1111: C1111 He Had to Solve the Problem of the Sect

C1111 He Had to Solve the Problem of the Sect

"Looks like I'll have to use the latest sword light." Ye Bufan thought to himself and found that Hsing Wudao was already sitting on the ground.

In a battle between Sense Stage warriors, it was a complete divine soul battle. Because the thought had yet to fuse with the body, if one wanted to use the special characteristic of the divine sense, the divine soul had to leave the body and fight directly with the divine soul.

This was the type of battle that required the divine soul to leave the body. This way of fighting was actually very dangerous. One was that even if the soul reached the peak of the Sun Traveling Stage, it would still be very dangerous. If you stay under the sun for a long time, you'll still suffer some damage. Two, a direct collision between souls can easily hurt the foundation. In particular, once one encountered an opponent whose divine sense countered one another, it was extremely easy to be seriously injured by one blow.

And after reaching the Shape Changing Stage, due to the integration of his thoughts and body, thus, all sorts of methods could be used to attach a part of his thoughts to his body for actual combat. Even releasing a part of his thoughts as a weapon wouldn't be a problem.

In any case, thoughts could be regenerated. As long as the foundation of the divine soul was still there, it wouldn't die.

And the way to exit the body to battle was to directly affect the divine soul, which was why it was easier to get injured.

Of course, when it reached the Transcendence Realm, it was another situation. For the time being, it was not something that Ye Bufan needed to consider.

It was precisely because he could sense the characteristics of a cultivator's battle that when he saw a cultivator fighting, he would usually sit down on either side of the battlefield, then use his divine soul to leave the aperture and directly attack the other party's divine soul.

Obviously, this was Hsing Wudao's plan. Therefore, when he heard that the battle had begun, he sat cross-legged on the ground and prepared to use his divine soul to deal with Ye Bufan.

Swoosh.

Hsing Wudao's divine soul exited his body. A vague shadow that looked similar to him flew up from his body and hovered in midair.

Ye Bufan immediately felt a burning sensation in Hsing Wudao's divine soul. He immediately understood that Hsing Wudao's divine sense must have something to do with flames.

Hsing Wudao was a little stunned. His divine soul had left his body, but he found that Ye Bufan was still standing there calmly. Not to mention the divine soul leaving his body, he didn't even have the intention of sitting down.

Due to his divine soul's condition, he couldn't even speak. He couldn't even question Ye Bufan. If it wasn't for the fact that his divine soul couldn't turn red, he was afraid that his other face would have already turned red.

After Ye Bufan saw Hsing Wudao's divine soul, not only did he not leave his body to fight, he even crossed his arms and stood there arrogantly.

When he looked at Hsing Wudao's divine soul from head to toe, Hsing Wudao was at a loss. He suddenly pointed his finger at Hsing Wudao's divine soul and said, "Hsing Wudao, you have already lost."

"A shrimp? I have already lost? How did I lose? " Hsing Wudao was confused. They hadn't even started fighting yet, how could they lose?

Unfortunately, because his divine soul couldn't speak, he couldn't even respond.

Hsing Wudao, who had been holding it in, began to consider whether he should return to his body and ask about the matter first.

At this moment, Ye Bufan suddenly moved.

He kicked the ground with both of his feet, and his body dashed out with a swoosh, rushing towards Hsing Wudao who was sitting on the ground.

"Damn, what are you doing?" Hsing Wudao's divine soul cried out in alarm, but he didn't make any sound.

It was already too late for Hsing Wudao to return to his body.

There was only a distance of 200 meters between Ye Bufan and him. With two leaps, Ye Bufan arrived in front of him. He punched his face, causing blood to flow out of his nose. Hsing Wudao's body rolled on the ground a few times before lying dead on the ground.

A body without a divine soul naturally didn't have any ability to resist, and was sent flying by Ye Bufan with just a punch. Ye Bufan, who sent Hsing Wudao flying with one punch, did not stop. Instead, he rushed forward once again. He started punching and kicking at a body that wasn't controlled by a divine soul. What monkey stealing peaches? Black Tiger He dug his heart, and his ears were ringing. All of them shouted at him.

In the end, it even used a large stride with its back, and directly threw Hsing Wudao's body onto the barrier.

Snap, slither...

Hsing Wudao's body was like a piece of meat paste on the barrier and slowly slid down.

"You... How can you be like this!" Hsing Wudao's divine soul roared wildly, but he still couldn't make a sound.

He also wanted to save his own body, but his divine soul didn't have any effect on Ye Bufan. Even if he were to violently ram into Ye Bufan, he would only be able to pass through his body, and wouldn't be able to cause any harm to him.

Looking at how shamelessly Ye Bufan tortured his body, Hsing Wudao couldn't bear it any longer. He wanted to complain and fight back, but it was obviously impossible for him to do so under the condition of his divine soul. Therefore, he could only choose to return to his body.

Thus, Hsing Wudao's divine soul crashed into his body and returned to his body.

He opened his eyes and was about to scold Ye Bufan for disobeying the rules, but he immediately felt a tide-like pain in his heart. What else could he say? He opened his mouth and could only scream.

Ye Bufan did not go forward to attack again. He crossed his arms and stood at the side. He laughed and said, "How is it? I said you lost!"

Hao Zizai, who was outside the shield, was dumbfounded. His eyes were round and his mouth was wide open. A few of his long white beard had been ripped off.

