Chapter 1500 Yang Du

The question he has to consider now is whether it will be too eye-catching once he enters the sequence of core disciples? After all, the time he had entered the Blue Ox Holy Land was too short, if he progressed too fast, it might arouse the suspicion of others.

It will be difficult to be targeted by someone with a heart. Coupled with the matter of the old man Feiyue, Pei Junlin is really unwilling to show his face and attract too many people's attention.

"Are you really confident to pass the core disciple assessment? You must know that only ten people can be promoted to core disciples every year." Zhang Huizi's eyes were shining brightly, looking up at Pei Junlin was like looking at an unrivaled hero .

To him, being able to be promoted to a core disciple was simply a lifelong dream, and he would never have imagined it in the future with his current ability. So when he heard Pei Junlin say that he could pass the examination easily, Zhang Huizi was almost completely shocked.

"By the way, didn't He Yundong say he wanted to kill me in the ring? Then I'll kill him in public tomorrow and let's see who is still in the Holy Land and dare not provoke me." A murderous look flashed across Pei Junlin's face.

This murderous aura made Zhang Huizi, who was sitting opposite Pei Junlin, feel chills all over his body, and he deeply understood that Pei Junlin's murderous aura was not just talk, but a real intention to kill chickens and monkeys, and use He Yundong as a sacrificial knife .

"He Yundong must be killed with one punch to avoid a hundred punches. It's just whether this person has any background in the sect. It's not good if he kills him and affects other things." Pei Junlin frowned, looking forward and backward.

After all, this He Yundong is not like a wanderer in the starry sky like the two-headed blood demon of the Wuji Wolf King. He has a background, and it is likely that it is deeply rooted after all.

Hearing the question in Pei Junlin's heart, Zhang Huizi frowned suddenly, thinking of something, he reached out and grabbed Pei Junlin, and said with a pale face: "I forgot to tell you, this He Yundong must not kill him, there is a brother called He An is one of the top ten existences among the core disciples, and he is a giant in our Qingniu Holy Land."

Zhang Huizi hurriedly finished speaking incoherently, only to realize that many things she said were a bit upside down, but the general meaning was already clear.

Inside the Qingniu Holy Land, the status of the core disciples is no worse than that of some elders, so Pei Junlin can roughly guess He An's status, and his status in the entire Qingniu Holy Land may not be inferior to that of Zhang Huizi's master Li Qiubai.

If he really killed He Yundong rashly, he might really offend a small giant behind him, and it would be really troublesome at that time.

Pei Junlin pondered for a moment, and after a while the murderous intent on his face did not diminish, he gritted his teeth and said coldly: "There are no eyes in the ring, if He Yundong wants to die, I will not keep my hand, tomorrow will see how he behaves. "

Pei Junlin smiled coldly and didn't seem to take He An seriously, but when this kind of performance was put on Zhang Huizi's face, he felt that Pei Junlin was a little too crazy.

It's okay not to take He Yundong seriously, but now he doesn't pay attention to the existence of the top ten core disciples of the inner sect, which is a bit crazy.

The assessment of the inner disciples officially started early the next morning, and those who signed up for the assessment like Pei Junlin also flew towards the central ring one after another.

In the center of Qingniu Holy Land, there is a huge arena called Zhenwu Arena. The Jingwu arena is a dedicated venue for holding events of all sizes within the sect, and in ordinary times, disciples can also challenge each other, and even launch life-and-death duels.

Here, the promotion of inner disciples to the top ten existences of core disciples will be held. And once he is promoted to a core disciple and gets the top three rankings in this competition, he will get some generous rewards from the sect.

But there will be a large number of pills, and even the first place will get a special thing, which is a chaotic treasure provided by the sect.

Even for the Chaos Lingbao who is a master of the Real King Realm, they can only look up to the ordinary existence, and it is impossible for ordinary people to have it, so a treasure like this naturally attracts countless eyes, and this time it is natural to enter the assessment of the core disciples. Also rattling.

On the surface, these inner disciples are competing with each other, striving for a win-win situation, but behind it is the constant competition between the major forces. Those who go to the ring must have a huge strength behind them, and he is the only one who has an empty back like Pei Junlin.

"That person is Yuan Jingkong, the number one inner disciple after Chen Hengshan's death. It is a certainty that he has entered the sequence of core disciples this time." Zhang Huizi stood beside Pei Junlin, and introduced to Pei Junlin in a low voice something.

After Pei Junlin entered the Qingniu Holy Land, he stayed behind closed doors, so he didn't know anything about the outside world. At this time, Zhang Huizi's explanation also gave Pei Junlin a rough understanding of his opponent.

Zhang Huizi explained the opponents that will appear or meet in today's arena one by one from beginning to end. It is obvious that he has worked hard and done his homework. Zhang Huizi is also heartbroken that Pei Junlin can be successfully promoted to the core disciple.

