Young Martial God

Ye Zhi looked around. It turned out that this was the frontier of Ba Ling Zong.

He looked down the cliff on purpose.

Bang!

His face turned white, and he staggered back a few steps. His body trembled, and his eyes were full of horror.

He looked at the cliff with trembling eyes.

Where is this?

Just that kind of blood, let him as if in the blood sea corpse mountain, the mind is on the verge of collapse.

"It's called blood valley." In response to Ye Zhi, Mu turned a deaf ear, took up the responsibility, stood on the side, and said calmly: "all the children of our clan will be left here because of their death in battle or mission."

"In the long run, there are more than a million children buried here, ranging from the outer room to the lineage and even the elder."

"Because of defeat, they died in the long journey of martial arts, so they are weak."

Ling Mu turned around, looked at Ye Zhi coldly and said, "no matter what factors, if you die, you will lose. No one will sympathize with you, because you are the weak."

"And the strong will not die."

"The blood Valley is the cemetery of the loser."

"The loser, the weak..."

Ye Zhi's brain is blank, which makes Mu's voice sound like a magic sound, and makes his heart tremble and panic rush into his heart.

"Weak, you are weak."

"Ye Zhi, you are a weak man. You can't even protect your sister. You are a real weak man."

"What are you doing alive? Jump, it's over. "

"Jump, jump, you don't have to cook."

"Jump, jump..."

A dark and terrible voice sounded in Ye Zhi's ear, which seemed to have the power to penetrate his heart. It made Ye Zhi's mind show the past, and infinite pain poured into his heart. He was drowned in the magic voice.

"I'm weak. I can't protect my sister. I even like someone. I have to find an excuse to escape."

"Damn it."

Ye Zhimou is full of pain and unwilling, he walked toward the edge of the cliff.

Ling Mu stands on the edge and stares at Ye Zhi's action indifferently.

Ye Zhi, don't do that.

Ye Zhihuan walks slowly to the edge of the cliff. He seems to be completely submerged in his mind and just wants to jump down.

When ye Zhi's foot was close to the edge, he made Mu's pupil tighten, opened his mouth, and then shut up helplessly.

If you can't even pass this pass, you will only go to fill the blood valley when you enter the Ba Ling sect.

Ling Mu stares at Ye Zhi's face and hopes to see ye Zhineng go astray.

However, when ye Zhi raised his foot and stepped out of the cliff, he closed his eyes helplessly.

Ah!

He sighed.

Maybe the expectation is too high.

"What's the situation?" For a long time, there was no news, which made the herdsman stunned, and his heart filled with joy.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that ye Zhi had one foot hanging in the air, and the other foot was still on the edge of the cliff.

But at this time, ye Zhi's eyes burst with light, full of firmness.

He stared fearlessly at the bottom of the cliff, facing the strong blood, and his face was calm.

It seems to be enjoying the baptism of blood.

At the last moment, he realized.

The so-called heart of a warrior is not stubborn and disobeying his original intention.

Instead, it goes straight without interference from external factors.

No matter right or wrong, as long as the heart, no one can stop.

This is the true heart of the warrior.

For a long time, ye Zhi slowly took back his feet and turned back to look at Ling mu. He bowed slightly: "thank you, Ling Fu Jun."

Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on the animal's face: "you're welcome. You beat yourself."

"Only in this way can you stay in the PA Ling sect, and what you will face is more cruel than what you have just experienced."

Ye Zhi was stunned.

Then, he looked at Ling mu with great joy and said in a trembling voice, "Ling Fu Jun, do you mean I can enter the Ba Ling sect?"

"You'll see in a moment. Let's go." Ling Mu didn't want to tell the truth. He just laughed and raised his hand and led Ye Zhi to the biggest palace of Ba Ling sect.

Ye Zhi was overjoyed. Although lingmu didn't make it clear, the meaning was very obvious. He wanted to adapt to the life here in the future, which showed that he should have the qualification to join the Ba Ling sect.

High in the air, he looked back at the cliff, and a smile welled up on his face.

Blood Valley is not my world.

My world is at the top.

"Basiling hall."

Ye Zhi fell to the ground and watched the magnificent building in front of him.

In front of the hall, he seems to see a strong man who stands up to heaven and earth. He looks down on all sides and is proud of the past and present.

"This time, you're really lucky. The first one that BA lingzong has ever seen." Before entering the hall, Ling Mu said to Ye Zhi.

"Make the meaning of the mansion gentleman..." Ye Zhi is puzzled.

Then Ling Mu came into the hall, and ye Zhi felt tight in his heart.

There are already six people in the hall.

Above the throne is a middle-aged man with a golden robe. His eyes are shining, like a God. If ye Zhi only looks at him, he has a sense of uncontrollable fear and wants to kneel down to pay homage.

Holding his heart and mind, ye Zhi, under the pressure of the will, gnaws his teeth and greets the man's bright golden eyes. His body looks loose.

My martial arts respect me. Even if you are martial arts, you can't break my will.

Ye Zhi's eyes are about to crack, his brain is buzzing, even stronger than the feeling on the edge of Xuegu, and his spirit is tottering under the pressure.

