Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Fairy Hanguang dispersed leisurely and did not know where she went.

Bei Yi also rushed to the next test.

Han Ziyu has already prepared the objects for the test. For the lowest level test of spiritual weapon manufacturing, all you need to do is put together all the objects according to the drawings.

Bei Yi sat aside and accompanied Han Ziyu to supervise. This examination was too boring. He looked at Han Ziyu who was sitting beside him and admired him from the bottom of his heart. In his previous life, this man was just a stone, as meticulous as an old man.

Some of the people below were already furious. Looking at the half-burned incense, some had already lost their mentality and gave up trying to put it together, and started crying directly on the spot.

Bei Yi immediately led the dozen or so people away so as not to disturb others.

The first one to complete it was Xi Qing. He quickly made a spiritual weapon. It was obviously not made according to the drawings, but designed and made by himself. It was not the lowest-level spiritual weapon, but an intermediate-level one, and he attached it to it. Spiritual power.

Bei Yi sighed, the Xi family has always been famous for its manufacturing of spiritual weapons, and it is also because of this manufacturing skill that it has become extremely rich. Almost every sect wants to invite the Xi family into their family, but this Xi family is saved by the former peak leader. Zhien came to the top of Wangya.

The snake-shaped spiritual weapon quickly wandered on the ground and came to Han Ziyu's hand.

Han Ziyu frowned, leaned back, and two drops of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Bei Yi grabbed the spiritual weapon with one hand, but unexpectedly, the snake-shaped spiritual weapon bit him back. Bei Yi released his spiritual power and destroyed the spiritual weapon into pieces on the spot. He walked off the stage and without saying a word, he picked up Xi Qing's collar: "Do you know what he is doing?" Afraid of snakes and rats?”

Xi Qing was suddenly lifted up by this person, and he punched Bei Yi on the bridge of his nose. There was a crack, and Bei Yi covered his nose with a bloody nose.

Xi Qing punched him again. Bei Yi grabbed his fist and hit Xi Qing with an uppercut that nearly dislocated his jaw.

Xi Qing's mouth was filled with blood, and he spat out a broken tooth: "Damn it, just wait, I won't be named Xi until I kill you."

Han Ziyu whipped Bei Yi forward and said, "Xi Qing passed the second round of testing."

Bei Yi clenched his fists, gritted his teeth tightly, and had nowhere to vent his anger. Han Ziyu, I helped you for nothing, and I was worried that you are afraid of snakes. You are an inhumane thing. Do you think I will stop you one day? Make you cry.

Han Ziyu put away Li Xuan, cleared his throat, and said nothing.

Bei Yi had a dark face and held his breath to accompany him to supervise the test.

Finally, we got to the third game, the test of skills. As soon as we arrived in the ring, Wang Ruonan grabbed Bei Yi's sleeve.

"Aren't you going to accompany Master to supervise the examination of this nose?"

"Broken." Bei Yi spat. The feeling was no different from eating shit.

"Broken nose?"

Bei Yi pinched the back of his nose, endured the severe pain and snapped it back again. The pain made his teeth itch, and he wished he could drink Han Ziyu's blood. Thinking about the fact that all the sweat he produced was scented with lotus leaves, why would blood be so bad? It's not that it smells better, it's not that I haven't tasted it in my previous life. That day he cut his wrists and blood dripped from his mouth...

Wang Ruonan patted Bei Yi on the shoulder: "What are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think about anything. Where is senior brother?"

"I don't know, hurry up and count the names, the competition will start soon."

"Ah."

After calling the names, Bei Yi squatted aside and said, Fuck, fuck, fuck, why the hell are you angry with this person? I will be so angry that I will be so angry with him.

Bei Yi pulled up a chair and sat leisurely aside, watching others compete in the ring. This person who had never cultivated to immortality could not create any big sparks during the competition. The sword was of no use, after all, there was no spiritual support. .

Bei Yi almost felt sleepy after watching it. He yawned and decided the winner: "The next group."

