Then, he threw out the dagger and flew towards Ye Xinghe's neck!

A bright silver light gradually lit up above the dagger, which actually contained a very poison!

"A little trick!"

Ye Xinghe snorted coldly, suddenly raised his hand, activated the body of Wanjie Shenshen and instantly held two daggers.

The young man in blue robe raised his eyebrows and laughed proudly: "Little Bastard, there is my Silver Spirit Cold Poison God Genre on the dagger!"

"After touching, within three breaths, you will be severely poisoned and frozen into ice sculptures and crushed into residues on the ground!"

He raised three fingers and counted them one by one.

"Three, two, one!"

After three breaths, Ye Xinghe held his arms with both hands and laughed softly, without any sign of poisoning.

The smile on the young man in blue robe immediately turned into disbelief: "This is impossible!"

"You were killed by my Yinling Cold Poison, why are you not doing anything?"

Ye Xinghe smiled playfully: "Because, I have this!"

He raised his hand, activated the spirit fire, and rose from his fingertips.

On the three fingers are three spiritual fires of different colors.

Even if the flame is small and weak, it can emit an astonishing heat wave, making people feel scared!

Seeing this scene, the young man in blue robe softened his feet and staggered and exclaimed: "Three spiritual fires?"

"No, this is impossible. Why do you, a waste, have such a divine thing?"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Even the young man in white next to him was jealous and suddenly became murderous!

Seeing this, Ye Xinghe was not afraid, but instead sneered: "Want to kill me? You can try it!"

The two of them could no longer contain their murderous intent, and they took action at the same time and attacked Ye Xinghe!

Ye Xinghe's body was filled with divine energy and was quietly moving.

Just as I was about to take action, I heard a loud shout from behind me!

"presumptuous!"

The shouts were like thunder, and a bang!

Everyone felt their eardrums fluttered and their severe pain was unbearable.

The two men looked even more painful and were shocked by the shouts.

Ye Xinghe turned his head when he heard the sound and happened to see a woman in black dress coming in.

When everyone saw this woman, they bowed and bowed.

"Have you seen Elder Mo!"

Mo Qingxian walked to the center of several people and said in a cold voice: "Zhou Yuan, Zhou Mo."

"If you two dare to humiliate Suyi's disciples for no reason, they will be punished with murdering their fellow disciples, abolish their cultivation and expel them from the Shengyin Sect for the crime of killing their fellow disciples!"

"Did you understand?"

A chill air came out of the words.

The two of them shook suddenly, came to their senses, and nodded quickly to respond.

"I understand!"

Mo Qingxian glanced at the two of them coldly and ignored them.

She turned around, faced everyone, and whispered: "Register the Soul Tower Trial, start now!"

"You all come in with me!"

After saying that, she moved her lotus steps lightly and led everyone into the Tianxuan Hall.

The hall is empty and has little decoration.

But in the middle, there is a circular round platform, with several disciples responsible for recording standing in the middle.

In addition, Ye Xinghe frowned slightly and found that there was a strange place in the hall.

Opposite to the door, there was a strange stone with a knee height.

On the stone was placed a square, rusty hammer.

Just when he was confused, Mo Qingxian's voice sounded again.

"All disciples who participated in the Soul Tower Trial will sign up at the Round Platform."

Everyone rushed to the round platform and lined up to stand.

In addition to a group of simple disciples, there are more than a dozen formal disciples, all of whom are in the queue.

Ye Xinghe asked in confusion: "They are already formal disciples, why do you still have to sign up?"

Yang Tianlin explained to him: "Formal disciples also have the right to participate in the Soul Tower Trial."

"However, you can only participate once a year. If you can surpass your previous grades, you will be rewarded by the elders."

Ye Xinghe nodded suddenly.

Several people waited and chatted until after a stick of incense, it was finally Ye Xinghe's turn to sign up.

The disciple in charge of the record was wearing a brown robe, a cold face, and a sinister look.

He glanced up and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Are you Ye Xinghe?"

Ye Xinghe frowned and asked: "Do you know me?"

The young man in brown robe smiled coldly: "You hurt my disciples in the Blade Hall, and they beat the official disciples many times."

"According to the regulations of the Holy Sound Sect, you are not eligible to register for the Soul Tower Trial!"

"Don't get out of here!"

The quarrel here naturally attracted many disciples to watch.

"This man surnamed Ye, who just offended the Zhou brothers, actually got into Deacon Tang again!"

"Isn't it! Deacon Tang is Elder Yu's apprentice, and he is also the supervisor of Deacon of Bintang, and has a very high status!"

"If you provoke him, you will definitely be retaliated against Deacon Tang to death!"

Ye Xinghe was fearless and sneered: "If they hadn't taken the initiative first, how could they have ended today?"

"You still dare to argue!"

Deacon Tang shouted angrily: "Rules are rules!"

"As a simple disciple, no matter what the reason, if you injure a formal disciple more than three times, you must not become a formal disciple for your life!"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Xinghe's brows suddenly frowned!

The onlookers were full of sneering and ridiculed Ye Xinghe.

Ye Xinghe looked up at Elder Mo, and saw her sighing helplessly, nodding gently, and then he understood.

He can't break the rules today.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

Deacon Tang looked proud and looked at Ye Xinghe with a smile, and his smile was full of ridicule.

Ye Xinghe's eyes were filled with cold light and he thought to himself: "Even if he is always a disciple in plain clothes, that's fine."

"When I can achieve success in my cultivation, it will not be too late to kill Bai Yujin and join other sects."

When he thought of this, he let out a long sigh and turned around and left.

"Let's wait!"

Mo Qingxian suddenly spoke, trying to keep Ye Xinghe.

Ye Xinghe paused at his feet, turned around and asked, "What are Elder Mo's instructions?"

Mo Qingxian raised his hand and pointed at the hammer on the stone: "This hammer is a test left by the sect leader."

"If you can pick it up from the stone, you can make an exception to participate in the Soul Tower Trial."

Ye Xinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at the hammer with surprise.

There is nothing surprising about the hammer, it is rusty on it, like a piece of scrap iron.

Everyone was also looking up and down at the hammer and talking in a low voice.

"I heard that this hammer was once a top-level king-level artifact used by the sect leader."

"Later, the hammer was stained with decayed water and was completely decayed and could no longer be used."

"However, if you want to pick up this hammer, you will need at least fifty-day power. Can he lift it?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Ye Xinghe.

Seeing that he was thin, he shook his head and sighed, and he was convinced that he could not afford this hammer.

Deacon Tang was not moving for a long time and sneered and mocked: "Why, I'm afraid I can't pick it up, can I embarrass you in public?"

"Cowardly mouse, get out quickly and don't be upset here!"

Everyone burst into laughter and ridiculed Ye Xinghe.

There was no turbulence on the surface of Ye Xinghe. He walked slowly to the hammer and slowly held the hammer handle.

Suddenly, a strong thunder power surged in.

Follow the meridians in Ye Xinghe's arm and rush straight to the Dantian!
Chapter completed!