He did not expect that the battle between the two of them would be like this!

"I... I refuse to accept this..."

Hsing Wudao felt pain all over his body. It was difficult for him to speak, but he still insisted on saying the word don't accept it. Of course, after saying the word, he was also covered in sweat. It was so painful that he almost fainted.

"If you don't accept it, then hit me again!" Ye Bufan smiled very slyly.

"You... you..." Hsing Wudao rolled his eyes and finally fainted. As for whether it was caused by serious injuries or anger, only he knew.

Hsing Wudao said he was not convinced, but Hao Zizai was convinced. It was not because he was subdued by Ye Bufan's fighting ability, but because he felt that it was very impressive for a person to be shameless to such an extent. No one could stop gangsters who knew martial arts. He could not not be unconvinced.

Just as Hao Zizai was immersed in his admiration for Ye Bufan, Ye Bufan called out to him, "Hey, old man, did I pass?"

"Yes, of course!" Hao Zizai thought for a moment and said.

After removing the protective shield, Hao Zizai walked over and patted Ye Bufan's shoulder. He said in a strange tone, "Not bad, kid. You have a bright future..."

"Thank you, senior." Ye Bufan said happily.

"Ai, in the future, you will have to work hard in front of the Sect Master." Hao Zizai suddenly winked and whispered to Ye Bufan.

"Ah?" Ye Bufan remembered that the examiner for the third round was the Sect Master and the elders. He had beaten Hsing Wudao up in a despicable way just now, but he didn't know what they would think.

It seemed like he had overdone it just now.

Ye Bufan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His face was flushed red. He was too excited to fight Hsing Wudao. In the end, he had forgotten that this round of the competition would be watched by all the higher ups of Heart Sword Sect. His performance just now had been too much of a coincidence. If he was deemed to have no future when it came to trickery, then his life in Heart Sword Sect would be very difficult.

It seemed like he had made a mistake.

Ye Bufan thought in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled and asked Hao Zizai, "Senior Hao, since I have passed the third test, does that mean I am now a disciple of the Heart Sword Sect?"

Hao Zizai smiled meaningfully and said, "Well, it depends on the Sect Master and the elders. You just wait and see."

"Ah? You still have to wait." Ye Bufan sat down to the side in disappointment.

However, what Ye Bufan didn't know was that in a palace in the back mountain of Heart Sword Sect, the elders in the sect were quarreling with each other.

"This kid absolutely can't be accepted into the sect. He really has no moral integrity. What if he does something like deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors in the future?"

"Nonsense, this is called not changing the situation? I think this kid is smart enough, he'll definitely be able to walk even further on the path of cultivation!"

"Stop joking, as long as you're smart in cultivation? He is a little smart, but his mind is not firm. How can he walk a long path on the path of cultivation and contribute to the Heart Sword Sect? "

The elders were divided into two groups. One group thought that Ye Bufan was a petty person, and only a little smart person didn't have great wisdom. It wasn't worth taking him into the sect, and they wanted him to become a disciple of the Heart Sword Sect.

The other group thought that the current environment did not require an honest disciple, but a disciple who was smart and flexible. Only this kind of disciple who did not follow common sense could solve the problem of the sect.

The two sides had the same number of people, and they could not argue with each other. They could only look at the Sect Leader, Lu Wentong.

Lu Wentong stroked his beard and could not make up his mind. He looked at Huang Qiying, who had not expressed his opinion, and asked, "Elder Huang, what do you think?"2

The Hall of Combat had always had an important position in the Heart Sword Sect. Now that the environment had changed, the position of the Hall of Combat would become higher and higher. Therefore, all the elders turned to look at Huang Qiying.

Huang Qiying smiled and leisurely took a sip of tea. Then, he said firmly, "He is just a disciple. Why do you attach so much importance to him? There are hundreds of inner circle disciples in our Heart Sword Sect, and there are more than ten thousand outer circle disciples. One more isn't a problem, one less is a lot. Is he cunning or smart? Just look at him. What's there to argue about?"

The elders and the sect head were stunned for a moment and then they understood. Yes, what was there to discuss about that? Who cares if he's a good seedling or not, or if he won't achieve anything? He just needed to develop his own income. If he can develop it, I'll focus on nurturing him. If he disappears, then I'll let him do as he pleases. If he did anything that was not appropriate, then he would naturally be punished by the sect rules. Why would he need to discuss it here?

"As expected of the Hall Lord of the Hall of War. It really points straight to the heart of the matter." An elder praised.

Sect Master Lu Wentong also laughed and relaxed his brows, "That's right. Let's do as Elder Huang says and let him develop freely. If anyone is interested, just pay attention. If not, then forget it. Gold will always shine."

After this intense debate, the elders came to this conclusion. Whether Ye Bufan was good or bad could not be seen at the moment, so they let him enter the sect according to the usual entry procedure. Then, they would just cultivate him according to the normal procedure. It was the sect's fortune that they could cultivate him. It wouldn't be a big loss even if he couldn't cultivate him.

When the conclusion reached Hao Zizai's ears, Elder Hao felt relieved. After all, from his own point of view, he liked Ye Bufan more. He would be able to play along with him. A young man with a detailed temperament was very rare. It was very easy to find such a young man. He couldn't let him go.

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