There are more than 300 magic soul pills in this bag. If it hadn't been exchanged to the upper limit, Bai Ye wouldn't have come out of the wooden man's room so quickly. This was also thanks to Bai Zhixin, who brought a group of people to deliver the mark.
, which saved a lot of time.
After this battle, Bai Ye once again made a name for himself in the sect, and both the outer and inner disciples, and even the elder sect masters heard about it.
One man in a wooden house fought against dozens of people and came back victorious. Who can match this impressive record?
Bai Ye absorbed more than 300 Dharma Soul Pills one by one. Every time he took one, a feeling of heat surged in his body. Ordinary disciples don't have many Dharma Soul Pills in a year. Mo Qinghong occupied the wooden house for three days and got the pill.
The medicines are also distributed to other disciples. It's good if you can get dozens of pills for yourself. For someone like Bai Ye, who swallowed three hundred pills in one go, no disciple in the Juehun Sect has this kind of treatment.
After a while, he felt that the heavenly soul in his body was hot and he could no longer swallow it, otherwise it would put a load on his body.
He pulled out the soft sword from his waist and practiced the "Flash Sword Technique" and "Jinghong Footwork" to release the energy accumulated in his body.
If this trend continues, it will only be a matter of time before we reach the seventh level of the Soul Realm.
Just as Bai Ye was practicing in full swing, bursts of rustling sounds came from the side.
"Who?" Bai Ye shouted.
There was silence in the bushes for a while, and then some young faces quietly poked their heads out.
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment. These people were all under twenty years old, similar to his own age, but their clothes were very new, and they were all new disciples who had just joined the sect.
"Senior...Senior brother, hello." The leader was a dark-skinned, thin young man. He said nervously: "I...my name is Zhang Dazhuang, we...we all have not yet entered the sect."
One-year disciple."
Zhang Dazhuang? With such a thin body, he really can’t be compared to being strong.
"What are you hiding for?" Bai Ye asked.
"We...we want to follow you." Zhang Dazhuang whispered.
"Follow me?" Bai Ye was stunned.
"Yes..." Zhang Dazhuang scratched his head and said shyly: "The incident about you in the wooden room has been spread throughout the whole sect. You are not a person on the Dragon and Tiger List, but you dare to talk to a senior brother on the Dragon and Tiger List.
Senior sister is against us, we...we just want to control you, and hope you can take us in..."
It turns out that these guys are looking for backers...
"You are mistaken, we are all from the same sect, how can we take him in? You want to find a backer, there are many masters in the sect, why should you look for me?" Bai Ye shook his head.
"There are indeed many masters in the sect, but... they are not willing to take us in because we have just started and have low strength. They look down upon us. Almost every master on the Dragon and Tiger List has recruited a group of masters from the same sect to occupy the sect.
Resources, we new disciples cannot enjoy the training resources at all, and our strength will only get lower and lower, so we want to follow you, fight against them, seize resources, and maybe have a chance to succeed."
Zhang Dazhuang said bravely.
Bai Ye glanced at these people, and they all looked expectantly.
However, Bai Ye is a troublesome person. Once such a group of people really become their backers, they will not have a stable life in the future.
He shook his head: "You'd better find someone else."
After that, the people left, ignoring the shouts and pleas of Zhang Dazhuang and others, leaving behind countless disappointed faces.
I heard from outside that the Juehun Sect abides by morality and respects benevolence and righteousness. Now it seems that what is said outside is not true. No matter which sect, the law of the weak and the strong cannot be avoided.
However, Bai Ye is not disgusted. After all, this is how the world is. If the Juehun Sect takes care of these people in every possible way, once they leave the sect, they will only die without their bodies intact and be buried in a cruel world.
The turmoil in the wooden house will not last long, because everyone's eyes are focused on the Dragon and Tiger Stage.
The five-day period came soon. Early in the morning, disciples gathered around the Dragon Tiger Stage. In addition to the disciples watching the excitement, there were also several groups of people. One group was experienced disciples headed by Mo Qinghong, and the other group was headed by Mo Qinghong.
