Four side dishes and a pot of wine, the three of them laughed and drank and talked. After drinking for three rounds, Mingtai mentioned the previous battle and said: "Brother Ye, you are the most powerful martial arts master I have ever seen. Those people are not your enemies at all. You are worthy of being the outsider of Chiyang Sect. Disciple, awesome!"
Ye Ming said: "It's not that I am strong, but that those people are weak."
Mingzhu said: "Brother Ye, you are too modest. Which of those water bandits is not a ruthless person who licks the blood with his knife? You can kill one of them with one move, which shows that your strength is very scary at the same level. I have a hunch that in your future He will definitely become an inner disciple of the Chiyang Sect, or even an elite disciple."
Zhang Jun smiled and shook his head: "Elite disciple? That's too far away."
Mingtai said: "In my opinion, Chiyang Sect may not be able to retain Brother Ye. After all, it is only a ninth-grade sect. In our Yan country, there are seventh-grade sects."
"Oh, seventh-grade sect?" Ye Ming was startled. He has always regarded joining the Chiyang Sect as his goal. Judging from the current situation, joining the seventh-grade sect is not a bad idea!
Mingtai immediately said: "The seventh-grade sect of the Yan State is called the Sheyang Sect. There is a super strong man at the Wuzong level in the sect. Even the leader of the Yan State must be polite to him."
"Wuzong?" Ye Ming's heart moved.
Mingzhu put forward a different view at this time, she said: "Although the seventh-grade sect is powerful, how much better than the ninth-grade sect? Yan country is only a small country after all. If Brother Ye is really capable, the ninth-grade sect and the ninth-grade sect There is not much difference between the seventh-grade sects. Your attention should be on the first-grade sects, or even the Ten Thousand Years Great Sect."
Ye Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly. As the saying goes, a sect that lasts for thousands of years has a religion that lasts for thousands of years. A big religion often has a history of tens of thousands of years and has a deep accumulation. All the surrounding big countries will surrender to it. It's a pity that such a power is simply beyond his imagination.
When Mingtai heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Little sister, your idea is too naive."
Mingzhu also laughed: "I just said casually, Brother Ye should have his own ideas."
Ye Ming quite agreed with the first half of Mingzhu's words. It made no difference to him whether he was a ninth-grade sect or a seventh-grade sect. Besides, if he can really make a difference in the ninth-grade sect, he will also have the opportunity to reach higher levels.
Bei Ming interjected at this time: "With the teaching of the Divine Treasure Clothes, there is no difference between the master joining the Chiyang Sect and the Sheyang Sect. They are two different things."
Not long after, the ship arrived at its destination. The Ming brothers and sisters asked him to stay temporarily for a few days, but he declined and continued on to Chiyangmen. When he came out of the port, he rented a carriage and wanted to drive some distance before dark.
The man driving the car was taciturn, and Ye Ming was not a talkative person either, so he just meditated and practiced Qi in the car. With Bei Ming's help, as long as he concentrates for a moment, the vitality in his body will circulate on its own and open up the remaining third-level meridians. The third-level meridians are connected to tiny human tissues. Once all are opened, his life potential can be greatly stimulated.
When it got dark, he and the coachman found a hotel to stay, spent the night without talking, and continued their journey early the next morning. The carriage was moving at a leisurely pace, and in the afternoon, it arrived at the mountain gate of Chiyang Gate.
Chiyang Gate is built on Chiyang Mountain. Chiyang Mountain has a radius of 300 miles, beautiful scenery and outstanding people. It is a geomantic treasure place.
In front of the mountain gate of Chiyang Gate, a tall gate tower stands, with the four characters "Chiyang Mountain Gate" written on it. The two gatekeepers were leaning lazily on the doorpost, chewing melon seeds out of boredom. When they saw Ye Ming appear, they didn't even raise their eyelids.
Ye Minggong raised his hand and said: "I have met the two senior brothers. I am the outer disciple who came to report." Then he showed the bronze token.
A gatekeeper disciple on the left glanced at it lightly and muttered: "Another straw bag is here."
Ye Ming frowned slightly, wondering how this person could talk
The sect disciple on the right put the melon seeds into his pocket, took Ye Ming's token and checked it, nodded and said, "Go in, first report to the registration office in the outer courtyard."
"Then, senior brother, where is the outer courtyard?" Ye Ming asked. He came to Chiyangmen for the first time and didn't know anything about it, so he naturally wanted to ask for more information.
The disciple immediately said impatiently: "Don't you have a long mouth? After entering the door, just ask anyone."
Aren't you human? Ye Ming secretly cursed, but he didn't say anything more and strode into the mountain gate.
"Hmph, outer disciples like this who are exempted from the examination are often very stupid, no worse than idiots." The disciple on the left said contemptuously.
"Although the qualifications of these exempted outer sects are not very good, they have the support of large or small forces behind them. Seriously speaking, they are no worse than the serious outer sects like us." The disciple on the right sighed, "The growth of a warrior , which one is not made with resources? For people like us, no matter how good our qualifications are, once the resources cannot keep up, our achievements may not be much better than theirs."
After entering the mountain gate, Ye Ming saw pavilions and attics along the way, which were beautiful. Various flowers and plants are planted even on the roadside. After walking not far, he saw a young man, thirteen or fourteen years old, sitting in the pavilion in front of him, looking forward to it. Ye Ming saw him, and he also saw Ye Ming. The latter immediately jumped out of the pavilion and walked quickly.
Before Ye Ming could speak, the young man asked: "Senior brother, are you new here?"
Ye Ming nodded: "Yes, I am the new outer disciple."
