Supreme Martial Artist

The third floor is very large, but it seems very empty.

There are only a dozen shelves here, and there are only dozens of magical powers on display.

Ye Xinghe tested them one by one.

Soon he found the source of the abnormal movement of the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron.

In the corner of the third floor, there is a roll of ancient animal skin, which exudes the desolate meaning of ancient times.

It is covered with dust, and no one has touched it for many years.

Ye Xinghe picked up the animal skin, shook off the dust, and unfolded it.

There are five big characters written on it: Great Power to Divine Fist!

Ye Xinghe's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Is this the magical power that shocked the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron?

What is so magical about it?

Soon, Ye Xinghe found it.

There are only two or three hundred words on this animal skin.

But each word is a mysterious ancient legend.

Although he recognized it, it was obscure and difficult to understand.

He looked at it for a long time but still had no clue.

This magical power is probably very difficult to practice, and he probably needs to go back and study it carefully.

Ye Xinghe frowned, but he urgently needed to improve his strength.

"He actually chose this second-grade magical power!"

The old man clicked his tongue twice, very disapproving.

"This kid has some skills, but it's a pity that he is too ambitious and has a bad character!"

"The Great Power Fist he chose is certainly the most powerful magical power secret method here. After it is refined, it is amazingly powerful!"

"But the key is that it takes a long time to refine this thing!"

"I remember that when Senior Brother Liu entered and left the sect, the first magical power he practiced was this."

"It took three years of practice to break through the first level, and it took three to five years to refine the sixth level."

"This is because Senior Brother Liu has the best talent in our generation, and he has been refining for three to five years. I'm afraid this kid can't refine it even if he refines it for three hundred years. Can he still live to that time?"

In his opinion, it is better to choose a magical power of a lower grade but easier to practice.

In this way, it can be transformed into combat power as quickly as possible, and survive the most important bloody trial in the next round!

The old man in charge of guarding the Shentong Hall shook his head and yawned a little bored.

"Damn it, I must be sick to take this job. Isn't it better to meditate and practice?"

"I'm still thinking that I can pick up a few dusty treasures from it, peerless genius!"

Then he laughed at himself: "How can a real genius fall to become a sword slave!"

He was very disappointed in his heart.

So he was ready to quickly send away the sword slaves inside and finish his work and go back.

But at this moment, his body suddenly stiffened, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

The old man raised his head and looked in the direction of the third floor of the Shentong Hall.

"This, this momentum, this is the momentum of the first level of the Great Power Divine Fist!"

The old man is very familiar with this momentum!

Back then, he was beaten up by Senior Brother Liu with this magical power.

"How is it possible? Did that kid refine the first level?"

His figure flashed and disappeared directly. In an instant, he came to the third level and hid in the void.

Ye Xinghe naturally could not find his trace.

Then the old man saw that after Ye Xinghe punched.

In an instant, there was a phantom of a golden hill in the air.

The phantom was about three feet high. Although it was not big, it had a sense of towering.

It seemed that a mountain could suppress a world!

This golden hill hit the wall of the Shentong Hall fiercely.

With a 'boom', the whole Shentong Hall was shaken.

If it were not for the protection of a powerful formation, the Shentong Hall would have been penetrated!

"This, this is Mount Xumi, the first style of the Great Power Fist!"

"Sure enough, this kid has refined it, so fast!"

And what shocked the old man the most was that Ye Xinghe did not stop, and he was still breaking through at this time!

At this time, he saw that the Shentong Hall was completely able to withstand his attack.

Ye Xinghe no longer had any concerns, and continued to comprehend and practice.

He punched again and again.

At first, it was chaotic, but then it became more and more sophisticated, close to the core of martial arts, and gradually integrated.

Half an hour later, he practiced the second level of the Great Power Divine Fist!

And an hour later, Ye Xinghe suddenly exhaled and swung his fists forward.

The two fists blasted into the air, and in an instant, thousands of golden fists appeared.

Each of these golden fists was like a drop of golden water.

Gathered together, it formed a golden ocean.

Like the sea, magnificent.

The old man in white robes was hidden in the void, and he could hardly help but scream.

"This, this is the sign of the third level of the Great Power Fist of the Great Sea!"

"This kid, this kid, actually refined the third level within an hour, and refined the Great Power Fist to perfection, how is it possible!"

"Brother Liu practiced it for three to five years back then!"

Three to five years, one hour, three to five years, one hour.

These two numbers kept circling in the old man's mind.

It made people almost stupid!

He felt that his previous common sense seemed to be overturned!

When he came back to his senses, Ye Xinghe had already left the Divine Power Hall.

The old man was full of excitement at this time, and whispered: "Damn it, I came to the right place today, and I really met a peerless genius!"

"This kid Ye Xinghe is truly a genius. His talent is much better than that of Senior Brother Liu back then!"

"No, I must spread this news to others immediately, so that they can take some notice of this kid!"

"This kid is definitely worth cultivating, and his future is limitless!"

After that, the old man directly used his hand as a pen and wrote a few lines in the void.

The character is entirely golden and condenses in the void.

Then the old man in white robe stretched out his hand and flicked it.

These fonts turned into dozens of golden birds, fluttering and flapping their wings.

It just flew away without a trace.

Ye Xinghe left the Shentong Palace and walked quickly towards the Miscellaneous Yard.

Suddenly, he raised his brows slightly, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

He immediately turned around and took a small path.

This path is very remote and almost no one walks around it.

Soon, Ye Xinghe came to a dense forest. There was no one around, and then he stopped and said coldly: "Now that you are here, come out. Isn't it shameful to hide your head and show your tail?" Then a sneer came: "I didn't see it, you are a good-for-nothing with average strength. The perception is pretty good

Keen! "

Several people came from the front and back ends of the dense forest.

They formed a pincer attack, trapping Ye Xinghe.

It was none other than Fang Zesheng and the others.

Fang Zesheng looked at Ye Xinghe.

With his strength, it is natural that he cannot see the changes in Ye Xinghe's strength.

He only thought that Ye Xinghe had chosen martial arts and hadn't started practicing yet.

"Trash, hand over the magical power you chose!" "Oh, what if I don't hand it over?"