Supreme Martial Artist

He actually untied the red collar around his neck with his own hands.

"Congratulations, you can enter the Divine Sword Sect and become an official disciple!"

"From today on, you will move out of Jiaziyuan and enter the sect to practice. You will be treated like the sect disciples."

Li Shaoyong was too excited to say anything.

The majestic middle-aged man added: "If I remember correctly, your family is in South Vietnam, right?"

Li Shaoyong nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, it's a small family in Yecheng, South Vietnam."

South Vietnam has three thousand state-owned cities and nine provinces.

"Tomorrow I will ask the sect to write a letter of divorce and let your family serve as the governor of the province. It will be hereditary and will not be replaced!"

Li Shaoyong was stunned at first, then burst into tears of gratitude, and knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, Lord Commander! Thank you, Lord Commander!"

The middle-aged man continued: "If you serve the sect honestly, your family's status in the future will be immeasurable!"

"Even the leader of the South Vietnam Kingdom would not dare to do anything to your family!"

"But, if you dare to judge the sect."

He didn't say much, but everyone already understood what he meant.

Li Shaoyong quickly said: "Disciple will never dare!"

"That's good!"

The majestic middle-aged man turned around, faced everyone, and said calmly: "My name is Zhao Huixuan. I am the head of the Jiaziyuan and one of the elders of the sect."

"You guys, I don't care what you did before, what your status was, or how glorious you were."

"Now, these are gone. You are just the sword slaves of Jiaziyuan. I will treat you all equally!"

"Practice well and you will have a bright future."

"But if anyone breaks the rules of Jiaziyuan, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Everyone had already understood his methods at this time, and they were in a state of silence.

This time, these newly arrived sword slaves were given such a big show of power.

No one dared to have any evil thoughts, they were all taken to the fringe areas and settled down.

Each courtyard has dozens of main rooms and side rooms.

There are twenty sword slaves living there, but they live in a quite spacious place.

And soon, Ye Xinghe met Zhao Huixuan again.

He gave each new sword slave a pill.

This is the training resource of these sword slaves.

For three meals a day, each person has three liters of spiritual rice and ten kilograms of spiritual meat.

And every half month, there is a spiritual pill as a cultivation resource.

"This is a first-class elixir!"

Zhang Hongyuan looked excited next to him.

In the big world of Xuanhuang, after embarking on this immortal path, no mundane pills can be used.

Mortal elixirs, no matter how powerful they are and how high their level is, are still rubbish to them.

It may even cause damage to the body.

The elixirs on the Immortal Road are divided into four levels: spiritual elixir, true elixir, golden elixir, and elixir.

The immortal level is the highest and the spiritual level is the lowest.

Each level is divided into nine grades.

This small Yang-Returning Pill is just the lowest first-grade pill.

But for Zhang Hongyuan and the others, it was something they had never dreamed of having before.

Not long after Zhao Huixuan and others left, Ye Xinghe was preparing to practice.

With a 'bang' sound, the door to their courtyard was kicked open.

Several people walked in, all of whom were quite powerful.

Among them, Ye Xinghe vaguely felt a trace of the power of the divine seed from the leader.

This person has probably condensed the seed of divine appearance.

A new sword slave asked loudly: "Who are you and what are you doing here!"

Without saying a word, the leader slapped him in the face and knocked him away.

He shook his wrist and glanced at Ye Xinghe and others.

"You're new, right? Come on, hand over all your little Yang-Returning Pills!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a newcomer protested: "Why!"

Before he finished speaking, another big slap came over and knocked him away.

Yang Xingming sneered: "Why, just because I am stronger than you!"

"I have already condensed the seeds of the divine form, and the next step will be to condense the divine form. Are you looking for death?"

Everyone was suddenly as silent as a chill.

Although he was unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to take out the Small Returning Yang Pill.

Yang Xingming stepped forward to take them one by one.

When he arrived at Ye Xinghe's place, Ye Xinghe suddenly asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of being punished for committing such crimes in Jiaziyuan?"

Hearing what he said, Yang Xingming and others burst into laughter.

"This kid is still counting on the Lord in Charge to deliver justice to him!"

"How childish!"

They naturally thought that Ye Xinghe asked this question because he was afraid and wanted to seek help from the Headmaster.

Ye Xinghe said in surprise: "The head of the academy just now said that you cannot violate the rules here."

"Doesn't it mean that fighting in private is not against the rules?"

Yang Xingming stepped forward and laughed wildly: "Boy, do you think this Divine Sword Sect is a place that emphasizes kindness and humility?"

"Let me tell you, this is the cruelest place, a place where people can be eaten!"

"And the four months that the sword slaves gathered together were even more cruel to the extreme!"

"There is only one rule here, that is, the one with the biggest fist is the king, and the one with the biggest fight is the winner!"

Ye Xinghe suddenly realized: "Oh, that means it doesn't matter if we fight here or even kill him?"

"Of course it doesn't matter. I don't know how many people die every year in Jiaziyuan!"

Yang Xingming sneered and said: "As long as you are not stupid enough to be caught on the spot when the master of the courtyard inspects you."

"In this case."

Ye Xinghe breathed out: "Then I'll be relieved!"

"What's the meaning?"

Yang Xingming was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he saw a fist coming towards him.

The fist grew bigger and bigger before his eyes, and finally filled his sight.

Yang Xingming let out a strange cry and stretched out his hands to resist.

But how can we stop it!

Although Ye Xinghe has not yet condensed his divine form at this time, his divine aspect seed level is extremely high and extremely rare.

The strength has already surpassed them by a lot.

The fists and palms were put together, and there were two crisp sounds of 'click'.

Yang Xingming's palms were directly broken!

The wrist was broken at a strange angle, and the white bones were stabbed out with blood.

Then Ye Xinghe hit his head with this punch.

He was beaten so hard that blood flew out, and the whole person flew out.

Ye Xinghe stepped forward without stopping.

‘Boom, boom, boom’, he punched three more times in succession.

Yang Xingming was punched three more times in the air.

Now there is air coming in and no air coming out.

Then, Yang Xingming fell heavily to the ground, his body twitching.

Yang Xingming's followers all had frightened faces and asked repeatedly.

"You, you are so strong!"

"Senior Brother Yang is no match for you. In all these years, there has never been a new sword slave so powerful!"

"Boy, where did you come from?"

Ye Xinghe smiled slightly and walked forward.

He took a step forward, and these people took a step back.

It was obvious that he was extremely afraid of him.

Ye Xinghe tilted his head: "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

Several people looked at each other and swallowed. One of them said: "Of course I want to live!"