Chapter 7: A Thousand Thunder Palms

Seeing Chu Shaoyang's gaze fall on the martial arts, Ye Mei said, "This martial art has just been sent over, and it is going to be placed on the third layer." ”

"I heard that this martial art seems to have been obtained by the Great Elder by accident, it is called Thousand Thunder Palm, and it is a yellow-level superb martial art."

"It's a pity that it's incomplete, even if it is compared to the average yellow-level top-grade martial arts, it's slightly inferior."

"On the third floor? I wonder if I can borrow a disciple to learn it? ”

Hearing this, Chu Shaoyang asked tentatively.

To be honest, he was very tempted by the thousand thunder palms in front of him.

Although this martial art is incomplete, if you can learn one and a half moves, then the power will be several times that of the general mid-grade or high-grade yellow-level martial arts.

"You want to learn?"

Hearing this, Ye Mei was stunned.

The higher the level of martial arts, the more difficult it is to cultivate, and there are quite high requirements for the comprehension of martial artists.

So she didn't think that a named disciple like Chu Shaoyang could learn this superb martial art.

"This martial art has not yet been put into the Martial Arts Hall, just now you can be regarded as saving me from the siege, if you want to learn, I can be the master to borrow you to learn for a month, but after a month, you must return it."

"And you must remember, if you can't learn, don't force it."

After a slight groan, Ye Mei spoke.

"Well, thank you Elder, after a month, the disciple will definitely return."

With an excited face, he took the "Thousand Thunder Palm", and Chu Shaoyang took it into his arms.

After a slight pause, he looked at Ye Mei and said, "Elder Ye Mei, the disciple still wants to participate in the hunting competition, I don't know what conditions need to be met?" ”

"What, you're going to take part in a hunting tournament?"

Hearing this, Ye Mei was taken aback.

The other party's leapfrogging cultivation of martial arts has already made her not optimistic.

Now you still want to skip the level to participate in the hunting competition that only outer disciples can participate in?

It is not uncommon for a registered disciple to want to participate in the hunting competition, but in the history of the Yuntian Sect, there are very few people who have completed the conditions, and everyone is an extremely dazzling genius.

"This disciple, although you have the threefold cultivation of the Lingwu Realm, you must know that all the outer disciples who participate in the hunting competition, the lowest cultivation is the fourfold of the Lingwu Realm."

"Although the hunting competition prohibits killing, it does not prohibit the cultivation of wasters, and many of the participating disciples are full of anticipation, and those who lack arms and legs come back on their stomachs."

Ye Mei reminded with a serious face.

"Elder, the disciple still wants to participate."

However, Chu Shaoyang was unmoved.

If you don't participate in the hunting competition, you can't kill the spirit demon beast, and if you don't kill the spirit demon beast, where is the spirit demon beast essence blood alchemy.

Self-cultivation is ten times slower than the average person, and it is imperative to take pills!

"Okay, since you insist, I won't stop it."

Taking a deep breath, Ye Mei said lightly: "I won't mention the conditions or anything, as long as you can learn this "Thousand Thunder Palm" first form within a month, I will ask the Great Elder for instructions and give you a place to participate." ”

"Now you go back first, remember to come here in a month to return the martial arts."

In fact, she was not optimistic about Chu Shaoyang, she asked Chu Shaoyang to learn the first style of "Thousand Thunder Palms", just to let Chu Shaoyang retreat.

The Thousand Thunder Palm seemed to be only a yellow-level superlative, but she knew that even the Great Elder couldn't comprehend this martial art, let alone a registered disciple.

"Report to the elder, the disciple has nowhere to return."

But Chu Shaoyang did not leave immediately, but hugged her fists.

"Nowhere to go back? What do you mean by that? ”

Thin eyebrows raised, Ye Mei asked with a puzzled expression.

"Deacon Sun said that the disciple was a waste, and he has driven the disciple out of the residence of the named disciple."

Chu Shaoyang said truthfully.

He knew very well that now was a good opportunity to deal with Deacon Sun, and if he let it go, he was afraid that he would be exposed to the wilderness tonight.

Don't look at Ye Mei as just a management elder, but he is in charge of the affairs of the entire Yuntian Sect.

Because in the Cloud Heaven Sect, there is only one person in the management elder and the law enforcement elder.

"There is such a thing!"

Standing up in some surprise, Ye Mei's beautiful face instantly turned cold.

"Among the registered disciples, the Lingwu Realm Triple is considered to be the top, if the Lingwu Realm Triple is all waste, then isn't the one and the second tier not as good as waste?"

"Someone, call Deacon Sun to me."

Looking out of the door, Ye Mei shouted coldly, and at that moment, a disciple on duty turned around and left the Martial Arts Hall.

"This little goblin, at a young age, is even older than me."

However, seeing Ye Mei putting up an elder's shelf, Chu Shaoyang was stunned.

He couldn't have imagined that the other party was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his attitude towards talking and doing things was no worse than that of ordinary old guys.

Just thinking about it in my heart, I saw a thin old man, sweating profusely, walking into the Martial Arts Hall, it was Deacon Sun.

"Disciple Sun Long, meet the elder!"

Coming to the Martial Arts Hall, Deacon Sun bowed to Ye Mei.

When his gaze swept to Chu Shaoyang next to Ye Mei, he was slightly surprised.

"Deacon Sun, let me ask you, do you know this disciple?"

Looking at Deacon Sun, Ye Mei pointed at Chu Shaoyang and asked.

"Yes, of course I know, this person is a registered disciple under me, named Chu Shaoyang."

Hearing Ye Mei ask like this, Deacon Sun chuckled in his heart.

Looking at Chu Shaoyang with an angry look, he said in his heart that this freak must have angered the management elder and caused him to suffer.

However, Ye Mei's next sentence stunned him.

"Did you say that Chu Shaoyang was a waste? If the fifteen-year-old Lingwu Realm Triple is also a waste, then I would like to ask Deacon Sun, are you Gui Geng this year? What is the cultivation? ”

Ye Mei asked a series of questions, completely asking Deacon Sun.

But when he set his eyes on Chu Shaoyang again, he understood everything.

"Lingwu Realm Triple, how is it possible?"

When he saw Shaoyang's cultivation clearly, Deacon Sun's eyes were about to fall out.

You must know that when he saw Chu Shaoyang a few days ago, the other party still had no cultivation at all.

But it's only been a few days, and it's not even three days, right? The other party turned out to be triple in the Turin Martial Realm.

"I see that you are going back more and more as you live, and this time I think that you are a first-time offender, and I will not pursue it."

"Go and arrange a good room for Chu Shaoyang, if you make the same mistake next time, you don't have to stay in Yuntian Sect."

Deacon Sun was only a consul in charge of the registered disciples, and he did not have the status of an elder of the outer sect.

Therefore, if the managing elder wants him to get out, it is completely a matter of one sentence.

"Yes, yes, yes, the disciple knows."

In the martial arts world, he is based on strength, so although Deacon Sun's age is very different from Ye Mei, he still has to regard himself as a disciple.

"It's so tiring to put on the shelf of an elder all day long, if I had known that being an elder was so difficult, I should have become a disciple."

When Deacon Sun and Chu Shaoyang left, Ye Mei's old-fashioned momentum disappeared in an instant, and he sat on the chair with his butt in his hand, his beautiful face showing a trace of helplessness.

"If it weren't for the fact that I was going somewhere, I wouldn't have come to this small sect to suffer!"