Soul Emperor Martial God

"It's very simple." The middle-aged man took out a huge stone and placed it on the ground.

Stone, black all over, half human tall.

A heavy breath came.

Obviously the stone is not as simple as the surface, but rather solid and heavy.

But just now, the middle-aged man held this stone with great ease.

Of course, for the Heavenly Origin Realm, this is nothing.

But the problem is that Xiao Yi clearly sees that the middle-aged man didn't use half of his energy just now.

Just rely on physical strength to lift the stone as light as possible.

"Could it be..." Xiao Yi frowned, and an affirmative thought emerged in his mind.

At this time, the middle-aged man said, "You only need to punch this rock with all your strength."

"You must not use infuriating energy." The middle-aged man added.

"Don't use true energy?" Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

"What?" The middle-aged man suddenly frowned, "Boy, don't you know that the Asura Palace only accepts martial arts practitioners?"

"Sure enough." Xiao Yi said inwardly, but there was no change in the expression on his face.

tread…

Xiao Yi took a step forward and punched the stone heavily.

Bang... a loud noise.

The stone does not move at all, and there is no damage to the surface.

Instead, a pothole was blasted out of the ground.

"It's a hard rock." Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

This stone seemed ordinary, but Xiao Yi guessed that it could definitely withstand a full blow from above the Heavenly Origin Realm.

On the side of the middle-aged man, his eyes lit up and his face was obviously happy.

"Dongxuan's nine-fold physical power...no, boy, your physical skills seem to be extremely strong."

"Dong Xuan's nine levels, unexpectedly exerted the power of breaking Xuan Xuan."

The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Yi, his expression full of appreciation.

He knew that under the normal cultivation level, the difference between the first layer of Po Xuan and the first layer of Dong Xuan was simply the difference between a spike and a spike.

For those who cultivate martial arts, the gap is even greater.

"Are there any other tests?" Xiao Yi asked.

"Haha." The middle-aged man smiled heartily and patted Xiao Yi on the shoulder.

"There are no other tests. The test of my Asura Palace is not as fancy as other temples. Strength means strength."

"Yeah, this is a good seed with thick and strong shoulders and a strong body."

"Heh." Xiao Yi gave the middle-aged man a glance.

"It's done, this is the end of the test." The middle-aged man said, "You can barely be regarded as a fifth-level Shura warrior."

"Sura Warrior?" Xiao Yi was puzzled, but didn't ask much.

He came to the Asura Hall, just intending to check some information.

"Boy, what's your name?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Xiao Yi." Xiao Yi said lightly.

"Xiao Yi?" The middle-aged man thought for a while, "Oh, I remember, the young man who shined at the Qingfeng Pharmacist Banquet last night is also called Xiao Yi."

"It's here." Xiao Yi didn't intend to be more polite with the middle-aged, and asked directly, "Deacon Iron, I don't know what authority the kid has in the Asura Hall now?"

"I want to check some intelligence files."

"Oh? A trivial matter." The middle-aged humane said, "Boy, you fit my eyes. Take my token later and go to the file room to read the information."

"But only this time."

"Deacon Xie Tie." Xiao Yi arched his hands.

Saying goodbye to Deacon Tie, Xiao Yi followed the woman at the reception to the file room.

On the way, the woman said, "Asura Hall Qingfeng City Branch Hall has not been joined by new warriors for several years."

"Oh?" Xiao Yi was stunned when he remembered what Deacon Iron had just said.

No matter how close the eyes are, it's simply that no one has participated in the test in the Asura Hall for several years.

Not long after, the two came to the file room.

The woman gave a token and a set of blood-colored clothes to Xiao Yi.

"Young Master Xiao Yi, this is the token and costume of the Shura Hall."

"By the way, son Xiao Yi is the son of some big families who ran out for experience?"

"Why did you say this?" Xiao Yi asked.

A trace of crimson flashed across the woman's face, and she said, "Because Young Master Xiao Yi is very handsome, not like an ordinary person at all."

After all, the woman handed a book in her hand to Xiao Yi's hand, turned around with a shy expression on her face, and walked away quickly.

"Um." Xiao Yi was taken aback.

Xiao Yi shook his head, holding the token given by Iron Deacon just now, and entered the file room.

Deacon Iron, is the person in charge of this branch hall, and also the chief deacon.

His token is enough to read more than 90% of the files in the hall.

In the file room, huge bookshelves are filled with file books.

It's no different from the file room in the Hunting Demon Palace before.

There are restrictions on the bookshelf, and if you don’t have permission, you can’t open it at all.

Of course, this is only the branch hall of Qingfeng City, and the dossier room inside it will not be too strong.

If Xiao Yi recovers his strength, he can break these restrictions with a single punch.

Nowadays, the strength is greatly reduced, only with the token of Iron Deacon.

The token's light flashed, Xiao Yi took down the files and quickly watched them.

A few minutes later, when he finished reading a dossier, his face was already full of surprise.

Half an hour later, the files were put down.

The color of surprise on Xiao Yi's face became stronger and stronger every time, and it never faded.

"This is Zhongyu."

Xiao Yi originally planned to learn about the situation in Zhongyu.

Learn what normal people know.

But now that he had sufficient authority, he naturally kept watching.

He began to check the situation of the ancient eight halls.

Another file was checked, and Xiao Yi's face was already full of horror.

"Wonderful, here in the Middle Region, it is much more exciting than the East Region."

The excitement that belonged to the ancient times has been preserved in Zhongyu.

This is a truly boundless, dangerous and wonderful world.

Xiao Yi's eyes showed a strong look of expectation.

Of course, it's not that he knows the secrets of the ancient eight palaces, but that he probably knows what's going on.

Put away the distracting thoughts.

Not long after, he began to read the intelligence of some sect forces.

After a full hour, he stopped reading, frowning tightly.

He wanted to see if there was any news about Holy Moon Sect.

But he was obviously disappointed, and there was no news about Saint Yuezong.

Even the name of Holy Moon Sect is not even recorded.

Xiao Yi shook his head and stopped reading.

Here, after all, it is only the branch hall of Qingfeng City, and the file information is very limited.

For the entire Middle Region, even Fengxu Kingdom is just a drop in the ocean.

If he wants to get more information and know more secrets, he can only go to other stronger branch halls, and even the main hall of the Asura Palace.

He can only go out of the wider world.

At his speed, about two hours, he had already checked some information he wanted to know in the file room.

Putting down the last file, Xiao Yi turned and left the file room.

Returning to the previous room, returning the token to Deacon Iron, Xiao Yi left the Asura Hall.

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