Bai Chen stepped onto the high platform step by step, with some longing and some fantasies. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Once upon a time, he also had a dream of martial arts, but he had already been crushed by the bubble of life.

If you can go back in this world, it will not be in vain for this bizarre encounter.

The past cannot be traced, and the future cannot be waited, when on the earth, Bai Chen is a person who easily accepts the status quo and focuses on the present.

"It's the Bai family boy, just press your hand on the blood ink stone for a moment, don't panic. ”

Seeing that Xie Sheng had no intention of speaking, an old man who recognized Bai Chen opened his mouth to explain for him.

"Thank you, Grandpa. ”

Bai Chen pressed lightly on this so-called blood ink stone, and his palm seemed to be caught in a whirlpool, without any stone touch.

There was a suction, omnipresent, drawing from every corner of his palm, vaguely sensing something beating in his veins. But it's just a kick in the door, and the more you break out, you can't do it.

"Go down, don't look in the mirror, the innate bloodline is also something you can hope for?" The big man with a meaty face stood up from his seat, his tone was very impatient, and it seemed that he was going to drive Bai Chen off the stage directly, "End it early, so that the physical test is serious, don't waste time on this kid." ”

Bai Chen's heart swelled with a trace of unwillingness, after understanding, he also had some hope for the innate bloodline, and it was inevitable that he would think that he might be the lucky one in ten thousand. From then on, he was able to smoothly step out of the path of cultivation and become a powerful martial artist.

"It's not over yet!"

Bai Chen pressed his other hand on the Blood Ink Stone as hard, and he couldn't wait to rub his hands into the Blood Ink Stone when he saw the posture.

Not a delusion!

He clearly felt that the blood vessels were beating more and more intensely, and he could even hear a heavy and surging sound in his ears, like waves hitting a cliff, and the water splashing on the shore repeatedly.

"Get out, you want so many of us to accompany you!"

The big man with a big face had a nephew waiting for the test team under the stage, and seeing that Bai Chen not only did not step down under his own reprimand, but also made further moves, his heart was very angry. This kind of behavior made him feel that he had lost face greatly.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

A pair of fleshy palms with the size of a pu fan fan, before the palm arrived, a strong fan came to the surface, and the scraped dough was stinging, and the needles were pricked.

In this world, martial artists are respected, unless they are born weak and even have difficulty in exercising, they will more or less practice some martial arts. This big man with a face full of meat is born strong, and he has learned the horizontal practice method, and a pair of meat palms are like iron sheets, at least six or seven hundred catties of strength, otherwise he is not qualified to sit on this high platform.

If he is fanned, Bai Chen's body bones are very likely to be severely concussed and knock out a mouthful of teeth.

Bai Chen gritted his teeth, a ruthless color flashed in his eyes, and his feet were nailed to the ground motionless.

Hindering people's enlightenment, such as killing parents.

Although he hadn't really realized how important the bloodline test was to him, he knew very well that the next moment was very important to him. Even if the axe is added, he refuses to move a step.

"Brother Chen, get out of the way!"

Dong Cao Niang saw the actions of this fierce man, and jumped up in panic, and there were already crystal tears rolling in the little girl's big black eyes.

"It's you who is looking for death!" Xie Sheng, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, looking at Xie Sheng, who was fat and wide-hearted, and stood up, "Picking up talents and recruiting disciples is the most important thing in the sect, what are you, you dare to interrupt!"

After arriving in Qianshan Town, Xie Sheng has always been speaking softly, but at this moment he is angry, but he is loud and dignified.

Even if he is not so wishful among the inner disciples, at his age, if he is outside the twenty-four sects, his cultivation can be called outstanding and top-notch, which is quite good.

Raising his hand to grab it, a black ghost hand locked the limbs of the big man with a full face, and with a slight strangle, he couldn't move and threw it aside.