It seems that the new disciples led by Zhang Dazhuang still don’t give up.
Mo Qinghong held the sword order and stood in front of the stage with his eyes closed.
During this period, the rumors about Mo Qinghong and Bai Ye could be said to have swept the entire sect. The conflict between the two intensified and became a hot topic among the disciples. However, people were more curious about Bai Ye.
What kind of strength is Mo Qinghong? Everyone knows it well, but who is this Bai Ye? Dare to provoke him?
"Hey, have you heard? The guy named Bai Ye picked out Senior Sister Bai Zhixin and the others, numbering over fifty, in the wooden house the other day!"
"I heard about it. It is said that this guy Bai Ye used the wooden figures in the wooden figure room to fight guerrillas. He was good at personal skills and took advantage of them. That's why Senior Sister Bai and the others were defeated."
"Haha, he is not so lucky today. Senior Brother Mo is furious and will not show mercy today. Bai Ye is afraid that his life will depend on this."
"This is not necessarily true. You must know that Bai Ye easily crushed Guan Chengfei! His strength is not simple."
People around were whispering and discussing.
Bai Zhixin in the crowd looked ugly, staring coldly at the path, looking forward to the arrival of that person.
But after a long time, Bai Ye was still nowhere to be seen.
The disciples were also quite surprised.
"Why haven't you come yet?"
"Isn't that guy so scared that he hid?"
"Oh, if he breaks the agreement, Senior Brother Mo can do whatever he wants with him. If he breaks the agreement between Dragon and Tiger, he will be despised. In this way, his death will only be worse."
There is humanity,
But just as everyone was asking questions, a figure appeared on the trail.
Everyone took a look.
"It's Byakuya!"
"he came!"
The calls kept coming.
Zhang Dazhuang and others ran over there happily.
"Senior Brother Bai, you're here, we thought..."
"Dazhuang, what are you talking about? Why doesn't Senior Brother Bai come?"
Zhang Dazhuang was about to say something, but immediately stopped and the people next to him quickly picked up the words.
"Why are you here? I told you, if you want to find a backer, find someone else."
Bai Ye glanced at them and walked directly towards Longhu Terrace without paying much attention to them.
Zhang Dazhuang and others smiled honestly, but did not leave and walked with them.
The crowded crowd separated automatically, and pairs of eyes scanned Bai Ye's body.
Mo Qinghong stared at Bai Ye coldly, with a ferocious smile on his lips.
"Breathe well, you may not be able to breathe after a while." After the voice fell, he threw the sword order over.
Bai Ye looked calm as he caught the sword command and dripped blood on it. Mo Qinghong immediately raised a ferocious smile on his lips, and the two of them jumped up.
Wow.
Golden screen patterns immediately appeared around the Dragon and Tiger Arena, and the entire arena was sealed off.
The audience fell silent, and people held their breath and concentrated.
The battle with Guan Chengfei was just a small fight. This time, it was a real dragon-tiger showdown, because Mo Qinghong was the master on the dragon-tiger list!
"Do you regret it?" Mo Qinghong stared at Bai Ye and said with a slight smile.
"What do you regret?" Bai Ye wondered.
"I regret provoking me. If you had been more honest, how could you be where you are today?" Mo Qinghong said with a smile.
Hearing this, Bai Ye shook his head repeatedly: "It was your people who provoked me first. What's more, I'm standing here safe and sound, so why should I regret it?"
Mo Qinghong's eyes grew colder: "Really? Let's see who falls on the ground later."
As the voice fell, Mo Qinghong's fingers flashed with light, and he took out a bright silver spear.
A ring of storage?
This is such a good treasure that it is impossible for ordinary people to own it. Only Bai Qingshan, the head of the entire Bai family, owns one.
"Come on, I'll give you ten moves!" Mo Qinghong said confidently, holding a gun.
Give ten moves? So arrogant!
