Chapter 1846 Dare to Steal My Things

She actually untied the red collar on his neck with her own hands.

"Congratulations, you can enter the Divine Sword Sect and become a formal disciple!"

"From today on, you will move out of the Jiazi Courtyard and enter the sect to practice, and all treatment will be the same as that of the sect disciples."

Li Shaoyong was so excited that he couldn't say anything.

The majestic middle-aged man said again: "If I remember correctly, your family is in Nanyue, right?"

Li Shaoyong nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, it's a small family in Yecheng, Nanyue."

Nanyue has 3,000 cities and 9 provinces.

"Tomorrow I will ask the sect to send a letter of divorce, and let your family serve as the governor of the province, hereditary and unchangeable!"

Li Shaoyong was stunned at first, and then he was grateful and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!"

The middle-aged man continued, "If you work for the sect honestly, your family's status will be immeasurable in the future!"

"Even the king of Nanyue would not dare to do anything to your family!"

"But, if you dare to leave the sect..."

He didn't say much, but everyone understood what he meant.

Li Shaoyong hurriedly said, "Disciple absolutely dare not!"

"That's good!"

The majestic middle-aged turned around, facing everyone, and said lightly, "My name is Zhao Huixuan, I am the master of this Jiazi Academy, and also one of the elders of the sect."

"You, I don't care what you did before, what your identity is, and how glorious you have been."

"Now, all of these are gone. You are just sword slaves of Jiazi Academy. I will treat you equally!"

"Practice well, and you will naturally have a bright future."

"But if anyone breaks the rules of Jiazi Academy, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Everyone has already experienced his methods at this time, and they are terrified.

This time, it gave these newly arrived sword slaves such a big show of strength.

No one dared to have any evil thoughts, and they were all taken to the edge of the area and settled down.

Each courtyard has dozens of main rooms and side rooms.

Twenty sword slaves live in a spacious place.

Soon, Ye Xinghe saw Zhao Huixuan again.

He gave each new sword slave a pill.

This is the cultivation resource for these sword slaves.

Three meals a day, each person has three liters of spiritual rice and ten kilograms of spiritual meat.

And every half a month, there is a spiritual pill as a cultivation resource.

"This is a first-grade spiritual pill!"

Zhang Hongyuan was excited beside him.

In the Xuanhuang world, after embarking on this immortal road, the elixir of the mortal world is no longer usable.

Mortal elixir, no matter how strong it is or how high its level is, is garbage for them.

It may even damage the body.

The elixir on the immortal road is divided into four levels: spiritual elixir, true elixir, golden elixir, and immortal elixir.

The immortal level is the highest and the spiritual level is the lowest.

Each level is divided into nine grades.

This little resurrection pill is only the lowest grade one pill.

But for Zhang Hongyuan and others, it was something they would never dream of having before.

Not long after Zhao Huixuan and others left, Ye Xinghe was preparing to practice.

With a bang, the gate of their courtyard was kicked open.

Several people walked in, and their strength was quite good.

Among them, the leader, Ye Xinghe vaguely felt a trace of the power of the God Seed.

This person is estimated to have condensed the God Seed.

A newly-initiated sword slave shouted, "Who are you and what are you doing here!"

The leader slapped him in the face without saying a word, and sent him flying.

He shook his wrist and looked at Ye Xinghe and others.

"New here, right? Come on, hand over all your little resurrection pills!"

As soon as the voice fell, a newcomer protested, "Why!"

Before the voice fell, another big slap came over and sent him flying.

Yang Xingming sneered, "Why? Just because I am stronger than you!"

"I have already condensed the God-like Seed, and the next step is to condense the God-like Seed. Are you looking for death?"

Everyone was silent.

Although he was unwilling, he had to take out the Little Resurrection Pill.

Yang Xingming went forward to take it one by one.

When he came to Ye Xinghe, Ye Xinghe suddenly asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid of being punished for committing such a crime in Jiaziyuan?"

Hearing what he said, Yang Xingming and others laughed loudly.

"This kid is still counting on the dean to come and give him justice!"

"How naive!"

They naturally thought that Ye Xinghe was afraid and wanted to seek the dean's help.

Ye Xinghe was surprised and said, "Just now the dean said that we can't violate the rules here."

"Does it mean that fighting privately inside is not considered a violation of the rules?"

Yang Xingming walked up and laughed wildly, "Boy, do you think this Divine Sword Sect is a place that emphasizes gentleness and humility?"

"Let me tell you, this is the most cruel place, a place where people are eaten!"

"And the four months when the sword slaves gathered were even more cruel!"

"There is only one rule here, that is, the one with the biggest fist is the king, and the one who kills is the winner!"

Ye Xinghe suddenly realized, "Oh, that is to say, fighting here, even killing, doesn't matter?"

"Of course it doesn't matter, I don't know how many people die in Jiaziyuan every year!"

Yang Xingming sneered, "As long as you are not stupid enough to be caught on the spot when the dean inspects."

"In that case."

Ye Xinghe exhaled: "Then I'm relieved!"

"What do you mean?"

Yang Xingming was stunned at first, and the next moment, he saw a fist coming towards him.

The fist was getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, and finally filled his sight.

Yang Xingming screamed and stretched out his hands to resist.

But how could he stop it!

Although Ye Xinghe had not condensed the divine phase at this time, his divine phase seed level was extremely high, which was extremely rare.

His strength had already surpassed them by a lot.

The fists and palms added together, and there were two crisp sounds of "crack".

Yang Xingming's palms were directly broken!

The wrist broke at a weird angle, and the white bones pierced out with blood.

And then Ye Xinghe's punch hit his head.

He was beaten so hard that blood spurted out, and the whole person flew out.

Ye Xinghe stepped forward without stopping.

"Boom boom boom" Three consecutive punches were thrown.

Yang Xingming was hit three times in the air.

At this moment, he was breathing in but not out.

Then, Yang Xingming fell heavily to the ground, his body twitching.

Yang Xingming's followers were all terrified and asked repeatedly.

"You, you are so strong!"

"Brother Yang is not your opponent. In these years, there has never been such a strong new sword slave!"

"Boy, where did you come from!"

Ye Xinghe smiled slightly and walked forward.

He took a step forward, and the others took a step back.

Obviously, they were very afraid of him.

Ye Xinghe tilted his head: "Do you want to die or live?"

The others looked at each other and swallowed. One of them said: "Of course, I want to live!"