He kept his mind and vowed not to yield.

Soon, he seemed to see a little surprise on the man's face, and then the terrible pressure disappeared.

Ye Zhichang sighed. For a moment, he seemed to have experienced life and death.

Is this man a strong man in a clean and honest environment?

Ye Zhi has a palpitation and looks at the man.

His highness also sat on five old men, all of them with great momentum. Standing in the hall, ye Zhi seemed to be in purgatory.

"They are the patriarch and the six elders."

Ling Mu has been sitting down, with his voice across the air.

"The patriarch of Ba Ling sect and the six elders?" When ye Zhi was shocked, he felt confused. Why did he let Ba Ling Zong fight like this?

"Are you ye Zhi?"

The man in the golden robe, also the patriarch of the Ba Ling sect, looked at Ye Zhi and said coldly.

This voice is direct to the bottom of my heart, let Ye Zhixin shudder, as if the whole body let each other see through.

"Yes."

Ye Zhi took a deep breath and said.

"Li Leng, as one of the elders, is of great importance to the clan. When he left, he said a word

"No matter life or death, as long as someone shows up with his token, that person is the descendant and the direct disciple of the Ba Ling sect."

The man's serious voice echoed in the hall, and ye Zhi's brain was blank.

A direct disciple?

Then he understood.

Because of the token and the words.

He will become a direct disciple of the Ba Ling sect.

It suddenly occurred to him that before he entered the temple, what was the meaning of the shepherd's office.

Just because of a token, he became a direct disciple. This kind of good thing is undoubtedly in bad luck. For the first time ever, ye Zhi was surprised, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

If put in the past, he might be very happy when he heard the news.

But after the blood Valley, he only felt a lot of pressure.

One step to be a direct disciple?

What do others think?

If the news gets out, there is no doubt that he will become the focus of the PA Ling sect.

There will be a lot of trouble.

The higher you stand, the harder you fall. You can't even turn over.

What Ling Mu said earlier made him psychologically prepared.

Here, as an outsider, he becomes a legitimate son. If he really has strength, it's OK. But now, in this sect, I'm afraid it's not on the table.

In case

Ye Zhi has a headache.

Although one should not look around in martial arts practice, he is a fool if he knows that he can't do it and wants to do it.

"You will be the only one in the history of Ba Ling sect to become a direct disciple." The man said coldly, with no waves.

Ye Zhi clenched his teeth, said: "Zongchang, can ye refuse?"

Refuse?

Inside the hall, the six elders even made Mu look at Ye Zhi with a stunned look on his face.

Although they are also quite dissatisfied, as Li Leng's last words, they were well known at the beginning, and they were also recognized. Let's be the legitimate children.

But now, ye Zhi refuses?

Refuse to be a direct disciple, if this matter is spread out, I'm afraid I'll laugh at others.

The identity of Ba Ling Zong's direct disciple was rejected.

An elder looked at Ye Zhi with an unhappy face and said, "what do you think are the direct disciples? Can you refuse if you want to? "

Sharp words, but also with a terrible pressure, head-on.

The leaf holds the body shape to slightly tremble, stuffy hums a.

He is dead to carry this kind of suppression, but the line of sight turns to Zong long.

The patriarch looked at Ye Zhi in surprise, and then waved his hand: "as a man of unforgettable martial arts, it's not shameful to put pressure on a younger generation?"

The elder just withdrew the pressure, and his face was still unhappy.

Ling Mu stares at Ye Zhi and doesn't know whether to scold him for being stupid or praise him for his courage.

"I know how to refuse!" Zongchang stares at Ye Zhi, and there is a sneer on his cold face: "but do you think you have the right to choose?"

Ye Zhi said with a wry smile, "No

"Isn't it over? Accept that identity. " Zong Chang's face was the same as before, and said flatly: "but the identity of the legitimate children is not simple."

Ye insisted on reading a move, thought: sure enough, the world is not so cheap shit luck“ No one will touch you during this period. But after this time limit, you will face up to the rule of the Ba Ling sect, die, or lose the identity of the legitimate children, and fall into the inner room children, the outer room children. " Ye Zhi's heart was tight. Although he didn't understand the detailed rules of Ba Ling sect, he must be very cruel. But what made him take a little breath was that there was still March time. Although the time was a little tight, it was enough for him to improve his accomplishments“ Ling mu, take him away. " Zong long looked at Ling Mu and said plainly“ Yes, sir Ling Mu answered, then walked to Ye Zhi and said, "let's go." Ye Zhi looks at Zong Chang. In his cold eyes, he turns back and follows lingmu away. After he left, the patriarch scanned the five elders and said coldly, "how do you feel?"“ I'm too crazy. Even if I give him half a year or even one year, I can't keep my identity as a legitimate child. " The elder who spoke earlier had a sneer on his face“ Not necessarily. This talent is more than 15 years old. He can have such strength. Although he is still a little far away from his own children, it's no problem to be an inner son. Moreover, he is still a spiritual man. It's not impossible for him to suddenly arrive at a state of mind in March. " So said another elder. Like to hold (hold) the fastest update speed.