Soul Martial Sovereign

Disciple Ling Yu greets the elder. Even so, Ling Yu cupped his fists and bowed respectfully.

"Ugh!" "Oh …" The old man was woken up as his eyes became hazy. He opened his eyes and immediately shouted: "The Hall Competition is finally over? "That's good, that's good. Very good. This old man is free. Let's go eat …"

"This... Release? What the hell is this!? " Ling Yu's heart immediately sank. Waking up and wanting to eat, what kind of f * cking pig is this?

"Ling Yu, Senior Brother Zhangkong is an elder of the Soul Martial Hall. He is usually free and unrestrained, so you don't need to mind." Seeing Ling Yu standing there in a daze, Elder Duan Yun reminded him with good intentions.

The others all had odd expressions on their faces. They could hear what Elder Duan Yun was hinting at: Chang Kong is usually like this, doing nothing at all, doing nothing at all.

"Soul Martial Hall?" When Ling Yu heard this, a glint of light flashed across his eyes, and he then turned around and spoke to the elders in a deep voice, "I am indebted to all of you elders for your concern and love, this disciple is terrified, this disciple has already made his decision."

Following the sound of Ling Yu's voice, everyone in the kung fu stage instantly quietened down, and their gazes all gathered on Ling Yu.

In fact, they had long since thought in their hearts that the final decision of Ling Yu should be none other than the Yuan Yang Peak.

Most of the experts with the strongest Martial Sect had always been from the Yuan Yang Peak. It could be seen that the position of the Yuan Yang Peak s in the Martial Sect was like the sun in the sky, and no one was willing to miss this opportunity.

Elder Duan Yun squinted his eyes, smiled reservedly: "Since you've decided, then follow me to the Yuan Yang Peak."

But who would have thought that Ling Yu shook his head, then pointed at the sloppy-looking old man behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Disciple wants to go to Soul Martial Hall."

The moment Ling Yu's voice fell, the entire plaza immediately erupted in startled cries, everyone could not help but stare blankly, all of their eyes were filled with astonishment, as though they were looking at a madman, in disbelief.

"Soul Martial Hall? He actually chose Soul Martial Hall? Is there something wrong with this kid's head? "

Soul Martial Hall has been in decline for a long time, if you do not reveal your Profound art, you will not be able to learn anything, and entering Soul Martial Hall is equivalent to wasting your time. "

"That's right, who else would choose the Soul Martial Hall except for his brain, who would choose his own future?"

The crowd in the plaza were all discussing animatedly, no one had expected that Ling Yu would actually choose the most decadent Soul Martial Hall of the ten great halls, this was something they could not comprehend at all.

But, as Ling Yu stood there calmly, his heart was actually as clear as a mirror!

It was undeniable that there were many advantages to entering other halls, and one could even cultivate an even more powerful Martial Skill and Cultivation Method.

However, over this period of time, the conflicts between him and the Yuan Yang Peak grew more and more, especially with regards to Ling Wencheng, Yi Tian and the others.

Furthermore, there was also the Soul bead and the Soul Martial Arts that Ling Yu cultivated, they definitely could not let other people know. The other halls had too many people, and if one wanted to secretly cultivate them, it was basically impossible. Sooner or later, others would find out, and it might bring about his death.

Therefore, after careful deliberation, Ling Yu decided to choose the Soul Martial Hall.

"Ling Yu, your cultivation talent is not bad, you must not ruin your own future." Elder Duan Yun's gaze was deep, he truly could not understand why Ling Yu would abandon the strongest, the Yuan Yang Peak.

"A thousand years ago, Soul Martial Hall was indeed flourishing, but now that the Soul Martial Hall has declined, without the help of the Cultivation Method, your cultivation talent would only be wasted if you go there." Elder Xiong stared with wide eyes as he advised.

"You must think this through. Don't make any reckless decisions." Elder Jiang looked at Ling Yu in shock and advised.

"Disciple has decided to go to Soul Martial Hall." Ling Yu said resolutely, then turned to the old man and cupped his fists as he said: "I ask for Elder Zhangkong's approval."

"Ugh …" This... "That …" Elder Chang Kong was obviously surprised, he looked at Ling Yu, then at Duan Yun and the rest, and muttered: "The other halls are so strong, this guy's brain is filled with water …"

"F * ck me!" Ling Yu's face darkened, is this guy really an elder of the Soul Martial Hall? Could it be fake? The two hundred and fifty points that the other sects had sent over?

When Elder Duan Yun and the others heard this, they all revealed joyous expressions. Elder Kong was being too frank, Ling Yu definitely was not willing to go to the Soul Martial Hall, giving them the benefit for nothing.

Just as they were rejoicing, Elder Chang Xiao spoke again. He said without a care, "Not bad, all the brainless people should come to Soul Martial Hall. I think highly of you."

Your brain is just filled with water, your whole family's brain is filled with water!

Ling Yu looked at this slovenly old man with a face full of nonsense. Is there anyone like you guys who accepts disciples? No wonder the Soul Martial Hall had not fallen to this stage yet.