"good!"
Bai Ye was not polite. He gathered his breath, activated his Heavenly Soul, and rushed towards Mo Qinghong.
"Are you so arrogant that you don't draw your sword and fight me with your flesh and blood?" Mo Qinghong was furious. Bai Ye simply looked down on him.
But looking at Bai Ye's soul power rolling around, a terrifying cold air condensed on the edge of his fist, like a frost covering.
"The Bai Family's Frost-White Divine Fist? I don't know how much colder it is than Senior Sister Bai Zhixin." There were sounds of shock from the audience, and they could all feel the frost on the fist through the seals.
The anger in Mo Qinghong's eyes dissipated and was replaced by full of surprise.
He hurriedly retreated, using agile steps to avoid the punch.
But the moment he dodged the punch, a cold light struck him.
Mo Qinghong was shocked and immediately raised his gun to resist.
Boom!
The barrel of the gun was struck.
The terrifying force shook him so hard that he almost lost his grip on the gun. When he took a closer look, he saw a thin long sword appearing in Bai Ye's hand.
That’s Guan Chengfei’s sword!
"There are eight more moves!" Bai Ye said with a smile, using the Jinghong footwork, people were like swimming dragons, and there were many phantoms. Mo Qinghong was dazzled and his heart was beating wildly.
This footwork...is the physical technique "Jinghong Footwork"? How can it be so powerful?
Whoosh!
At this moment, there was another chill in his ears, Mo Qinghong's soul power burst out, and he blasted away with his spear.
But it all came to nothing!
Make a sound in the east and attack in the west!
He felt a chill in his heart and turned his head to look, but the next second, he was hit by a sword in the abdomen, leaving a bloody hole.
Mo Qinghong retreated hurriedly, Bai Ye stood still, as steady as Mount Tai.
"Seven more moves!"
Say it again in the white night.
The voice was gentle, but to him, every word was like a needle.
Mo Qinghong's expression suddenly changed.
After only three moves, he was struck by a sword. If he was so embarrassed, wouldn't the remaining seven moves be fatal?
Bai Ye rushed over again, but he put the sword back on his waist and raised his fist to attack.
The sword has been retracted, and it is impossible to tell when he will draw the sword or where it will reach, and the sharpness of his fist cannot be underestimated.
At this moment, Mo Qinghong was completely confused.
Seeing the look in the opponent's eyes, Bai Ye knew in his heart that the winner was decided, and he struck away with his fist without mercy.
But in the midst of the lightning and flint, Mo Qinghong shot away, and terrifying soul power swept across all directions, the spear pierced the ground, and the Dragon Tiger Tower was rumbled.
Bai Ye was forced to retreat and stood firm. He smiled softly: "Senior Brother Mo, didn't you say you gave me ten moves? This is only the fourth move, and you can't hold your breath anymore?"
"Shut up!" Mo Qinghong was furious and rushed over with a gun.
Like an angry lion.
"You gave me four moves, and in return, I'll give you four moves too!"
Bai Ye said calmly.
"I want you to fall with one move!" He roared loudly, and his spear was like a dragon, swallowing mountains and rivers with rage.
Bai Ye put his hands behind his back, and started moving his footwork again. He was like a tumbler, leaning back ninety degrees without falling, and the spear passed by his face.
"one move!"
"die!"
Mo Qinghong held the gun and lowered it. Bai Ye, who was leaning back, turned over and twisted around.
boom!
The spear hit the ground and missed.
"Two moves!"
"Bastard!" Mo Qinghong was about to explode with anger, and the spear in his hand became even more violent.
But the white night was as slippery as a loach, flickering in the chaotic shadows of the guns without touching a single leaf.
"Three moves! Four moves! Five moves! Six moves..."
After the rain of bullets, Bai Ye was not damaged at all. He stepped aside and looked at Mo Qinghong calmly.
"Eighteen moves!"
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(There will be another chapter later, please help me collect and promote it, thank you~)
