C11 Star Fist

Wu Zhen stared at Ye Daoxuan with a glowing gaze as the smile on his face widened. He still had some expectations for Ye Daoxuan, he had a feeling that this young man was still holding back.

Wu Zhen hoped that Ye Daoxuan could bring him more surprises, but Ye Daoxuan simply let out a sigh of relief, took two steps back, cupped his fists in a salute, and said respectfully: "Disciple has finished with the test, please correct me, Elder Wu!"

"You ? have you already done your best? " Wu Zhen frowned and asked.

"Yes, this disciple has already given his all!"

Seeing Wu Zhen's expression and hearing his tone, Ye Daoxuan was sure that Wu Zhen had not seen through his real strength. Ye Daoxuan could not help but feel relieved. After all, the feeling of having his trump card seen through was not good.

Wu Zhen was a little disappointed, but disappointment flashed across his face and he smiled: "With your age, being able to reach level 3 is already not bad. As long as you work hard, you will be able to break through the lesser celestial stage and reach a higher realm! I think highly of you! "

As he spoke to here, he casually tossed a small, fist-sized gray bag to Ye Daoxuan and said, "Congratulations, you have already passed the Martial Testing Hall's examination. Your cultivation is at the third rank and you can enjoy the highest treatment as an outer disciple. In this Cosmic Bag, there are two sets of clothes for the Third Order Outer Sect disciples. The first three months of the Origin Gathering Pills are worth a total of twenty-one pills, and there are also a hundred spirit coins. If you want to check the contents of the bag, you will only need to inject a bit of True Essence. "

It was unknown what material it was made of, but when he opened the Cosmic Bag and tried to insert a wisp of true essence into it, he realized that the small and exquisite looking Cosmic Bag actually had another world inside, it was actually a space several square meters in size. He took a glance inside the Cosmic Bag and saw two neat piles of blue clothes, three jade bottles, a small pile of spirit coins, and a large amount of space remaining.

"This item is truly a good treasure. In the future, anything can be stored inside!" Ye Daoxuan was secretly happy. He put the Cosmic Bag away and said, "Thank you, Elder Wu!"

Wu Zhen smiled indifferently and said, "No need to thank me. This is what you deserve! Cultivate well kid, the stronger you are, the more you will be able to obtain, the better it is! "Now, you can enter the first floor of the Hidden Martial House and choose a set of mystical secret arts!"

He waved his right arm, and the thick door inside the hall slowly opened with a creaking sound. Behind the door was a passageway more than ten meters long. This passageway led to the Martial Repository Tower behind the Martial Testing Hall.

Within Ye Daoxuan's body, there was already a Mysterious Art, the Beginning Immortal Scripture, that was used to cultivate Zhen Yuan. The most lacking was a secret technique that could release Zhen Yuan, and inside the Martial Repository Tower, there were many secret techniques. Being able to choose one could make up for the lack of one, but in the future, when he mastered the secret technique, his strength would increase by another level.

After calming his agitated mood, Ye Daoxuan cupped his fists towards Wu Zhen and strode into the Martial Repository Pavilion at the back of the main hall.

On the bookshelves, there were ancient book scrolls that exuded an ancient aura. Every book scroll seemed to have turned slightly yellowish, and a faint true essence fluctuation emitted from them. It was obvious that these were not ordinary books.

These scrolls were all mystical arts and secret techniques, and were mostly painstakingly crafted by the ancestors of the Supreme Sect. Some of them were also obtained through other channels and placed in the Martial Repository Tower for the younger generations to cultivate.

He discovered that all of these mystical techniques were suitable for the outer sect disciples to train in. He did not know if these techniques were suitable for the outer sect disciples who had already reached the fourth stage, but since he had come, he could not bring them back empty-handed. He had to choose a set for them to train in.

Ye Daoxuan's true essence had already opened and closed, so it was much more powerful. If he wanted to choose a secret art, he would have to complement each other in order to do so. His mystical arts had already reached the level of the Beginning Immortal Scripture, so he was in no hurry to look at those mystical arts. Instead, he patiently flipped through the scrolls and pages related to the mystical arts, silently analyzing them in his mind to see if they were suitable for him.

"Kid, each of the mystical techniques here are unique. Which one do you like, can only be copied and taken away. Also, there is a time limit for everyone to enter the Hidden Martial House. You don't have much time left. Wu Zhen's voice suddenly sounded beside Ye Daoxuan's ear.

You can only copy a copy to take away? There was a time limit? Ye Daoxuan froze for a moment. Only then did he start to panic, and the speed at which he flipped through the secret arts also increased by a lot.

It was at this moment that the four stars floating in his aurasea suddenly began to tremble, as if they had resonated with something. Ye Daoxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly walked past one bookshelf after another. When he arrived in front of a small three-storey bookshelf in the northwest corner, the stars in his aurasea trembled the most violently, so he stopped and picked up a secret arts book from the bookshelf.

