After being reincarnated, he was targeted by a black-bellied junior brother

I saw a man walking out from behind the two Hefengmen disciples.

This man was wearing a snow-white gauze gown that was different from the uniforms of Hefengmen disciples, as if he had descended from a snow-capped mountain, soaring through the clouds and riding in the mist, he was spotlessly white, just like a real fairy descending to earth.

The deep and three-dimensional facial features give people an impression of sculptural delicacy, and a little cinnabar red between the brows adds a touch of vividness to the expressionless face.

This man's name is Bai Zhen, and he is the 320th seventh head of Hefengmen.

"Disciples refer to the head master."

He Fengmen clasped their fists up and down and knelt down to salute Bai Zhen.

Bai Zhen walked by with light steps, and the places he passed seemed to be filled with immortal energy.

He came to the front seat and silently waved to the disciples.

Only then did the disciples dare to stand up.

Their eyes met, and Baili Wuming, who was standing on the ring, lowered his head subconsciously, trying to cover up his inner panic and guilt.

Bai Zhen looked at Baili Wuming, then at Li Lin, parted her thin lips lightly, and said in a cold and distant voice, "Then, the final assessment begins now."

As soon as the words fell, Li Lin immediately pulled out the sword at his waist, and rushed towards Baili Wuming in the blink of an eye.

Although Li Lin is also at the stage of Qi training, he is already at the ninth level after all, and the sword in his hand is the top grade of talisman weapons.

However, Baili Wuming was unarmed.

"Trash, today I will show you what a real cultivator is!"

Baili Wuming was attached to the sword, and Li Lin launched a swift and fierce attack on Baili Wuming, hitting Baili Wuming with no power to fight back.

"Yeah, yeah! Brother Li Lin, come on!"

"Senior brother Li Lin, quickly drive this trash out of Hefengmen!"

"Baili Wuming, you'd better admit defeat quickly, a waste is a waste, and if you wait another five years, you will still be a waste!"

Under the arena, Li Lin's supporters kept shouting and making noise.

"Li Lin deserves to be at the ninth level of the Qi training period, and his strength is extraordinary!"

"That's right, an outer disciple like Li Lin, when he breaks through to the foundation building stage, is very likely to be selected as an inner disciple."

"Baili Wuming was also unlucky, so he won the competition with Li Lin."

"Baili Wuming is only at the first level of qi training, and his level of cultivation is too far from Li Lin's. The outcome of this competition has already been decided!"

The four deputy heads commented on Li Lin's performance one after another, and highly praised him.

But Bai Zhen frowned.

The Crane Wind Sect's assessment of its disciples has always been based on actual combat, but it is also limited to the point, no matter whether the opponent will be expelled from the master's sect, or can not kill each other with the same sect.

However, Li Lin made a fierce move and recruited the killer, as if he wished to kill Baili Wuming and then quickly.

The furrow between the brows was like a knife carving, and Bai Zhen's gaze was cast on Baili Wuming who was retreating steadily.

His impression of Baili Wuming is still five years ago.

Five years ago, Baili Wuming was seriously injured and was brought back to him. Seeing that Baili Wuming had a strong celestial affinity, he thought he had found a good piece of material for cultivating immortals.

But he never expected that in five years, Baili Wuming's five years of entry, the state has not improved at all, although it is hindered by the magic power in the body, but if there is a fairy fate, it will not be so weak.

Bai Zhen sighed with some regret.

Unable to continue to practice, and the curse of the demon race in his body, once Baili Wuming is expelled from the Hefengmen, what awaits him may be an abyss beyond redemption.

Bai Zhen was feeling sorry for Baili Wuming. On the ring, Li Lin's sharp sword had already forced Baili Wuming to the edge of the ring.

"Hmph, let me see where you are going to escape this time?!"

Li Lin's face was ferocious, and he stabbed Baili Wuming's throat with his sword.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, only Duan Qing who didn't get along with the disciples of He Feng Sect didn't change her face, and just yawned lazily.