Tang Yiyi, who practiced the "Secret Book of Spirit Python", naturally exuded a charming and mysterious temperament, which made people feel close and pleased but dared not approach it. She said disdainfully.
"What's so great about it? Isn't it just a martial artist? I'll give me two years and I can break through to the martial artist!"
Ding Jianbo also felt silent in his heart. Indeed, Tang Yiyi was the same age as Ye Shaohao, both of whom were sixteen years old!
Even if it takes her two more years, what's the big deal? The 18-year-old martial artist is a talented genius!
"Hey! I'm so old. Nowadays, a little girl is better than me. We all have the same talent!"
Ding Jianbo's self-esteem was hit again, thinking why are there so many genius madmen around me!
"By the way, I wonder if Ye Shaohao's own talent has returned?!"
Ding Jianbo suddenly woke up and quickly used a secret technique to peek at Ye Shaohao's talent, but it turned out to make him feel scared!
"The talent of ordinary people?! Isn't that the main road goods you can get on the streets just by grabbing them?" Ding Jianbo was stunned.
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The one who sent to pick up and drop off the trialists who passed the trial mission this time was Hu Bowen from the Seven Pavilion Masters.
On the third day of the trial mission, the surviving trialists also rushed out of the foggy forest one after another, all of whom were ragged and frightened.
The dozens of warriors who went in to participate in the trial mission finally came back alive!
Those disciples who died tragically during the trial eventually became the smoke of history. In such an era of power as kings, not many people would care about them.
"All the trialists who passed the trial returned! Return to the sect in half an hour!"
Hu Bowen used his skills, shouted loudly, and shouted everywhere!
In the distance, on a small hill, a man and a woman in purple stood on the hill, looking at Ye Shaohao in the middle like stars holding the moon.
The man was Lin Junzhi who was injured by a mysterious man disguised by Ye Shaohao. The secret injury caused by Ye Shaohao was still aching. He was covering his chest and coughing a few times.
The woman was Ruan Yanjuan, the daughter of the leader of Xuantian Sect, Ruan Hongxuan. She was looking at Ye Shaohao who was favored by many outside warriors with a complicated expression, and didn't know what she was thinking.
"I didn't expect that he was hiding so deeply. Did he pretend that the time we beat him a few months ago?!"
Lin Junzhi said, dragging his hoarse throat, and he was as dead as an old man in the serious injury.
At this moment, he looked at the crowd in the distance and felt a trembling fear. He actually had an enemy who was so scheming.
Ruan Yanjuan's purple clothes were hanging down like night, and ten green and slender fingers were placed beside her, like a beautiful woman with a splendid appearance.
She did not answer Lin Junzhi's words. In her mind, Lin Junzhi was just a tool for her to take revenge on Ye Shaohao.
"Ye Shaohao, are everything I did wrong? You have never cared about me?!"
Ruan Yanjuan's eyes suddenly felt a burst of resentment. She gritted her teeth and spit out a few words, like Devil's crying sounds that made Lin Junzhi beside her tremble, "I will make you worse than death!"
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Half an hour later, Ye Shaohao and the warriors outside the Mist Forest were teleported back to the master's sect by Hu Bowen!
After three days of trial, only more than ten of the trialists were alive!
Moreover, among these more than ten survivors, ten are warriors with higher cultivation levels in purple clothes. Most of the weaker warriors just used cannon fodder in the foggy forest.
Ye Shaohao's feet just touched the ground of Xuanyu Platform of Xuantian Sect, and the rumbling sound of Hu Bowen's announcement of the trial results was remembered in his ears.
"The top three places in this trial mission: Ye Shaohao! Ding Jianbai! Tang Yiyi! They were given the top-grade yellow-level black turtle armor, the middle-grade yellow-level thunder thorn armor, and the middle-grade yellow-level crazy snake whip!"
After a little pause, Hu Bowen continued, "The thirteen disciples who returned successfully this time all obtained a martial arts pill! The top ten were able to become inner disciples, and the focus was on training!"
Immediately afterwards, a passage suddenly appeared in Ye Shaohao's mind, which was Hu Bowen's secret message.
"Ye Shaohao, you have been the personal disciple of the Sect Master from now on. I will immediately thank your Master Guan Hongwen and wait for the summons of the Sect Master!"
Ye Shaohao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally stop facing Guan Hongwen, the immortal. He quickly left the bustling crowd and headed straight for Huawei Pavilion, where Guan Hongwen's residence!
Seeing the scenery beneath him retreating rapidly, Ye Shaohao felt that the martial artist's cultivation was indeed profound. Compared with the speed of the fourth level of the warrior realm before, it was not at the same level.
"Even a warrior in the early stage of the martial arts, he can challenge ten warriors at the ninth level of the warrior realm and be undefeated! As I stepped onto a martial arts master, I can be considered a warrior with some strength in the Xuanwu Continent!"
Ye Shaohao muttered to himself while galloping towards Huawei Pavilion.
Behind the martial arts, there are six realms: King Wu, Emperor Wu, Emperor Wu, Emperor Wu, Emperor Wu, Wu Zun, and Wu Saint.
Although his strength is still not worth mentioning in comparison, he can barely be considered a small character. After all, there are very few high-level warriors above the Wuzong period.
In front of me is Huawei Pavilion. The eaves are like birds spreading their wings, green tiles are the roof, and white stones are the walls. They are as quiet as a secret realm in the mountains, with a hint of ethereal aura.