Bai Ye left the arena and went straight back to the Hunwu Hall to practice cross-legged.
As for whether the ten elders will come to bow, it is no longer important.
He sat cross-legged in the Soul Martial Field, looking at the statues, he let out a long breath, but the disappointment on his face became more and more.
Although he could not continue to participate in the trial to gain benefits, Bai Ye did not feel unhappy. What he was really disappointed with was that there was a huge gap between the Temple of the Supreme God and what he had in mind.
Does such a sect really have the ability to control life and death?
The trial lasted for about two days and just ended.
On the day after the competition, Zhao Li hurried to Hunwu Hall.
"Junior Brother Bai...Senior Brother!"
Zhao Li rushed into the soul martial arts field panting and shouted in a hurry.
"What's wrong?" Bai Ye, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and had just absorbed another round of ancient divine power, slowly opened his eyes and spoke calmly.
But Zhao Li rushed over in a few steps and shouted to Bai Ye with an anxious look on his face: "Do you know what you are doing? It doesn't matter if you offend the tenth elder, you actually dare to offend the second elder of our sect.
...You...do you really not know how to write the word "death"?"
"Everyone is responsible for what he does. This is my business and has nothing to do with you. I don't think the elders will embarrass you, right?" Bai Ye said calmly.
"But those disciples under the elders don't think so!" Zhao Li sat down on the ground, angry and resentful: "I also said that our Hunwu Hall has a treasure, and I hope you can give our Hunwu Hall a voice.
What! This is a good time! It turns out that 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 still there, I would have had to lie down long ago.
Return to Bingxin Hall! And I heard that the disciples of Mulong Hall are extremely dissatisfied with your attitude towards the second elder. If they take action, we may not even have any scum left!"
"So you think you have been implicated by me?" Bai Ye asked calmly.
"Isn't that right?" Zhao Li said angrily: "If you hadn't been so impulsive, how could we have ended up like this? Now our Hunwu Hall is full of rats crossing the street, and everyone is shouting and beating them. I'm afraid not many departments in the sect dare to
Contact us! We can’t go anywhere except Bingxintang!”
"That's it..."
Bai Ye exhaled, stood up, and turned to look at Zhao Li.
Looking at Bai Ye's cold eyes with a hint of indifference, Zhao Li's body trembled slightly, and a chill could not help but arise in his heart.
"You...what are you going to do?" Zhao Li asked nervously, his voice trembling.
"I don't want to do anything, I just want to tell you that from today on, I, Bai Ye, have nothing to do with you and all the Hunwu Hall disciples in Bingxin Hall." Bai Ye said calmly.
"This is the best!" Zhao Li said angrily.
But the next second, Bai Ye's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Zhao Li's collar in an instant.
Zhao Li was caught off guard, and before he could react, he was picked up by Bai Ye with one hand.
In an instant, Zhao Li's feet were off the ground and he continued to struggle.
"Senior brother, you...what are you going to do?" he said in fear.
Bai Ye stared at him expressionlessly and said again: "I don't do anything, I just want to make a statement! First, whatever I do in Bai Ye, that is my right! It's not your turn to blame! Second, you Hunwu
The hall has always been a street rat, beating anyone who wants to. If you are beaten, it is because of your incompetence and has nothing to do with me! Third, you are afraid of the disciples of Mulong Hall, do you think you don’t need to be afraid of me? Do you think
I can't deal with you? Listen! From today on, you, including everyone else in the Hunwu Hall, are not allowed to step into the Hunwu Hall, otherwise, I will let you live in the seriously injured room in the Bingxin Hall!"
After the words fell, Bai Ye waved his hand.
Plop!
Zhao Li fell heavily to the ground, looking very embarrassed and frightened.
His eyes widened, he pointed at Bai Ye and wanted to say something else, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them. In the end, he could only stand up, turn around and run away.
Bai Ye looked at Zhao Li quietly and said nothing.
His impression of Zhao Li cannot be said to be good, but it is definitely not bad either.
It's just that Zhao Li is too realistic.
Like those disciples of Hunwu Hall, because he lives at the lowest level of Taishang Shentian Temple, he cares about everything, whether it is training conditions or training environment.
There is no doubt that Bai Ye caused a scene in the arena and had a severe impact on them.
It is understandable that Zhao Li was so angry.
But Bai Ye didn't come here to have a good relationship with these people, but to learn the Supreme Divine Art.
Bai Ye doesn't care what they think or how they live!
After all, if these people really regarded Bai Ye as a sect member, they would not leave Bai Ye alone in Hunwu Hall.
"No one will bother me now, right?"
Bai Ye thought, closed the door of the soul martial arts field again, took out the Lingtian Jue, and while practicing the Lingtian Jue, he absorbed the ancient divine power.
On the third day, the tenth elder Wang Yuanyan did not come.
Bai Ye knew that he would never be able to lower his head.
Come to think of it, he is the tenth elder in the sect after all. How can he bow to a disciple?
Bai Ye didn't care at all, he was just minding his own practice as if nothing had happened.
In the five days after the selection, it is the time for the elders to conduct elite training on the selected dark horses and seeds. Although it only lasts a few days, these few days are extremely precious for a disciple of the Supreme God Temple.
Because in order for the disciples to perform exceptionally and achieve good results in the battles between the sects, the sect will teach them some magical techniques and mysterious techniques that are not common to outsiders.
Although Bai Ye yearned for it very much, since he had no chance, he didn't bother to think about it.
Anyway, with these ancient divine powers and Ling Tian Jue...his trip to the Supreme God's Heavenly Palace was already profitable enough. Even if he didn't learn the Great Thousand Spell-Breaking Curse, he wouldn't feel it was a pity.
However, the day after the elder's secret training ended.
Bang bang bang...
A rapid knock on the door sounded from the door of the Soul Martial Field.
Bai Ye, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and looked outside the door.
"who?"
"Where is Bai Ye?" A very arrogant voice sounded outside the door.
Bai Ye frowned, hesitated, then got up and walked over, opening the door.
The door opens.
Only then did he realize that the person standing outside the door was a disciple wearing a gorgeous silver robe pattern. Judging from his clothing, he must not be an ordinary person.
The disciple held a piece of letter paper in his hand, stared at Bai Ye coldly and said, "Are you Bai Ye?"
"It's me, who are you?" Bai Ye said casually.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go on!" The disciple snorted.
Bai Ye was confused. He took the letter and looked at it, only to see several huge words written on it.