Let alone Ling Yu, the other hall elders all looked like they had eaten a dead mouse, their expressions extremely ugly.

"What's going on with Zhangkong? He has no shame to recruit such a lousy disciple from Falling Mountain Sect. Isn't this just fooling others?" Elder Xiong had a dark expression as he muttered in a low voice.

"Although the Soul Martial Hall has lasted for several thousand years, the legacy has already been severed, and no disciple is willing to stay. If this goes on, since he hasn't even inherited the Soul Martial Hall, how can he not be anxious?"

Senior Brother Chang Kong, if you are afraid that the Soul Martial Hall does not have any successors, you can choose a disciple from the other nine halls. For a talented disciple like Ling Yu, you must not misunderstand the disciples of the Soul Martial Hall.

"There's no need for you all to worry about how you explain things to the sect master. Although the Soul Martial Hall's inheritance is unknown, it's not enough to destroy a disciple." The slovenly old man spoke with determination, her expression very natural, as though she was completely confident. However, when it entered Ling Yu's eyes, her face darkened once again. This old man was obviously lying with his eyes wide open.

Even after the inheritance was cut off, you were still seriously talking nonsense. Aren't you a f * cking misguided child?

However, Ling Yu was different. He did not care at all about the inheritance at all.

The rest of the elders were unwilling that Ling Yu would fall into the hands of the Soul Martial Hall, so they all expressed their disagreement.

However, Kong Chang looked like a dead pig that was unafraid of boiling water, he did not care about what they said at all. With a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind blew Ling Yu straight up into the air, flying straight towards Soul Martial Peak.

Han Zhu stood on top of the stone pillar and watched Ling Yu's figure quickly disappear into the distance. At this moment, the beautiful eyes of like water flashed a look of regret.

"He … He really went to the Soul Martial Hall? This fellow must be insane. Isn't he trying to ruin his own future by saying that he is unable to see through it? " Many people in the crowd were discussing.

"Soul Martial Hall? Speak for yourself... "Hahaha …" In the vicinity of the plaza, Long Xuanyu's eyes flashed sinisterly as his face filled with killing intent, and he said with a cold voice: "If you choose the Yuan Yang Peak, if I want to kill you in the future, I would still have a few misgivings. But after entering the Soul Martial Hall, without even a legacy, you are destined to die in my hands."

Ling Yu passed the Hall Competition and seriously injured Long Xuanyu. The matter of him choosing the Soul Martial Hall soon spread, and the entire Martial Sect was in an uproar.

"He actually went to the Soul Martial Hall? Heh heh … "Very good, as expected of trash. You are destined to be stepped under my feet for your entire life and never be able to rise above the masses." Inside the Yuan Yang Peak's cave, Ling Wencheng's sinister sneer rang.

Soul Martial Peak, just like its name, rightly lost their souls …

At least in Ling Yu's eyes, it was just too ordinary, and it was a mountain that had been abandoned for god knows how long.

The staircase leading to the mountain was littered with withered branches and fallen leaves. Inside the mountain, there were broken bricks and broken tiles. There were ruins of huge buildings everywhere. At this moment, all of them had collapsed.

looked at everything in front of him speechlessly. His face was filled with disbelief, saying that it was one of the ten great halls of the Martial Sect, but this place was more like a piece of wild land.

"Where do we live? "Sleep there?" After circling around the place, Ling Yu started to suspect if he had run into the Mo Wang Plain's underground world.

"Whatever. You're welcome." As Elder Chang spoke, he immediately lay down on a nearby boulder.

"You … You're not going to sleep on this big rock, are you? " Ling Yu stared with his eyes wide open and his tongue tied, was he really entering the Martial Sect or the Beggar Gang?

"What's so bad about that? The sky is covering us, making us a bed, and making us feel free and at ease." Elder Chang looked disapproving.

"Fine." Ling Yu kneeled down to this fellow and asked: "Then what about after dinner?"

"Someone will send it over." Kong Chang yawned and muttered, "However, when you were participating in the Hall Competition, we already ate. We were only delivered tomorrow …"

"This …" Ling Yu looked at the sky in astonishment, and his entire being froze as he powerlessly asked, "But I haven't eaten yet, don't tell me I really don't have anything to eat?"

It was only then that Chang Kong raised his head, looked at Ling Yu, and threw a bow directly at him. "There are many wild beasts in Soul Martial Peak, you can fight any you want."

Ling Yu looked at the bow in his hand, and almost vomited blood.

Oh my god, is this really one of the Soul Martial Hall s that has one of the ten great halls of the Martial Sect? I haven't read much, so don't lie to me.

Even the bow that the elder had thrown out was broken to the point where he could not accept it. He did not know how long this bow had been forged for, the handle of the bow was rusted, the filth forming a layer of purplish black, like dried blood, and there was also a strange smell seeping out.

Ling Yu frowned, he suspected that this arrow could actually hunt?

But no matter how much he regretted, he still had to eat.

After a while of struggling, Ling Yu quickly forced himself to admit the cruel reality. He angrily pulled on the bowstring.