the hunting demon palace is only a task.

Only the law enforcement teams, deacons, and chief deacons in each temple really belonged to the warriors in the Hunting Demon Palace.

For these two types, there will be corresponding rewards for completing tasks, hunting monsters, etc., as well as additional promise conditions for the task publisher.

And the last one is those warriors trained by the Demon Hunting Palace, who can obtain the training resources of the Demon Hunting Palace, as well as the guidance of the strong inside the temple, and so on.

But this kind of hunter palace warrior, after completing the task, there is no reward, only the corresponding task point.

Of course, this last type of warrior in the Demon Hunting Palace must also be trusted by the Demon Hunting Palace, and all of them are those who hold the demon hunting as their vocation.

The other seven halls are also similar in hall rules.

Among these martial artists trained in the Eight Palaces, the most famous one is Hua Ruo Lian.

Rumor has it that when Hua Ruo Lian was young, he was adopted by the head of the Yaozun Hall and trained by the Yaozun Hall, so that there is now a famous medicine master.

Senior Jian Ji smiled indifferently, "I recommend some boys to you."

"Of course, their identities can be trusted."

The two main hall masters frowned, "Are those friends from Xiao Yi's hometown?"

"Yes." Senior Jian Ji nodded, "They have no power in the Central Region, and they have no hatred."

The two main hall masters nodded, "It is a good thing to enter our eight halls and be trained by them. It is a good thing to contribute to the eight halls in the future."

"It's just that the young Tianjiao of Badian has strict evaluation standards."

"Their qualifications..."

The Master of the Wind Brake paused, and still bluntly said, "The strongest of their martial arts is only a blue rank, or even a blue rank..."

Palace Master Chengfeng had obviously investigated Ling Yu, Lin Jin and others. Naturally, Palace Master Fengsha also knew the talents of everyone.

Senior Jian Ji sneered, "Martial soul can't determine the life achievement of a martial artist."

"Don't Xiao Yi kid only control the fire beast spirit?"

"A martial artist, the most important thing is the heart of cultivation."

"Trust me, those guys will satisfy you."

"If you are not satisfied later, you can blast them all away."

"This..." After hearing the words, the Master Hall of Wind Brake thought for a while and nodded, "Okay."

"Thanks, goodbye." Senior Jian Ji arched his hands and turned completely.

"Oh, yes." Senior Jian Ji's footsteps paused again, staring at a corner of the room.

"That sword, since it's left with you, it's safe to keep."

The two main hall masters frowned slightly.

Senior Jian Ji smiled confidently, "You said that kid is dead, I don't believe it."

"Since he promised that you will come back to the main hall safely, he will definitely come back."

"What he promised has never been impossible."

"He... never disappoints." Senior Jian Ji sneered, "Trust me, he will definitely come back and retrieve that sword himself."

The voice fell.

Senior Jian Ji had no words, turned and left.

Inside the room.

The two chief hall masters frowned.

The master of the wind brake took the lead in lowering his brows, and then frowned again, "Sura, if I read it right, that sacred pill is the martial arts sacred pill of Senior Ice Sage."

"You don't cultivate ice in the Asura Hall, but the senior ice saint has a deep connection with the founder of your Asura Hall, so at the time of the deadline, you will still leave the martial art sacred pill in your Asura Hall."

"With the strength of that senior ice saint, the martial arts saint pill he left behind is almost one of the most important treasures in your Asura Hall."

"It stands to reason that even Xiao Yi kid is not qualified for this sacred pill."

"Of course, he is forgiven for taking it."

"Now, you gave this girl directly?"

Two of them, it is natural to see that Senior Jian Ji is quite old.

However, for the long years that the two of them have lived, Senior Jian Ji was just a little girl who couldn't be better.

"Is there a problem? Give it as soon as you give it." The main hall of Shura's face was cold.

"Fengsha, haven't you seen the current situation clearly?"

"What?" The master of the wind brake hall was puzzled.

The main hall master of Shura suddenly got up, "Since the most enchanting young Tianjiao of this generation came into being, Zhongyu is doomed to usher in an eventful autumn."

"You have seen everything these days."

"The rain of martial arts has been going on for ten consecutive days, and that person has already fallen."

"Now the eight halls are separated and separated. They are no longer the eight halls of the year."

"This Zhongyu, no, can you still see the future of this continent?"

"Instead of keeping this martial art sacred pill, it is better to give it to those in need and add more hope."

...

Outside the main hall of Shura.

Senior Jian Ji dressed in white, and in front of him were Ling Yu, Lin Jin, Shangguan Xiyue and others.

"From now on, you will stay in this main hall."

"Master, how about you?" Bai Bingxue asked anxiously.

"Me?" Senior Jian Ji smiled, "I will always come back if I go out for a break."

"Senior, are you alone?" Ling Yu and the others were surprised.

This middle domain is very dangerous.

"Heh." Senior Jian Ji smiled faintly, "You, do you know why younger generations should respect their elders?"

"Because the elders have the responsibility to protect your younger generations."

"If an elder can't even protect his own descendants, this elder can no longer bear the word."

"I need an explanation about Xiao Yi boy."

When the voice fell, Senior Jian Ji's figure flashed, already floating away.

Not far away, the two chief hall masters heard this indifferent remark, and their expressions felt guilty.

They are also elders and seniors, but they have not been able to protect their younger generations.

...

The rain in the sky keeps falling.

It's a big middle area, and it's gray.

Far in the deepest part of the Far East.

That piece of poisonous land raging for 100,000 miles is so poisonous that it will be difficult to dissipate for thousands of years.

But no one knows that these days of heavy rain have washed away and scrubbed this highly poisonous land.

A little... a little...

The rain of martial arts has continued for ten days without stopping.

Very toxic, thin, thin, and even completely washed away.

The poison is gone, and what is left is a devastated earth.

A thick layer of venom still remains on the ground.

Snapped…

Suddenly, an arm broke through the ground, breaking through the sticky venom and the ground.

A figure staggered out from the ground.

Above the sky, the heavy rain suddenly stopped.

Even if the sky is crying, the tears will eventually run out; the dark clouds will eventually disappear.

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