This time, the big man didn't dare to say a threatening word again.

He was terrified of this strange boy with an unconventional beauty.

He had a feeling that if he said another irrational word, the boy would kill him.

Although he is better than dead now, when it comes to death, no one is not afraid.

It's better to die than to live!

Bai Heming's evil aura was slightly released, and his eyes glanced at the faces of all the martial artists in the hall.

More than half of the warriors didn't dare to look directly at him, and the warriors who had eye contact with him almost lost their minds.

The corner of Bai Heming's mouth smiled slightly, a little disobedient on that demonic face.

He decided that he didn't have to waste time here, and that he would rather find a guide and ask.

Lifting his steps and turning around, the white crane left the hall after a while.

After Bai Heming left, the warriors here all breathed a sigh of relief, what kind of look was that.

And that evil breath......

If you haven't walked through the sea of corpses and blood, you can't cultivate that kind of evil qi.

This young man is by no means as simple as it seems, and he has wasted a mystery, just like drinking tea and drinking water.

They swore that they would never have a conflict with the boy again!

Such an outstanding talent is either a disciple of the outer sect, or he has come to join Luo Ming Palace.

No matter which one Bai Heming belonged to, it was not something they could easily provoke.

At the same time, there were already a few martial artists in this hall, looking at the deposed Shi Kaixiu, their eyes flickering, revealing cold murderous eyes.

On the second floor of the hall, there were three brocade-clothed young men, who looked at the back of Bai Heming leaving, thoughtfully.

"Tang Shao, is that guy recovering, or just solve it casually!"

"Let's solve it, such a person joining Luo Ming Palace will be our strong competitor. ”

The young man in front of several teenagers didn't look back, but just said in a low voice, "You guys look at it, our Tang family has never lacked geniuses!"

This young man's background is the Tang family of the four major cultivator families of Luo Ming Palace, he is the first genius of the Tang family, he was born with a brain domain full of 10k, but he did not enjoy the illumination of the ancestral weapon, but cultivated the martial arts and raised the martial arts to the level of Tongxuan.

Thirteen years old this year, he will also enter the land where the ancestral artifact shines in a month and enter the realm of transformation patterns.

Generally, geniuses who have been ten in the brain domain since childhood will not choose to cultivate martial arts, but immediately enjoy the illumination of ancestral weapons and enter the realm of transformation patterns.

In this way, they can hopefully enter the mimetic realm before the age of sixteen.

In this way, the road will be easy to walk in the future, and this Tang Shao has wanted to be a war tattoo master since he was a child.

The premise of a war paint master is that he is under the age of sixteen and has a good martial arts.

Generally, there will not be a genius born with a brain domain of 10k or more, who will waste his advantages and waste time cultivating martial arts.

And this Tang rarely has a firm will, he dares, he wants to become the most powerful martial pattern cultivator.

And among the martial pattern cultivators, the War Pattern Master is the strongest!

Huangtian lived up to his wishes, he actually mastered martial arts at the age of thirteen, and it only took seven years.

Even so, he must step into at least seven stages of brain marrow in the next three years!

Otherwise, he will also lose the position of heir to the Tang family. But he is confident that the martial artists have stepped into the realm of transformation patterns, and their will is very firm, so carving the transformation of martial arts patterns will be easier than anyone else!

With this advantage, his strength will enter a rapid period.

"Understood, Tang Shao!" The eyes of the two teenagers showed a cold killing intent.

Bai Heming is already stronger than the two of them, as long as they have a Tang Shao on their heads, there is no need for another one to suppress them.

Among the disciples of the outer sect of Luo Ming Palace this year, only the two of them were granted privileges.

The white crane is so powerful, it must be that the brain domain is already full of 10, and although they are through the mysteries, their brain domain is not yet full of 10.

......

Bai Heming casually found a few guides, spent some money, and knew some of the rules for Luo Ming Palace to join the outer gate.

Luo Ming Palace recruits outer disciples three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

As long as the martial arts are proficient, the brain domain is full of 10k, or under the age of sixteen, the strength is clear, and the brain domain is above 7k, you can join Luo Ming Palace and become an outer disciple.

There is no need to ask where you come from, as long as you join, because of the ancestral weapon, as long as you step into the Transformation Realm, they are not afraid that you will be a spy or defect to Luo Ming Palace.

However, the mortality rate of the outer disciples of Luo Ming Palace is very high, and the outer disciples will not be punished for killing each other.

It can be said that those who can get the light of the ancestral weapon are all killed from the outer gate.

Bai Heming was surprised in his heart, this world was really different, it was full of killing, and the sect was no exception.

Registration is 7 a.m. every day!

After getting the news, Bai Heming found a hotel, asked for a house, meditated cross-legged, and restored the demonic energy consumed by maintaining ordinary humans today.

After recovering, Bai Heming simply recovered his true body, and his three-meter-high body lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

In a dream.

Bai Heming opened his eyes, and in front of him was a large area of blood-colored mist, and the figure of the faceless man really appeared.

It's really a thief's heart......

Bai Heming knew that he had been pulled into a dream by the Facelings.

However, he didn't panic, his real body was more terrifying than a ghost, how could he be afraid.

Although he can't move in the Faceling's controlled dreams, in reality, his true body can't function as he wants.

Therefore, this time when he entered the dream, he did it intentionally, just because his real body was branded with the external fighting skills of automatic counterattack.

The corners of his mouth smiled, and Bai Heming closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

An eerie laugh came from the blood mist, and the Faceling, with the sound of breaking wind, rushed out of the blood mist, and did not stop to watch, and pounced directly on the white crane.

This time she took matters into her own hands to ensure that nothing went wrong, and the last time she let those unjust souls do it, it was her carelessness that caused Bai Heming to wake up badly.

"Ah, what the hell is this!"

The Facelings were bleeding through the mist, and suddenly a behemoth came into her eyes, making her tremble in horror.

She'd never seen a monster like this!

For a moment, she thought a lot.

This monster must have inadvertently entered the dream realm of that ordinary human and ate the white crane song.

It just so happened that she came looking for the dream seed and pulled the monster into the dream.

She looked at this monster, her eyes were closed, she should be sleeping, she didn't dare to be careless, she quickly returned and flew into the blood mist, wrapped in the blood mist to break the dream, and disappeared in an instant.

In the inn, Bai Heming's face was strange, and he couldn't laugh or cry, he deliberately closed his eyes with great effort, and attracted the faceling to attack at close range, so that the real body could automatically counterattack.

But the Faceling was so unbearable that he was scared away......

His biggest worry for a long time was that he was frightened by his true appearance.

Shaking his head slightly, Bai Heming really slept this time!

After falling asleep, two teenagers climbed in through the window, rushed straight to the bed, and stabbed with their long swords!

"No one?"

The two teenagers gathered their eyes and looked at the bed, which was empty and empty, except for the quilt.

"Fiano, are you misremembering!"

"No, this little thing, how could I be wrong, Shang Ying, let's look in the room separately!"

"Good!"

The man named Shang Ying carried a long sword, and in the night, walked to the opposite side of the bed.

Before he could walk for a while, he seemed to be grabbed by a large hand, and a suffocation hit him, causing him to panic.

"Ah, Feno save me!"

Between the life and death crisis, Shang Ying shouted with difficulty, and then he felt as if he had been bitten by something.

Click, this was the last sound he heard in this world, and then it was gone.

Hearing the voice, Na Feinuo quickly dodged and arrived at the place where Shang Ying screamed and shouted.

The scene in front of him made his face change greatly, his body trembled, and his brain went blank.