Huang Fu was covered in a cold sweat, and two wisps of blood oozed from his eyes.

Only then did I realize what a terrible and stupid thing I had just done.

This martial soul is the god of the land!

In front of this incomparably powerful martial soul, his martial soul was as humble as an ant, and he could only kneel down at the foot of the king's steps, trembling.

The slightest carelessness, the slightest disrespect, the god-like martial soul can crush itself into mud, and it will not even say "sorry" left.

Everything has finally subsided.

The deacons and the dozen or so mentors who arrived afterwards looked enviously at the vanishing entrance of the cave and muttered to themselves:

"Could it be that our dean, who rarely shows up, happened to pass by here? He is a powerhouse of the Eight Realms. ”

"It's possible, today is the entrance ceremony for new students, and although the dean disdained to patronize it in previous years, this year he wanted to come and see it on a whim, or it was possible, by the way, to secretly test the potential of the geniuses. ”

The deacon turned around and asked, "How are the boys?"

Goatee and several mentors were beaming: "Deacon, the injury is not enough to worry about, not to the viscera." ”

"Fortunately, fortunately. The deacon patted his chest and walked to the center of the stage, "Ladies and gentlemen, there have been some small changes, which is also a test of your skills. Now, we're on track with our plan......"

His gaze swept across the audience, and he was suddenly stunned.

Qin Tian had already walked back to his original place.

Why didn't he have anything at all?

The deacon instinctively turned his head, glanced at the mentor behind him, and secretly wondered, the closest to Qin Tian just now was the goatee mentor who was in charge of recording, could it be that he protected Qin Tian in time?

It's possible.

A mentor bowed down and asked, "Deacon, although the students are not injured, but the loss of qi and blood is serious, is the next anti-interference test postponed?"

The deacon hesitated: "Then rest for an hour, how much qi and blood can recover." On the other side of the main hall, it is already ready, and the instructors must not be allowed to wait for a long time. ”

"Yes!"

The mentor led the large army towards the entrance of the cave.

Qin Tian suddenly realized something, jumped up and down, and came to the goatee tutor who was in charge of recording the results of the students in the small country:

"Tutor, what is my final grade?"

The goatee didn't reply: "Do you still need to ask? ”

"Mentor, I wasn't ready for the first time, and the results should be based on the second time. ”

Goatee sneered: "How many are you going to count the second time?"

"Uh......" Qin Tian was stunned.

Yes, the second jade exploded directly, how many are it?

I'll rub it, don't bring it with such a play, a soul light, and the horse is a lower grade, this is going to be passed on to the ancient Han Kingdom, do I want someone in Qin to have this face?

Wenxiu can't explain it anymore, so many girls give me gifts adoringly, and I take a low-grade martial soul to meet them?

He ran a few steps with a shy face: "Mentor, mentor, that ...... Count it as the top grade of the ten realms, what I saw, the pillar of light rushed to the ten realms first, and then it couldn't stop it, and it blew up the jade. I'm a little less calculating, a little more modest, even if it's ten top-grade, how about it?"

"Are you worthy?"

The goatee tutor snorted coldly and strode away.

Huang Fu happened to pass by the two of them, turned around when he heard the words, and made a grimace at Qin Tian: "Are you worthy?"

The fart people of a small country actually asked the mentor for ten high-grade soul lights, side by side with me Huang Fu, it really makes people laugh off their big teeth!

......

Teaching Building of Northwest Martial Arts Academy.

The deacon stood nervously in the executive vice president's office: "Vice President Liu, what I said is true, it is true, the martial soul jade is indeed exploded after a student named Qin Tian sat on it. ”

Vice Dean Liu slowly turned around: "You still say that this student only has one martial spirit?"

"It's still inferior, a fighter in the garbage. Cold sweat broke out on the deacon's forehead.

Vice Dean Liu's eyes were also confused: "I have been promoted from the first realm to the eighth realm high level, and it has taken me thirty years, and I have never met a martial artist in the first realm, and I have only been measured with a martial soul." The jade was still exploding above his head? ”

"Yes, yes, yes. The deacon whispered, "Is the dean still healing the Great Elder in the apse?"

Vice President Liu nodded slightly.

Deacon: "Is there any salvation?"

Vice President Liu sighed lightly: "There are only a few wisps of remnant soul left, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive half a month." ”

The deacon also sighed: "The next time I enter the Heavenly Grotto, I'm afraid it will be the turn of the second elder, I hope this old man will have a great life." ”

Vice President Liu drafted a letter and raised his hand.

A crane floated up, grabbed the envelope, flapped its wings, and disappeared.

......

An hour later.

Measure the mountainside opposite the Wuhun Cave.

The students were all sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hall.

Several mentors accompanied an old man in a gray shirt to the high platform, and the old man slowly swept over everyone.

Qin Tian felt a moment in his heart.

The old man's eyes seemed hollow, but an invisible coercion almost threw him on the spot.

The other students were also staggering, and those who had not fully recovered their qi and blood even fell directly to the ground, gushing blood from their mouths.

The gray-shirted old man opened his mouth in a flat voice: "This level tests the martial artist's ability to resist pressure, please try your best to use your qi and blood to eliminate any interference from the outside world." ”

His voice was like a loud bang, and the hall was full of "buzzing" sounds, which made the eardrums of everyone in the hall buzz, and their minds were blank.

The old man sat cross-legged on the stage, his eyes lowered: "If you can't bear the scriptures I read, please don't resist desperately, everything will go naturally." If you can't bear it, you can immediately wait outside the hall, and if you can't get up, you can also raise your hand and ask the instructor to help. ”

The old man took out a string of Buddhist beads from his sleeve and turned it gently, and the scriptures flowed out of his mouth:

"The Buddha told Subodhi: All Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should subdue their minds in this way!

oviparous, viviparous, wet, metaplasia;

If it is colored, if it is colorless;

If there is thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, I will let it enter the nirvana and extinguish it.

If it is the destruction of immeasurable and countless boundless sentient beings, there are no sentient beings who have attained extinction.

Why? Subodhi!

If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of the long-lived, he is not a bodhisattva. ”

The seemingly plain third grade of the "Diamond Sutra" came out of his mouth, but every word was like the sound of a golden bell jar, blasting into the minds of all the students in the main hall.

When Qin Tian felt the first one to enter his body, he immediately found that his attack power was by no means weaker than the palm power of the second realm of the martial artist, and his internal force was continuous, and it suddenly drilled towards the limbs and hundreds of marrows.

In the meridians, he suddenly sensed a solemn Buddha, exuding boundless golden light to the surroundings.

These golden rays of light are endless attack power.

When it hits the bones, it is numb, and it feels paralyzed.

He instinctively mobilized all his qi and blood to resist the invasion of Buddha sound.

Gradually, someone in the hall shook, and the incessant chanting of the gray-robed old man became stronger and stronger, so strong that it made people distracted and their blood floated.

If you want to block out all the scriptures outside your body, you can't do it with the strength of a martial artist's realm, and these scriptures will not be hindered when they reach the edge of your body, breaking through all martial sound defenses and driving straight in.

After dozens of breaths, one of the students snorted "hmm", pulled out his feet and ran towards the outside of the hall.

If he continued to listen forcibly, he was afraid that his qi and blood would collapse directly in his body, and perhaps, his meridians would also be directly shattered.

The gray-robed old man didn't even lift his eyelids, and continued his scripture.

Several mentors shook their heads: "This class of freshmen, it's really not good." ”