At the bottom of the book, there was a small piece of paper with information about the origin of this secret technique. To the contrary, it said that this secret technique was a type of fist technique obtained from an elder of the Taiyi school when he was travelling on the Immortal Yuan Continent 500 years ago. However, he didn't know what rank this secret technique belonged to.

For the past five hundred years, there had been many outstanding disciples of the Supreme One Sect who wanted to practice this fist art, but none of them succeeded. After that, they were abandoned in this corner and no one cared about them anymore.

"I wonder what rank of secret art it is. In five hundred years, no one has succeeded in cultivating it ?" "It seems like this fist technique is quite extraordinary!"

Ye Daoxuan picked up the badly damaged book with its cover and immediately felt a sense of warmth, as if there was some sort of connection between this book and himself. He thought it was strange, so he gently flipped to the first page of the book and started to read from the first word, word for word.

At first glance, this fist technique looked very ordinary, with nothing extraordinary about it at all. However, after carefully analyzing it, he found that each fist technique contained a myriad of changes, including the Supreme Fist Aura. After reading it once, Ye Daomang closed his eyes and recalled it, and he discovered that this entire fist technique was imprinted in his mind, every word of it was extremely clear.

Suddenly, he had an epiphany. He put the book back in its original place, sat cross-legged on the floor of the Martial Repository Pavilion, and started to practice the fist art again and again.

After an unknown amount of time, the words "Meteorite Fist" suddenly appeared in his mind and disappeared.

"Meteorite Fist?" Could it be the name of this boxing style? Hmm, one could imagine that when the Meteorite Fist was thrown out, it was as powerful as a falling star. Its power must be extremely shocking! I'll bet that this fist technique is definitely not a low-level secret art. It should have been created by some strong martial arts expert! " Ye Daoxuan thought to himself.

This Meteor Fist was also an extremely powerful fist art. It was compatible with the domineering true essence in Ye Daoxuan's body, as if it was a secret technique created specifically for him. Ye Daoxuan had repeatedly simulated this fist art several times, so he had an understanding of this fist art and could not help but casually throw out a punch due to his excitement.

Ye Daoxuan's fist shot out like a meteor falling from the sky, whistling over with unstoppable sharpness. With the shine of the stars, the initially dark first floor hall of the Hidden Martial Tower lit up, and then a muffled "dong" sound was heard. A burst of Zhen Yuan burst out from the end of Ye Daoxuan's fist, breaking the air in front of it and producing a sonic boom.

What surprised Ye Daoxuan was that his punch was powerful enough to shatter a huge rock, but the wall in front of him wasn't damaged at all. It seemed like the rumors were true.

"This is bad!"

Ye Daoxuan suddenly cried out in alarm. Although his punch did not break the wall, it had caused a great deal of shock, causing all of the bookshelves around him to collapse. The books and scrolls on the bookshelves fell to the floor with a "whoosh" sound.

"Hmm?"

Wu Zhen, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Martial Testing Hall, raised his eyebrows as a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. Wu Zhen, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Martial Testing Hall, raised his eyebrows as a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"Elder Wu, about that ?. I'm sorry, but just now, I saw that a fist art was pretty good, so I started deducing it. But who knew that at the moment I forgot, I would casually punch the wall, and in the end ? It became like this! "Ah, I'll clean up the room now!"

He was worried that Wu Zhen would anger him. This old man was a mysterious elder that even the Sect Leader had to respect a lot, and in his fury, even if he expelled him from the pavilion, no one would be able to avenge him.

There was no anger on Wu Zhen's face, but he was astonished. He walked to Ye Daoxuan's side and said: "Was that huge commotion caused by your punch? Can you tell me what fist technique you were looking at just now? "

According to his experience, a disciple without several months of practice would not be able to grasp the essence of the secret technique. However, Ye Daoxuan was able to gain some insights just by looking at it in the Martial Repository Tower, and judging from the shock caused by his punch just now, he had already comprehended the essence of the fist technique.

"This is it..." Ye Daoxuan took out the Meteor Fist manual from a pile of books and passed it to Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen looked at it and his expression became even weirder as he said, "This fist art ? ? You can practice this? "

"Sure!" Ye Daoxuan nodded, "I feel that this fist technique is very suitable for me, so I'm prepared to copy it!"

Wu Zhen was both emotional and gratified as he sighed, "This fist art is quite strange. According to what I know, in the past five hundred years, you are the first disciple of my Supreme Sect that has managed to practice it! Since this book is fated to be yours, I will make the decision and give it to you! "

"Thank you, Elder Wu!" Ye Daoxuan was overjoyed. In his opinion, copying the mysterious technique wasn't as comfortable as it looked, and it also saved him the trouble of copying it. So, he respectfully took the manual from Wu Zhen and put it in his pocket.

Wu Zhen said: "This fist technique is a gift from me! You can still choose a different set of mystical secret arts to copy and take away! "Go on, time is of the essence. You don't need to care about these random things. After you leave, I will have my people tidy them up!"

Ye Daoxuan didn't put on any airs and started rummaging through the books and scrolls on the floor.