This is a main hall in the Tianhan Imperial Palace, gorgeous and abnormal, scattered with nine golden pillars, these golden pillars are wrapped in carefully modulated vermilion lacquer, each pillar is engraved with a whirling coil, lifelike golden dragon, extraordinarily magnificent. The ground paved with fine white jade shone with a warm luster, like wisps of smoke floating up, spiraling into the sky, like a hidden dragon out of the abyss.

On both sides of the main hall are two rows of sandalwood chairs, and the faint fragrance wafts away, like the fragrance of flowers on a woman who has just come out of the bath. There are no more chairs, no less, four on the left and four on the right, exactly eight, and there are people sitting on top of each one, and there are disciples next to them, who are the envoys of the Central Ancient Domain, who are sent to exterminate the remnants of the Evil Sect, and by the way, look for new disciples, and replenish fresh blood for their sect while fulfilling their promises.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the young martial artist that I Tianhan assisted this time, please see if there is a favorite candidate. The expression on Han Yetian's face was extremely respectful, and he didn't dare to put the emperor's shelf, Tianhan was only the Eight Rank Dynasty, and compared to the Central Ancient Domain, it was like a grasshopper and a big tree, and the strength of the two was not proportional.

Behind Han Yetian was a group of young men and girls, who stood up and saluted the envoys one by one, they were the juniors sent by the five major forces of Tianhan, and Wen Tian was also among them.

"I've seen the envoy!" everyone bent down in unison, clenched their fists, bowed their heads slightly, their eyes flashed with excitement, if they were valued by a certain envoy and were able to enter the Central Ancient Domain, it would be a matter of glory to their ancestors, and they would also get better development, the best of both worlds.

"No courtesy. The light voices of the envoys came, drinking the tea in the cup by themselves, and they didn't look at the so-called "young genius", if it weren't for the destruction of the evil cult, the major sects would never come to such a place where birds don't, what good seedlings can there be in the wilderness?

The smile of the cold night was fixed on his face, looking very embarrassed, although there was anger in his chest, he couldn't attack, so he had to forcibly suppress this anger and continue to put his hot face on his cold ass. Perhaps the envoys reacted that such an attitude did not seem to be too friendly, or perhaps they remembered the mission of the sect and began to slow down the expressions on their faces, and talked to the cold night sky without a match. The disciples behind him also got his "true inheritance", full of arrogance, nostrils facing the sky, and he didn't pay attention to them at all.

"Since the sect has an explanation, then let's take a look at it. A messenger put down his teacup, got up from his chair, and surveyed the crowd. Feeling the gaze of the envoy, everyone's chest was hot, expecting that they would be favored, but the envoy finally shook his head, and was about to open his mouth and stopped, pointing to a young man, and said, "You, would you like to come to my Holy Fire Temple?"

"Ahh

"Okay, you can take this token, and when you finish dealing with the matter here, you will return to the sect with me. The messenger threw out a dusty-looking token, sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

The young man held the token, as if he had a big treasure, his eyes lit up, he couldn't put it down, and then solemnly put it away, and his eyes swept around, afraid that someone would covet it. This action caused the disciples behind the messenger who gave him the token to snicker, their eyes full of disdain, this disdain was well hidden, but they couldn't escape the spiritual sense of the heavens.

The rest of the messengers hesitated for a long time, some stood up and picked up a few people, and some still sat in place, indifferent. Seeing this scene, although the cold night sky had already anticipated it, he couldn't help but feel disappointed in his heart, the Central Ancient Domain had always discriminated against people from the other four domains, always thinking that his identity was inherently superior, and his eyes were on the top of his head. That's it, that's it, wasn't there a few people who were chosen? It's better than nothing.

"Huh?" A soft sound attracted everyone's attention, and they saw a beautiful woman in white walking on the water, as if she was stepping on the water, and came to a woman's side in the blink of an eye.

"What's your name?"

"Leng Yihan. The woman who was asked replied, her cold voice was as cold as the Nine Heavens Xuan Bing, which matched her name very well.

This woman was the sword training woman Wen Tian met before, and she mistakenly thought that she was a disciple. Sensing Wentian's gaze, the woman turned her head away, the disgust in her eyes became thicker, and the misunderstanding deepened, Wentian sighed secretly, but she didn't care, she eliminated the evil cult, and when she got the Heavenly Netherworld Rakshasa, he would slap his ass and leave, and the two would not have any intersection.

"Leng Yihan, good name, then would you like to join my Qinghan Pavilion? Your name and the name of the sect both have a cold character, but they match well. The beautiful woman in white spoke softly, and a faint light flashed in her eyes, waiting for Leng Yihan's reply.

"Hehe, kid, I'm afraid she has taken a fancy to that little girl's Xuanhan spirit body, and her eyes are vicious. The little tree said.

