Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng knew very well: An ordinary man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.

If others knew that he was carrying a valuable treasure, he would probably cause a big disaster. If nothing else, the inner sect would have no idea how many people would want to dig open his Dantian and take away the valuable treasure!

So he remained silent.

This made the disciples think that he acquiesced to Zhao Duanliu's words.

The disciples were once again shocked. No one expected that Chen Feng, who was extremely talented and powerful and ranked 19th on the rookie list, had such a huge hidden danger in his body!

The way many people looked at him changed.

Reverence and respect turned into pity, disdain, and contempt.

This kind of person is destined to have no future.

A trace of schadenfreude flashed in Yang Jingtian's eyes, and he thought to himself: "Trash, after all, he is still a trash."

Han Yu'er and several other disciples from the outer sect stood firmly beside Chen Feng.

They were full of confidence in Chen Feng and would not be shaken by Zhao Duanliu's few words.

Everyone left one after another, Zhao Duanliu also left, and for a while only Chen Feng and others were left.

Han Yu'er clenched her fists and said: "Junior brother, don't think too much. The chief instructor may not know what's going on with you! Besides, even if what he said is true, there is nothing we can do about it."

Chen Feng smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Later in the evening, Chen Feng went to the Neizong Martial Arts Pavilion.

The Neizong Martial Arts Pavilion is nestled among green trees, with cliffs behind it and cliffs all around, and the terrain is dangerous.

At the entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion, an old man in green robes was playing chess.

He is only one person. He plays chess with himself by placing a piece in his left hand and then a piece in his right hand. But he didn't show any impatience, instead he was attentive.

When Chen Feng arrived, he frowned and held a chess piece in his right hand, uncertain as to where he should put it.

Seeing this scene, Chen Feng stepped lightly, walked to his side, stood quietly, and looked down at the chess game.

He couldn't understand, but he was patient and didn't rush.

The sun shines down through the shade of the trees, leaving golden spots on the ground.

In the afternoon, the sunshine, green trees, old man, and chess game formed a peaceful and tranquil scene.

Of course, there is also the handsome young man next to him, dressed in white as snow.

Chen Feng waited for half an hour before the old man dropped the chess piece. Then he looked at the chess game and burst out laughing, very happy, as if he had solved some puzzle.

After laughing for a while, the old man raised his head and looked at Chen Feng. A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "You've been waiting for a long time, right?"

"Yes." Chen Feng said honestly.

The old man sighed: "There are not many young people as patient as you nowadays."

Chen Feng smiled and said: "This is what it should be."

"Juniors are here to receive rewards."

With that said, Chen Feng handed the jade talisman to the old man.

The old man took the jade talisman, took a look at it, and said with some surprise: "So you are Chen Feng? The leader of the top ten disciples of the outer sect?"

Chen Feng nodded and said, "Yes."

When the old man looked at him again, there was more intimacy in his eyes: "What a good thing, what a good thing! I am also from the outer sect. How prosperous is our outer sect before? Every year, only the disciples who are qualified to enter the inner sect , there are at least fifty people, which makes other courtyards unable to breathe."

Chen Feng was a little surprised when he heard this.

He smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, the current situation is completely opposite to that of the past. Now the disciples of our outer sect are overwhelmed by the people from other courtyards."

"Yes, this situation began to appear about thirty years ago. There are fewer and fewer outstanding disciples of the outer sect, and there are fewer and fewer potential disciples. Every year, the number of disciples qualified to enter the inner sect has increased from fifty It became thirty, then twenty, and now, only ten are left.”

A trace of worry flashed across the old man's eyebrows: "No one knows what happened."

He changed the topic and said: "I heard that the disciples of this inner sect are generally pretty good, especially you. You performed extremely well in the Zhushan Blessed Land Competition, killing two powerful men in the Shenmen Realm, and also awakened yourself. He obtained a yellow-level sixth-grade martial spirit. We old guys were very happy after hearing about it."

He patted Chen Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Practice well and give the outer sect a chance!"

Chen Feng straightened his back: "Young man must live up to the high expectations of your seniors!"

"Um."

The old man nodded: "You have made great contributions to the sect in the Blessed Land of Zhushan. With this jade talisman, you can enter the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion and choose four martial arts or martial arts. The time limit is half an hour."

Huang-level skills correspond to the warrior's Houtian realm and Shenmen realm.

Generally speaking, the martial arts and martial arts that can be accessed and practiced in the Houtian realm are basically at the first level to the fourth level of the yellow level. However, the exercises and martial arts of Huang level 4 and above can only be accessed in the Shenmen realm.

The Neizong Martial Arts Pavilion has five floors in total.

First-level martial arts skills, yellow level three to five.

Second floor, yellow level five to seven.

Third floor, yellow level seventh to ninth level.

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As for the fourth floor, it is mysterious and inexplicable. Very few people have been in it, and only a few people know what is inside!