"I don't want to hear these things anymore. I just need to defeat any opponent I meet." Pei Junlin waved his hand to stop Zhang Huizi from continuing.

"The first match, Pei Junlin vs. Yang Du." An elder announced that the inner disciple assessment had already begun.

Pei Junlin was a little dazed. He didn't expect that he was the first to play, which surprised Pei Junlin.

Pei Junlin jumped onto the ring without hesitation, and only then began to look around. Facing the gaze of thousands of eyes, Pei Junlin didn't panic at all, and didn't feel stage fright at all. Standing there was as relaxed and freehand as if he was shopping in a market.

A golden shadow descended from the sky, it was a man in very luxurious clothes, it was Pei Junlin's opponent Yang Du. Yang Du looked like a handsome young man, and he belonged to the Duojin kind.

The weapon in his hand is a folding fan. When the folding fan is closed, Pei Junlin can't see the mystery, but can feel that the material is very sharp, which should be at least the best spiritual treasure.

This time Pei Junlin didn't plan to take out weapons, he planned to defeat this rich man named Yang Du with his bare hands.

"Show your weapons, let's fight it out." Yang Du raised his chin, as if he didn't pay attention to Pei Junlin, but there was a kind of teasing in his tone.

Seeing that Pei Junlin was unmoved, without any reaction, he frowned again, looked at Pei Junlin with disgust and said, "You still go to provoke He Yundong with your strength, but fortunately you met me for the first time today. Kick you out so that you don't have to be beaten to death by He Yundong."

When Yang Du spoke, he had a condescending tone like a savior, like Pei Junlin was extremely upset in his heart. He looked at Yang Du coldly, feeling a little bored in his heart.

Have you finished speaking? This time I don't bring a weapon, I can beat you with bare hands. "Pei Junlin said coldly, which made Yang Du stupefied.

Fighting people with bare hands, isn't that courting death or something? Everyone knows that the weapons you carry with you in battle play a huge role.

To be precise, if you don't have a weapon in your hand, your strength will be halved, which is completely unfair. Hearing that Pei Junlin didn't plan to reveal his weapon at this time, Yang Du actually showed an angry expression, because he felt that Pei Junlin underestimated him.

"I'll say it again, show your weapon." Yang Du emphasized coldly.

Pei Junlin had no choice but to turn over his palm, and in his palm was a pure sun fire clock shining with flames.

There was an astonishing crack on the Chunyang Liehuo clock, and the idiot also saw that this treasure was severely injured and damaged, and it was an incomplete treasure.

If this kind of broken treasure is taken out in the face of the enemy, it may not have any effect, but it will hold back.

"Forget it! You are so poor that you can't come up with a complete weapon, then I will kick you off the stage quickly, lest you continue to be ashamed and humiliate the limelight of my disciples of Qingniu Holy Land." Yang Du couldn't bear it any longer. up.

Turning the folding fan in his hand towards Pei Junlin, Pei Junlin felt a blade of wind cutting towards him.

Although the wind blade is an extremely simple attack method, in the hands of a master like Yang Du, it can also turn decay into magic. Sure enough, every piece of wind blade is shining with blue light, and its cutting ability is amazing.

The wind blade almost cut through the space, and a dark space crack appeared between Pei Junlin and Yang Du.

It was not easy for Pei Junlin, the Chunyang Fiery Clock in his hand blocked the wind blades in a flash. These wind blades slashed on the Chunyang Liehuo Bell in Pei Junlin's hand, and immediately made the cracks on the Chunyang Liehuo Bell expand a lot in an instant.

This damaged treasure, which was already in jeopardy, looked even more dilapidated at this time, and it might collapse at any time.

Seeing Pei Junlin's pitiful appearance, everyone in the audience burst into laughter, and even He Yundong, who was standing in the crowd, showed a hint of sarcasm on his face.

A person like Pei Junlin dares to sign up for the inner disciple assessment and wants to be promoted to a core disciple. Such a person is simply a disgrace to the sect.

Countless people were discussing this matter, looking at Pei Junlin with contempt in their eyes, but at this time Pei Junlin's opponent, Yang Du's face was extremely cold.

Yang Du already felt ashamed for not hitting Pei Junlin with one move just now.

At this time, Yang Du was eager for success, and opened the folding fan in his hand, but he actually painted a green hill on the mountain. With a sudden wave of the folding fan, a piece of blue light flew out from the folding fan, turning into a white green mountain, and suppressed it towards Pei Junlin.

Pei Junlin felt a little surprised, he didn't expect such a novel treasure. The fake mountain painted on this folding fan can turn into a real body, and it is full of the power of Yuan Magnetic, and its weight is astonishing.

The folding fan in Yang Du's hand was indeed no small matter, but Pei Junlin didn't fall for it either. Just when the mountain was suppressed, Pei Junlin let out a loud roar, his whole body was shining with crystal light, and he raised his hands up, dragging the green mountain directly.