"Xuanhan Spirit, what is that?" asked Wentian rhetorically, this was the first time he had heard the word from the mouth of a small tree.

"By the way, I haven't told you about the physique of the kid, so since I met it today, I'll talk about it, so that you won't be able to recognize it in the future. Xiao Shu paused slightly, sorted out his thoughts, and said: "A martial artist, if he wants to step into a higher realm, his own talent, cultivation resources, spiritual skills, etc. are indispensable, and his physique is a kind of his own talent. The world of martial artists is complicated, and all kinds of physiques emerge in endlessly, some of these physiques are suitable for fire attributes, some are suitable for ice attributes, and there are other strange ones, in short, innumerable. ”

"A martial artist with a special physique, no matter what he does, is always much faster than an ordinary martial artist, whether it is comprehension, spiritual power capacity, or tenacity of the meridians. In addition, different physiques have different talent source skills, which are skills that have been engraved in the bloodline of the body since birth, and the power is huge, and the spiritual power consumed is much less than that of martial arts. That little girl has the special physique of the Xuanhan Spirit Body, and she cultivates like a fish in water in the ice and snow, and has a strong grasp of ice attributes. ”

After listening to Xiao Shu's words, Wen Tian only felt that his eyes lit up, it turned out that there was such a magical existence in the martial arts world, and he was born with skills similar to martial arts, as if it was called Talent Source Skill?

Xiaoshu glanced at Wentian and spit out a word lightly: Yes, before Wentian was happy, the next words would knock Wentian into the abyss.

"Typical waste physique. ”

Wentian's face suddenly fell, and he felt very hurt.

"The juniors are willing, thank the seniors!" Leng Yihan's words were always concise and to the point.

"You can take this piece of Qinghan, and then go to Qinghan Pavilion with me to meet the pavilion master. The token that the beautiful woman in white handed over to Leng Yihan was not at all the same level as the token of the young man before, this token was snow-white all over, and the cold bloomed, causing the temperature in the entire main hall to plummet, but Leng Yihan's feeling at this time was completely different, and the token was warm.

"It's okay. Xiaoshu gave a pertinent evaluation and explained it to Wentian by the way. "The two poles are cold jade, cold on the surface and warm on the inside, so they are called the two poles, and wearing them on the body helps to speed up the circulation of spiritual power and improve the speed of cultivation. "Ask the sky speechlessly, this kind of good thing is actually used to make tokens, it's really extravagant, loser, think about it, this Qinghan Pavilion is also a big deal, could it be that the sects in the Central Ancient Region are all like this?

The other envoys were shocked by the beautiful woman in white, they knew that the Qinghan Pavilion was one level higher than them, how could they easily accept a woman from a barbarian land? Can't let go of the doubts in their hearts, they launched a spiritual sense scan, and a cold breath came, it turned out to be the Xuanhan spirit body? The original messenger was full of remorse, regretting that he didn't look carefully just now, and let Qinghan Pavilion get a big advantage, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was hesitating to take back the token, and he still gave up this plan for a moment, and it was not trivial to damage the reputation of the sect by going back on his word.

With the lessons of the past, each messenger was cautious next, scanning the spiritual sense to the maximum, not letting go of a detail, and found a few "Puyu", all of which were special physiques, they couldn't help but think, what happened to the barbarian land, a bunch of special physiques came out in one breath, and the heavens favored them?

The cold night was stunned by the sudden change, and I was overjoyed, God bless, God bless, God bless, I am hopeful that the cold weather will prosper.

"Overlord Spirit?!" the shouting emissary looked extremely rugged with a bearded face, his eyes staring straight at one of the people in the crowd.

"Boy, don't you come to my Bayan Tower!" the envoy's words were just like his style, and he acted resolutely.

"Junior!" the young man was overjoyed, and agreed to come down, and also got a fiery red token, which was extremely hot.

"Damn, the owner won't blame me for this, every time I ......" the messenger muttered, the words that came out were funny, and it seemed that he was usually a worry-free product.

Wentian felt as if the boy was looking at him, with a smile on his face, but the hostility in his eyes lingered. Hostility? When did I provoke this person? After a few breaths, I still didn't have the slightest clue, and just when Wentian was about to give up, a hateful face came to mind, Wang Wuming? These two people are a bit alike, and if you look at the young man, it is simply carved out of a mold.

Oh, the people of the Wang family, interesting. A sneer appeared at the corner of Wen Tian's mouth, it doesn't matter what kind of overlord spirit body you are or not, it's better to settle down, otherwise I don't mind letting you turn to ashes.

As Wentian expected, the young man was Wang Wuming's second brother Wang Wudao, the cultivation genius in Wang Wuji's mouth, seeing Wentian ignoring himself, Wang Wudao felt a burst of indignation in his heart, and asked Tiantian, let you jump for a few more days, and when I free my hand, I will definitely teach you to die without a place to be buried!