Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

An hour later, Baili Dongjun's four-member team was ready to set off.

Before setting off, Baili Dongjun called Wen Yanzhao aside:

"Cousin, before we leave, I want to tell you something. Since you are now the examiner appointed by Mr. Li, you must act impartially."

Wen Yanzhao raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong, Xiao Baili, are you afraid that your cousin is hiding something?"

Baili Dongjun was rarely serious:

"I know that my current level of cultivation at the Vajra Mortal Realm is only mid-level among the candidates this time."

"Even so, I don't want you to help me behind my back... Losing the game doesn't matter, but I don't want to live under your wings and be criticized!"

In Wen Yanzhao's eyes, Baili Dongjun has really grown a lot.

Although he was born into a wealthy family, he was deliberately trained by his grandfather and mother to be a domineering young man since he was young.

However, Baili Dongjun's temperament and character are rare and outstanding among the children of aristocratic families.

"Of course, but the premise is that no one can endanger your life. When we set out from Qiandong, I promised my aunt that I would protect you!"

Wen Yanzhao answered very straightforwardly.

Baili Dongjun raised the Bu Ran Chen in his hand with great satisfaction:

"Oh, cousin, don't underestimate me. I am a master of swordsmanship, and there are several strong men in our team!"

"Don't worry!"

Wen Yanzhao nodded:

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. I'm waiting to drink your celebratory wine!"

Baili Dongjun raised the corner of his mouth: "It's a deal!"

……

An hour passed quickly, and Baili Dongjun took the lead, leading the other three out of Qianjintai.

However, no one noticed that there was always a hint of worry in Ye Dingzhi's eyes.

Wen Yanzhao watched Baili Dongjun and Ye Dingzhi leave, and was always a little worried about the envoy Wuzuo who used the alias Zhuge Yun.

Although in the original plot, Li Changsheng appeared in time and killed Zhuge Wucai in one move, resolving Baili Dongjun's crisis.

But now, he took the task upon himself.

"Hmm... this is really a headache! Two monsters in the Great Free and Easy Realm, and they can also use the Qimen Dunjia... This job that Old Li temporarily assigned to me is very challenging!"

Wen Yanzhao rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

"Xiao Wen, what are you mumbling about? Tell me what's making you unhappy and I'll cheer you up!"

“Hahahaha… It seems that I, Master Zhuo Mo, am the only one who values ​​loyalty the most! I will not abandon you…”

Lei Mengsha saw Wen Yanzhao pacing back and forth on the stage, and he jumped to his side and asked.

Wen Yanzhao turned his head and glanced at Lei Mengsha:

"Alas... your martial arts skills are too poor, and I can't help you at all!"

Lei Mengsha was so angry that his face turned pale:

"Hey... Da Xiaoyao is amazing, right?"

"The examiner is amazing, right?"

"Just wait, I'm going to go to Fengfeng and say bad things about you!"

Wen Yanzhao now had no intention of paying any attention to the noisy Lei Mengsha. In a flash, he flew out of the Qianjintai.

Lei Mengsha put his hands on his hips and sighed as he looked at Wen Yanzhao's receding back:

"It's over. I'll never be able to catch up with the level of Freedom Realm!"

……

On the day of the final exam, the streets of Tianqi City, which were usually bustling with traffic and people jostling for position, were cleared out in advance.

Baili Dongjun and his group walked along the street while discussing the clue.

"Have you not seen the True Martial God coming to the world?"

Baili Dongjun slowly read out the small print on the note in his hand. The others looked at each other, and Zhao Yujia rolled his eyes:

"Zhenwu's coming to the world must be related to 'Zhenwu'. The places in Tianqi City that are related to Zhenwu..."

"Then it should be Zhenwu Temple!"

Yin Luoxia was on a quick tour, and when she heard Zhao Yujia mention the three words "Zhenwu Temple", she couldn't help but ask:

"I heard that there are many lost swords hidden in Zhenwu Temple?"

Zhao Yujia nodded slightly: "Young lady, you are very knowledgeable. I have heard from Master that there is a sword tomb in Zhenwu Temple, and the swords of those deceased sword masters are all hidden there!"

Ye Dingzhi heard the conversation between the two and unconsciously glanced at the Zhenwu Sword in his hand given by Wen Yanzhao, and smiled secretly:

'I wonder if this Zhenwu sword my cousin gave me has any connection with the Zhenwu Temple?'

"Then what are we waiting for? Now that we have some clues, let's go to Zhenwu Temple quickly, otherwise it will be too late when the Weishi team takes the lead!"

Baili Dongjun jumped up and galloped away in a hurry.

Yin Luoxia chuckled:

"Xiao Dongjun, wait for your sister."

Seeing that the two had gone far away, Zhao Yujia shook his head and sighed:

"Alas, you set off in such a hurry without even asking how to get to Zhenwu Temple. Baili Dongjun, wait for me to lead the way for you!"

Then he shouted to Ye Dingzhi behind him:

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase him!"

Ye Dingzhi smiled in response:

"Your Excellency, go ahead. I'll be right there."

Zhao Yujia used the Zhanchengshan Qinggong to catch up with him...

Seeing that the three people had gone far away, Ye Dingzhi slowly opened his hand, revealing a ball of paper.

"Bai Li Dongjun, kill!"

Seeing these five words, Ye Dingzhi smiled coldly, and then the internal force in his hand surged and turned the note into powder.

A gust of wind blew past, and everything dissipated completely. Ye Dingzhi also used his lightness skills to catch up.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the four of them arrived at Zhenwu Temple, four or five miles north of the city.

Ancient temples stand tall and pavilions are like forests.

Zhao Yujia looked up and saw a large gold-plated plaque on the attic with three powerful characters written on it - Zhenwu Temple.

……

In Tianqi City, on a street half a mile away from Qianjintai, two figures, one purple and one white, flashed by.

In the autumn weather, the man in purple still held a folding fan in his hand, standing on the rooftop and looking towards the center of the street with the man in white.

These two people were none other than the purple and white guardians of the Demon Cult. Following their gaze, they saw two lifeless corpses lying across the middle of the street.

The corpse was exactly the candidate who was in the same team as Zhuge Yun. He never expected that he would die in the Qimen Dunjia formation of his teammates.

A young man from an aristocratic family who had managed to escape was wearing armor and holding a long sword, his eyes were bloodshot:

"Zhuge Yun, we are teammates and should help each other, why did you kill them!"

"Hasn't the Zhuge family always been based on chivalry? Why are you so cruel..."

He stumbled toward the street, but unexpectedly a black shadow passed by him like a gust of wind!

Zhuge Yun, wearing a black cloak, appeared like a ghost in broad daylight, suddenly appearing in front of the surviving candidates and blocking their way.

The terrified man screamed:

"You...who are you?!"

Zhuge Yun grinned grimly, and stretched out a pale and skinny arm from his black robe and grabbed the man's throat!

"Qiang!"

A stream of blood suddenly spurted out in front of the candidate, and the hand that was grabbing him instantly retracted!

"You dare to commit violence in front of my examiner. You really don't take me seriously!"

The candidate looked carefully and saw that Zhuge Yun's hand, which was grabbing his throat, was injured by a sharp sword energy, leaving a wound on his arm so deep that the bone could be seen!

"How dare you, Wen Yanzhao, come and stop me?!"

Zhuge Yun felt a sharp pain in his fingers and looked at the young man in black and white in front of him with vicious eyes.

"I say, are you people from Tianwaitian so rude?"

Wen Yanzhao held the hilt of a sword in his hand and spoke in a joking tone.