"What's your surname, senior brother?" the other party asked again.
Ye Ming felt strange, thinking who are you and why are you asking so many questions? But he still said the last name. When the other party heard that his surname was Ye, he smiled and said, "It turns out to be Senior Brother Ye. Senior Brother, please come with me. I will take you to the outer courtyard to register."
Just when he was about to doze off, someone gave him a pillow. Ye Ming couldn't help laughing and said, "Thank you."
The two walked side by side, and the young man said: "Brother Ma Fei, I am honored to receive Senior Brother Ye."
Ye Ming still had questions in his mind: "How did you know I was here to report?"
Ma Fei said: "It's like this. I am a handyman disciple, and I often do some errands for the outer disciples. A few days ago, a group of senior fellow apprentices named Ye, Lin, Zhu and Niu joined forces to make I will keep watch here. Once I see new people coming to register, I will ask them if they belong to the above groups. If so, I will lead the new people to the registration office."
Ye Ming immediately understood that after so many years of accumulation, there were not many Ye family members staying in Chiyang Sect, and one of the inner disciples seemed to be Ye Zhenjiang. As for the outer disciples, there were even more, there seemed to be about ten. This Ma Fei was probably sent by those outer disciples of the Ye family.
"How will they react when they find out about my situation?" Ye Ming thought to himself. For the people in the Chiyang Sect, no one has ever met him, and he doesn't have much sense of belonging.
Ma Fei led the way and walked for a long time. Gradually, Ye Ming felt that something was wrong. The road Ma Fei took became more and more remote, and there was a barren mountain in front of him, with no buildings at all. Didn't he say he wanted to go to the outer courtyard? There must be a building in the outer courtyard, right
So he suddenly stopped, stared at Ma Fei warily, and asked in a deep voice: "Where do you want to take me?"
Ma Fei also turned around, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a cold look, and said: "It seems you are not stupid enough yet."
As soon as the words fell, five people appeared from all directions. One of them, a horse-faced young man, stood up, stared at Ye Ming and asked, "Are you Ye Ming?"
"It's me. Who are you?" Ye Ming asked calmly.
"Hmph! Listen up, little beast, I am Ye Zhenjiang from the Ye family, and my grandfather is Ye Wanming!" Ye Zhenjiang said in a cold voice, "If you kill my grandfather, I will make your life worse than death today!"
"Just you?" Ye Ming smiled contemptuously, "Who do you think you are?"
"court death!"
Ye Zhenjiang was furious, raised his hand and hit Ye Ming, a force covering several meters in radius. But Ye Ming swayed away and secretly held a Wujun coin in his hand. The opponent was a samurai, and he was definitely not someone he could contend with. If he encounters danger, he doesn't mind spending a Wujun coin to kill the opponent!
Ye Zhenjiang was surprised when one blow failed. He was a warrior. Although he was at the ninth level, he could easily kill a warrior below the eighth level in an instant. How did this kid avoid it
Surprised, he immediately stared at Ye Ming again and said in a dark voice: "Qinggong is not bad. Unfortunately, it's useless. Today, you are dead! Even the King of Heaven can't save you!"
Ye Ming slowly took a few steps back and said coldly: "Ye Zhenjiang, don't force me."
"Forcing you? Hehe!" Ye Zhenjiang showed a cruel and cruel expression on his face, "I will not only force you, I will also let you taste what it means to be unable to survive or die!"
As soon as the words fell, six people, including Ma Fei, formed a fan shape and surrounded Ye Ming, as if they were afraid that he would escape.
Ye Ming narrowed his eyes. Since the other party had to kill him, there was no need to hold back! He secretly channeled a ray of vitality into the martial coin. However, after transporting it for a long time, there was no response from Wubi, so he could only transport it with all his strength. It wasn't until nearly three-quarters of the energy in his body was consumed that the martial coin erupted with an extremely bright brilliance, so powerful that he couldn't hold it at all. Feeling that this thing was very dangerous, he quickly threw it towards Ye Zhenjiang.
I saw a bright brilliance radiating out in a fan shape, covering six people at once.
Referring to Ji Tianpeng's memory, after the Wu Jun Coin is played, its power is equivalent to a strike from the mid-level Wu Zong. Even the leader of Chiyang couldn't take the blow from Wu Zong, let alone Ye Zhenjiang.
The light was so dazzling that Ye Ming didn't see clearly what happened, and only heard six shrill screams. When the light disappeared, he saw six corpses that were not humanoid. The skin was all exploded, the flesh was rotten and the muscles were broken, and the bones were turned into ashes. They were just a ball of rotten flesh.
Bei Ming said: "Master, it takes a lot of energy to activate the Wujun Coin with vitality. And it can only exert a few tenths of the power of the Wujun Coin, which is roughly equivalent to a normal attack of a first-level martial artist. If you want to use Wujun Coin, The full power of the coin requires at least the cultivation of a great martial artist."
Ye Ming felt nauseated when he saw it, and said: "A few tenths of it is so powerful? The power of Wujun Coin is too abnormal! And this ghost thing consumes too much vitality and can only be used once in a short time." After speaking, he covered it. He closed his mouth, turned around and left.
Not long after Ye Ming left, three rainbow lights fell to the ground. One of them was a middle-aged man with a square forehead and round face, and his skin was as red as fire. Looking at the corpses on the ground, his eyebrows knitted together and said: "I feel the martial arts vitality." The fluctuations in the situation were caused by Lord Wu? No, how could Lord Wu come to our Chiyang Clan and kill several Chiyang Clan disciples out of boredom?"