The six styles of ghost hands, the yellow level martial arts, can be practiced by the outer disciples of the Naihe Sect, and the practice is accompanied by the ghost spirit of the forest in the depths, and the yin wind howls and mourns, which can take people's consciousness. Don't look at it as just the lowest yellow-level martial arts, but most of the ordinary Jianghu martial artists are cultivating superficial martial arts that are not at all advanced, and the gap is unreasonable.

What's more, Xie Sheng has been immersed in this ghost hand six styles for several years, and he is proficient and proficient, which can a strong man in the countryside who has practiced kung fu with a few hands can resist.

"It must succeed! It must succeed! Blood Ink Stone, give a reaction!"

Xie stared at Bai Chen, his eyes didn't blink, how could he still have the lazy appearance of the wind and clouds before, and the nervous expectation of the people in the audience.

If it was an ordinary boy, he wouldn't bother to take care of it when he was ousted from the stage, but the young man in front of him actually triggered the movement of the blood ink stone, the blood veins vibrate, and the vision loomed.

What does this mean?

It means that this person's bloodline is powerful, and it is very likely that he is an innate bloodline martial artist!

Of course, it can't be compared with those who have visions when they touch the blood ink stone, and the pride of the sky who leaps and leaps, at most they look like eight-rank and ninth-grade bloodlines, but as long as they are innate bloodline martial artists, how can there be so many requirements.

At this time, Bai Chen was a Huanglong Pill in his eyes, and he didn't beat the big man with a cross-faced face half to death, it was already because he had other considerations in his heart.

For an inner disciple like Xie Sheng in the middle stage of qi induction, the Huanglong Pill is a treasure that cannot be sought, as long as one of them has a great chance of allowing him to break through the current bottleneck and take a big step forward.

Between the middle and late stages of qi induction, there is a difference of one and a half years of penance between Huanglongdan and not.

It doesn't seem like there's much difference, but in the golden cultivation period of the inner disciple age, this little time may affect the upper limit of cultivation in the next lifetime. One step behind, one step behind, the sect's cultivation resources are limited, of course, it is the priority to favor the outstanding.

Again, this inevitably leads to the phenomenon that the strong become stronger and the weak are confused.

"Up!"

Beads of sweat rolled down Bai Chen's forehead, and the hot blood veins surging all over his body were like headless flies, drilling around in his body, and everywhere he went, he was in pain. As if he had reached the limit of what his body could bear, he let out a loud cry, and his hands pressed on the blood ink stone seemed to have found an exit, and the blood poured in.

I saw that above the blood ink stone, there was a cloud of white smoke that quickly condensed, suddenly formed, and turned into a lifelike white elephant, and the skin texture was visible. Except for its large size, one pair of tusks is exceptionally narrow and long, and it is no different from ordinary elephants.

As soon as the white elephant appeared, everyone present smelled a strange fragrance, and flower petals fell around the elephant's body, causing a burst of amazement.

In just a flash, the white elephant dissipated, as if the scene just now was just a bubble illusion.

"Hey, the double-tusked white elephant, the worst of the nine bloodlines. The power of the bloodline is that the strength of the bloodline is increased by three percent compared to ordinary people, and there is no other supernatural power, it is really chicken!" Xie Sheng shook his head with some disappointment, it is not that there is no relative good in the bloodline of the Nine Grades, but the double-toothed white elephant is indeed a little worse, and it will not be of great help to cultivation in the future.

The most important thing is that although it is an innate bloodline martial artist, it also means that this person's bloodline has been finalized, but it has an advantage of being stimulated earlier than others.

In fact, if it weren't for the six-tusked white elephant and the four-tusked white elephant on the top, it would be doubtful whether the double-tusked white elephant would be truly recognized as the nine-grade bloodline.

But then, Xie Sheng changed a happy expression on his face and greeted him.

It doesn't matter what kind of bloodline he is, as long as his own Huanglong Pill is indispensable, even if it is a pure waste nine-rank innate bloodline such as a black rat and snow rabbit, the dignified Naihe Sect will not be stingy with a reward of a Huanglong Pill.

"Senior Brother Bai, congratulations, the innate bloodline has awakened. From this moment on, you will be a disciple of my Naihe Sect!"