"Junior brother, okay, I'm pretty good at picking up girls." Suddenly, the dark-faced inner doorman came over and laughed strangely. He stayed with Ye Ming for most of the night, and he had already seen that Ye Ming deliberately gave in to Su Lan.
Ye Ming grinned: "Brother, thank you." Then he looked at the sky and said, "I'm about to starve to death. Brother, please give me a favor. Let's go eat Xiaozao?"
Although they didn't say a word to each other, Ye Ming could tell that although the senior brother named Chen Xing had a bit of a venomous mouth, he was still quite nice. They have been holding on until now, and the other party is still waiting patiently. This alone is worth his friendship. Furthermore, as a disciple of the inner sect, this person has far more knowledge than the outer sect. It would be beneficial to have more interactions with him.
Chen Xing rubbed his nose. He was really hungry, and immediately said: "Okay. But Xiaozao's consumption is very high, won't you feel bad?"
The so-called Xiaozao is a restaurant in Chiyangmen that specializes in monster meat. It tastes good, but the price is also high. Generally, only the top fifty disciples from the outer sect have the confidence to eat a few meals. Moreover, restaurants have an advantage, that is, they can pay on credit, and they can contribute points to pay off the debt within a year.
Ye Ming said: "It is my honor to invite senior brother to dinner, and I will never feel bad."
Chen Xing smiled "hehe": "Okay, I'll give you face."
After a while, the two arrived at the restaurant. The restaurant also has no name. There is only a sign hanging outside with the word "Restaurant" written on it. The restaurant is usually bustling with activity, but at this moment it's still dark and there's not a single customer inside. Fortunately, this restaurant is open all day. As soon as Ye Ming and Chen Xing appeared, the waiter came forward to greet them warmly.
"Two senior brothers, what do you want to eat?" The waiter, wearing a greasy Tsing Yi, smilingly handed over the menu. He was a handyman disciple.
Chen Xing took the menu and politely announced the names of the three dishes: "Spicy and Sour Pork Knuckle, Braised Blast Rabbit, Stir-fried Pork Kidney." Then he handed the menu to Ye Ming.
Ye Ming took it and took a look, what a guy! The cheapest dishes above are worth ten contribution points, and the expensive ones are worth hundreds of contribution points. The three dishes Chen Xing ordered were worth eighty-five contribution points. But now that he was here, he was not afraid of spending money, so he ordered another dish of steamed ice fish and a bottle of wine, which made up four dishes.
The restaurant was very efficient, and within a few seconds, the hot monster dishes were served. Ye Ming drank some wine, raised his glass and said, "Thank you for your hard work today. I'd like to toast to my senior brother."
Chen Xing grinned: "Junior brother, you are generous, let's go!"
Both of them were hungry, and the next four dishes were quickly finished. The monster meat was indeed extraordinary. After eating it for a few chopsticks, Ye Ming felt waves of warm current flowing out of his stomach and intestines and entering his limbs. He has a feeling that if he insists on eating monster meat every day, his physique will become stronger and stronger.
In the meantime, Chen Xing told Ye Ming a lot about the situation of Chiyang Gate. For example, there are several masters among the outer sect disciples, the personality characteristics of the masters on the inner sect list, who are the elite disciples, etc. When he heard that Ye Ming was going to challenge Zhou Kuang, who was tenth on the outer sect list, in a month, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said: "Junior brother, although your approach is a bit arrogant, I am optimistic about you. Do you know that you Just broke Chiyangmen’s 100-year Zamabu training record.”
Ye Ming was stunned: "Did I break the record?"
"Of course. And it can definitely be ranked in the top ten in the history of Chiyang Clan since its establishment. If you hadn't deliberately let that girl, I'm afraid it would have surpassed the number one in history, and even attracted the attention of the top management of Chiyang Clan." Then he said with profound meaning, "But it doesn't matter. The wind will destroy the trees that are beautiful in the forest. Keeping a low profile is sometimes not a bad thing."
Ye Ming rubbed his nose and thought to himself that the Foundation-Building Divine Pill was really no small matter. The tenacity and repairing power in the nine-fold divine light actually made him one of the top ten in history in terms of Zamabu training! In addition to the nine levels of divine light outside the Foundation-Building Divine Pill, which deal with the six realms of warriors respectively, the remaining three levels of divine light are changing his body every moment. These three powers are: The power of explosion, the power of resilience, and the power of repair.
"Junior brother, senior brother, I am very optimistic about you. If anything happens in the future, just come to the inner gate and find me." Chen Xing patted his chest and said, "Although I am not in the top fifty on the inner list, I am still ranked around eighty. Most people It’s still a bit thin noodles.”
Ye Ming smiled and said: "Thank you for taking care of me, senior brother."
After finishing the meal, it was already dark. Ye Ming didn't have any contribution points yet, so he took the credit and paid it back when he had more contribution points.
"Go back and take a rest. Today's training at noon is very important. You have to perform well. If I guess correctly, the inner sect elders will be there in person." Chen Xing reminded, "If your performance is good enough, you might be able to Get their attention."
"What are you training at noon?" Ye Ming was curious.
"Extreme training." Chen Xing said, "Squeeze a person's physical fitness and energy to test his qualifications."
"Qualification test? Why isn't this done before entry?" Ye Ming was puzzled. After all, it’s better to check before getting started. Those with good qualifications will stay, while those with poor qualifications will not be allowed to enter Chiyang Gate.
