There are more than three hundred magic soul pills in this bag. If it hadn't been exchanged for the upper limit, Bai Ye wouldn't have come out of the wooden man's room so quickly. Thanks to Bai Zhixin, she brought a ticket to send the seal. , It saves a lot of time.

After this battle, Bai Ye once again became famous for moving the sect, whether he was an outer disciple, an inner disciple, or even the elder sect master.

In the wooden house, one person fought dozens of people alone, and returned in a big victory. Who can beat this impressive record?

There are more than three hundred magic soul pills, absorbed by the white night one by one, every one of them is filled with hotness in the body. Ordinary disciples don’t have many magic soul pills in a year, and Mo Qinghong occupied the wooden house for three days and obtained the pills. The medicine was also scored for other disciples, and it was not bad that he could get dozens of pills, like Bai Ye who swallowed 300 pills in one go, no disciple in the Soul Sect received this treatment.

After a while, he felt that the Heavenly Soul in his body was hot and could no longer be swallowed, otherwise it would load his body.

He pulled out the soft sword from his waist, practiced "Flash Sword Art" and "Jinghong Footwork" to vent the energy accumulated in his body.

Following this trend, it will be sooner or later to enter the seventh rank of the power soul realm.

Just as the white night was practicing, rustling sounds came from the side.

"Who?" Bai Ye drank low.

There was a bit of silence in the bush, and then some immature faces quietly poked out their heads.

Bai Ye was stunned. These people were all under twenty years old, about the same age as their own, but their clothes were very new, and they were all new disciples.

"Master.... Good brother." The leader was a dark skinned, thin young boy. He said nervously: "I...My name is Zhang Dazhuang. We... One-year disciple."

Zhang Dazhuang? Such a thin body really has nothing to do with Zhuang.

"What are you hiding?" Bai Ye asked.

"We...we want to talk to you." Zhang Dazhuang whispered.

"Follow me?" Bai Ye was stunned.

"Yes..." Zhang Dazhuang scratched his head and said shyly: "The story about your stay in the wooden house has been spread throughout the entire sect. You are not on the Dragon and Tiger rankings, but you dare to talk to the seniors on the Dragon and Tiger rankings. Sister, we’re right, we...we just want to be with you, I hope you can take us in..."

It turns out that these guys are here to find backers...

"You are mistaken. They are all from the same family. How can you take in? You are looking for a backer. There are many masters in the sect, why bother to find me?" Bai Ye shook his head.

"There are indeed many masters in the sect, but... they are unwilling to take us in, because we have just started and we are humble. They look down on them. Almost everyone in the Dragon and Tiger rankings has recruited a group of masters in the same sect to occupy the sect. Resources, we new disciples simply cannot enjoy cultivation resources, and our strength will only get lower and lower. Therefore, we want to follow you, fight against them and grab resources, maybe we will have a bright future."

Zhang Dazhuang said boldly.

Bai Ye glanced at these people, and they all looked forward to it.

However, Bai Ye is a troublesome person, such a person, once they really become their patron, there will be no peace in the future.

He shook his head: "You should find someone else."

After that, they left, ignoring Zhang Dazhuang and others' crying and begging, leaving countless disappointed faces.

I heard that the people of Absolute Soul sect obeyed morality and respected righteousness 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 can not be avoided.

However, Bai Ye was not disgusted, after all, this is the case in the world. If the Soulless Sect treats these people in every possible way, once they leave the sect, they will only die without the whole body, and be ruined in the cruel world.

The turmoil in the wooden house will not last long, because everyone's eyes are on the Dragon and Tiger Platform.

The five-day period is coming soon. Early in the morning, the Dragon and Tiger platform was full of disciples. In addition to the disciples who watched the excitement, there were also several groups of people, one group of experienced disciples headed by Mo Qinghong, and a group of The new disciples headed by Zhang Dazhuang, it seems that they still don't give up.

Mo Qinghong took the sword order and stood in front of the stage with his eyes closed.

The rumors about Mo Qinghong and Bai Ye during this period can be said to have swept the entire sect, and the intensification of the contradiction between the two became a hot topic among disciples, but people were more curious about Bai Ye.

What strength is Mo Qinghong? Everyone knows it well, but who is this white night? Dare to provoke him?

"Hey, have you heard? The guy named Bai Ye the day before, picked Senior Sister Bai Zhixin and the number 50 people in the wooden room!"

"I heard. It's said that this guy Bai Ye used the wooden figure in the wooden man's room to fight guerrillas. This guy has a good personality and took a big advantage. Sister Bai and the others were defeated."

"Hehe, he is not so lucky today. Senior Brother Mo is furious and will not be merciful today. Bai Ye is afraid that he will confess his life here."

"This is not necessarily true. You must know that this white night can easily crush Guan Chengfei! Strength is not simple."

The people around were talking and talking.

Bai Zhi in the crowd looked ugly, staring coldly at the path, looking forward to that person's arrival.

But after a long time, Bai Ye still disappeared.

The disciples are also quite strange.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

"Isn't that guy so scared to hide?"

"Oh, if he breaks the agreement, Brother Mo can dispose of him at will, breaking the agreement between the dragon and tiger, but he will be spurned. In this way, he will only die more miserably."

Humane,

But when everyone questioned, a figure appeared on the trail.

Everyone took a look.

"It's White Night!"

"he came!"

The voice keeps on.

Zhang Dazhuang and others ran over there happily.

"Brother Bai, you can count it, we thought..."

"Da Zhuang, what are you talking nonsense, how come Brother Bai can't come?"