Xi Qing walked onto the ring calmly and looked directly at Bei Yi: "Wait carefully, I want you to look good."

Bei Yi sneered: "I'm afraid you haven't even cultivated your immortal roots yet, and you still want to fight me."

Xi Qing turned around and stood on the ring, defeating one person every minute. As you can imagine, he guarded the ring until the end, and no one could beat him.

After everything was over, Mu Yuan came over with the ranking document: "Now the ranking of the new recruits will be announced. The first place is Xi Qing, the second place is Zhao Zhiruo, and the third place is Wang Ergou."

Xi Qing stood under the stage and held up a fan: "Senior brother, am I qualified to challenge him?" His fan pointed at Bei Yi.

Bei Yizheng was wandering in his mind, recalling the great achievements in his previous life, which were unmatched by anyone, and directly won the first place, winning the favor of his master Xiao Lin.

Mu Yuan looked worriedly at Bei Yi, who was sitting behind him. This junior brother's immortality was narrow, and his skills had not improved in the past two years. In a fight with Xi Qing, the winner would be difficult to determine.

Bei Yi walked over with a sneer and snatched the challenge document from the Xi family's hands: "Let's compete. If you lose, call me daddy."

"You, just wait for me and see if I don't beat you until you cry." Xi Qing's face turned red with anger.

Bei Yi was not a decent person. He walked to the side, pulled out a piece of paper, and wrote a line of big words with a brush: "The loser is called daddy."

Bei Yi signed his name and handed it to Xi Qing: "Do you dare?"

"Why don't you dare? You can't default on your debt if you lose."

The follower, Li Ma, stayed at Xi's house: "My lord, my lord has asked us not to mess around and not to offend our friendship. If you want to be an inner disciple, just ask the lord to have a word with Lord Han Xian later."

Xi Qing shook off the entourage with one hand: "My father is my father, I am me, get out of the way."

Bei Yi casually brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead and raised his eyebrows. This body can't even operate the spiritual power well, and he doesn't have a magic weapon. He doesn't know how to learn the skills of a young man, whether he will lose or win here. Let’s figure it out.

"There are three rounds in total. The one who wins two out of three or goes to the fence loses."

Mu Yuan knocked on the gong and looked at Bei Yi on the stage with embarrassment. If he lost, he would have to retire as an outer disciple. If he won, he would get into trouble with the Xi family.

Wang Ruonan asked nervously: "Senior brother, can Ayi do it?"

"I don't know."

"Then, what does the master say?"

Mu Yuan frowned: "I don't know."

Wang Ruonan nervously stamped his feet on the spot: "It has been two years since Ayi, but his skills have not improved. Although the Xi family is not one of the ten sects, Mr. Xi is a powerful person, and Xi Qingding is not bad either."

"Ah."

As soon as the gong stopped, Xi Qing's fan flew straight away. Bei Yi turned his face sideways, but the edge of the fan still scratched his face.

Bei Yi's eyes were scarlet, and he was pressing forward step by step. He didn't have a magic weapon that he could use, so he had no advantage in this fight.

The fan circled around and returned to Xi Qing's hand, and then left his hand. The fan chased Bei Yi closely, but Bei Yi was unable to resist, and several hair strands were cut off.

Xi Qing took the fan and said, "You losers can't even hope to defeat me."

A black mist condensed in Bei Yi's palm, and he tore off the iron chain of the arena. The iron chain circled his wrist twice and threw it out like a strong wind.

Xi Qing flew to avoid it, and the fan left his hand instantly.

Bei Yi swung up the iron chain and directly rolled the fan into the whirlwind. The huge wind rolled the fan into confetti and sprinkled it all on Xi Qing's face.

"Hey, kid, you have so little skill and you still want to beat me?" Bei Yi swung the chain and leaned against the wooden pillar, his eyes drifting away. Master's disciple will not embarrass you in this life, don't worry.

Xi Qing curled his lips, with anger burning in his eyes. The fan was a birthday gift from his mother-in-law, but it was destroyed by this kid. Don't blame him for being rude.