Chen Xing shook his head: "Junior brother, you don't know something. Extreme training consumes a lot of resources and energy. Every year, so many people want to join the Chiyang Clan, do they have to test everyone? The cost is too high, even the Chiyang Clan I can't bear it. Besides, the elders of the outer sect have very sharp eyesight. After a few glances, they can roughly judge whether a person has the qualifications to join the Chiyang Sect."
"In fact, in those stronger sects, the method of judging qualifications is simpler. Directly purchasing the high-value 'Martial Arts Spirit Tablet' can test a person's qualifications in an instant, which is convenient and time-saving. It's a pity that the Martial Arts Spirit Tablet It’s too expensive, and with our Chiyang Clan’s financial strength, we simply can’t afford it.”
Ye Ming nodded: "Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance. I understand."
After breaking up with Chen Xing, Ye Ming returned to his residence. He did not rest, but continued practicing Shunpo. In a month, he will challenge Zhou Kuang, who is ranked tenth on the outer sect list. How dare he slack off
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Ye Ming turned into a phantom, flashing back and forth in the small room, causing small whirlwinds. He had been practicing the first step of Shunpo, once, twice, and three times. When he performed it for the twelfth time in a row, he felt as if his blood vessels were about to burst and his heart beat like a war drum.
"There will be extreme training at noon. If I can break through now, I will definitely achieve better results." Ye Ming thought of this, gritted his teeth and took another step.
However, he overestimated himself. With this step, the powerful blood energy burst all the capillaries in his body in an instant. His eyes instantly turned blood red, and his skin was covered with purple, and the slightest touch stung like needles.
With a groan, he quickly stopped practicing and lay on the bed to recover. Bei Ming immediately used his repair power to repair him, and the pain quickly disappeared.
"Sigh, it seems that it will be difficult to break through the first step." He murmured, "But no matter what, I will practice the first step of Shunpo to Xiaocheng, and only Xiaocheng's martial arts, Only then can you show your true power in battle.”
After recovering from his injuries, he started practicing Qi again. The third-level meridians are very fine, similar to capillaries in blood vessels, and communicate with every muscle fiber and every ligament precisely. But this kind of meticulous movement of vitality is unique to Shen Tong Jing Tu.
Before he knew it, noon was coming. Ye Ming had completely recovered and felt light and healthy, so he came to the training ground again.
After a while, the new people had gathered. The newcomers all saw that five middle-aged men with very strong aura appeared in front. The inner disciples who participated in the training were respectful and polite to them. One of the middle-aged men, with a square forehead and a round face, and a complexion as red as fire, was one of the three people who appeared in front of the corpses of Ye Zhenjiang and others. He said to the other four: "I don't know how this year's newcomers are doing. It's a once-in-a-decade dive." The rankings will be held in about two years. There are not too many outstanding disciples in the Chiyang Sect at present. If no more geniuses emerge within two years, our Chiyang Sect may be completely wiped out again."
Another middle-aged man with fair skin and fine eyes frowned slightly, stroking his beard and said: "It's really frustrating to think about it. Every time the Qianlong Ranking is held, our Chiyang Sect invests a lot, but every time we can't even make the top ten. It’s difficult to enter, and all the rewards have been divided up by powerful sects from other countries. I think we should just stop participating, as we can’t continue to suffer losses.”
The red-faced middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No! In that case, our Chiyang Clan will probably decline because of this. You know, the Qianlong List is a quota given by the True Dragon Holy Land. Dozens of countries around here will appear together. The event can only be held with the help of money, and elites from all over the world will gather together to select the real geniuses. The first place on the Hidden Dragon List will have the opportunity to enter the True Dragon Holy Land to practice. And the remaining top twenty will also receive huge rewards. "
In fact, the three of them nodded and disagreed with the slender-eyed middle-aged man's point of view. One of the youngest elders said: "The True Dragon Holy Land is the most powerful among the nine Holy Lands. It is held in many places. The Hidden Dragon Ranking collects talents from all over the world. Moreover, the top twenty people on the Hidden Dragon Ranking can also go to the True Dragon Holy Land to participate in the Proud Dragon Ranking held every fifteen years. By joining the Hidden Dragon Ranking, one can at most become an outer disciple of the Holy Land. If you can enter the top ten of the Proud Dragon Ranking, you can basically become an inner disciple of the True Dragon Holy Land."
"Yes, once a certain sect is listed on the list, not only will its influence be greatly enhanced, but it will also have a relationship with the True Dragon Holy Land." The red-faced middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, "So, we can't give up no matter what. Must try!”
At this moment, Ye Ming was standing in the front row, quietly looking at several middle-aged people. Chen Xing was still leading the team today, and he introduced him in a low voice: "These five people are the inner sect elders. The red-faced one is called Fu Biao, and the narrow-eyed one is called Ma Tai. They are the two most powerful among the five inner sect elders. , all are fourth-level martial arts masters, and they have understood a kind of boxing intention!"
Ye Ming's heart was shocked. Above the martial disciples, there are warriors, and above the warriors, there are martial arts masters. There are ten levels of martial disciples, nine levels of warriors, and eight levels of martial arts masters. The opponent is a fourth-level martial artist who has understood the meaning of the fist! What a powerful existence that must be