Zhang Dazhuang was about to say something, but immediately stopped talking, and the person next to him quickly took it.

"Why are you here? I said, if you want to find a backer, find someone else."

Bai Ye glanced at them, didn't pay much attention, and walked directly to Longhutai.

Zhang Dazhuang and others smiled honestly, but did not leave, and followed along.

The crowd separated automatically, and a pair of eyes scanned Bai Ye.

Mo Qinghong stared at Bai Ye coldly, with a grinning smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Breathe well, after a while, you may not be able to breathe." The voice fell, and the sword was thrown over.

Bai Ye looked calm, took the sword order, dripped blood, Mo Qinghong immediately raised a grinning smile, and the two jumped up.

Wow.

A golden screen pattern immediately appeared around the Dragon Tiger Terrace, and the entire ring was sealed off.

The audience became silent, and people held their breath.

The battle with Guan Chengfei was just a small fight. This time, it was a real dragon-tiger duel, because Mo Qinghong was a master on the dragon-tiger list!

"Regret it?" Mo Qinghong stared at Bai Ye, smiling slightly.

"What do you regret?" Bai Ye puzzled.

"Regret provoke me, if you are honest, how can you have today?" Mo Qinghong smiled.

Hearing the sound, Bai Ye shook his head again and again: "It's yours who provoke me first. What's more, how can I regret if I stand here safe and sound?"

Mo Qinghong's eyes grew colder: "Really? Then let's see who falls on the ground later."

The sound fell, Mo Qinghong's fingers flashed, and a bright silver spear was taken out by him.

Ring of storage?

This is a good treasure, it is impossible for ordinary people to own it, and the Patriarch Bai Qingshan owns one in the entire Bai family.

"Make a move, I'll let you ten moves!" Mo Qinghong pulled a gun and believed himself.

Let ten tricks? So arrogant!

"it is good!"

Bai Ye was not polite. He took a sigh of relief, and the Heavenly Soul moved towards Mo Qinghong.

"Arrogant, do you not draw your sword, and fight me with your flesh and blood?" Mo Qinghong was furious, Bai Ye simply looked down on him.

But watching Bai Ye's spirit power roll, a terrible cold air condensed on the front of the fist, like a frost covering.

"The Frost White Divine Fist of the Bai Family? The degree of this coldness is not known to be better than Senior Sister Bai Zhixin." There were waves of shock from the audience, and they could feel the frosty cold on that fist across the Taiwan seal.

The anger in Mo Qinghong's eyes dissipated, and was replaced by surprise.

He backed hurriedly, with agile steps, avoiding the punch.

But at the moment when this punch was hidden, a cold light came.

Mo Qinghong was shocked and immediately raised his gun to resist.

Huh!

The gun was hit.

The terrible force shook his gun almost unsteadily, and when he fixed his eyes, Bai Ye didn't know when a soft long sword appeared in Bai Ye's hand.

That is Guan Chengfei's sword!

"There are eight more moves!" Bai Ye smiled, Jinghong's footwork was applied, people were like a dragon, and there were many phantoms. Mo Qinghong was dazzled and his heart beat wildly.

This footwork...is the physical skill "Jinghong footwork"? How could it be so powerful?

Whoosh!

At this moment, there was another chill in his ear, and Mo Qinghong's spirit power burst, and the spear blasted away.

But it was empty!

Shocked!

With a chill in his heart, he turned his head to look, but the next second, a sword was in his abdomen and a blood hole was pierced.

Mo Qinghong hurriedly backed away, standing still in the white night, walking in a leisurely courtyard, as steady as Mount Tai.

"There are seven more tricks!"

Bai Ye said again.

The voice was flat, but to him it was like a needle.

Mo Qinghong's expression changed.

After only three moves, he took a sword, so embarrassed, wouldn't the remaining seven moves be terrible?

Bai Ye rushed over again, he actually put the sword back to his waist, and raised his fist to attack.

The sword has been retracted, and it is impossible to tell when he took the sword and where the sword will go, and his punch can not be underestimated.

At this moment, Mo Qinghong was completely lost.

Seeing the other person's eyes, Bai Ye knew in his heart that the victory or defeat was already divided, and the boxing front blasted unceremoniously.

But just between the electric light and flint, Mo Qinghong shot it open, terrifying soul power swept all over the place, the spear pierced the earth, and the Dragon Tiger Terrace was rumbling.

Bai Ye was forced to retreat and stood firm. He smiled softly: "Senior Brother Mo, didn't you say that I had ten tricks? This is only the fourth trick, so you can't keep your breath?"

"Shut up!" Mo Qinghong was furious and charged with a gun.

Like an angry lion.

"You gave me four strokes, in return, I also gave you four strokes!"

White night said indifferently.

"I want you to fall down!" The roar broke out, spears like a dragon, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.

Bai Ye held his hands behind, and Jinghong's footwork was transported again. He was like a tumbler, leaning back ninety degrees without falling, and the spear passed by.

"one move!"

"dead!"

Mo Qinghong held the gun and sank, and Bai Ye turned back and twisted.

boom!

The spear slammed into the ground and made a shot.

"Two tricks!"

"Bastard!" Mo Qinghong was about to be blown up with anger, and the spear in his hand became more and more violent.

But Bai Ye was slippery like a loach, flashing randomly in the chaotic gun shadow, but the leaves did not touch.

"Three strokes! Four strokes! Five strokes! Six strokes..."

After the gun rain passed, but Bai Ye was undamaged, he stepped aside and looked at Mo Qinghong lightly.

"Eighteen tricks!"

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(There is a chapter later, please help me to collect and promote, thank you~)

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