Everyone thought I was finished, that I had been beaten down by this vicious bald head.

But the real situation is best known only to us.

The bald head couldn't say that he was suffering, and after screaming in pain, he hurriedly forcibly endured it for the sake of face.

When he saw me fall to the ground, he looked at his broken hand with some confusion, and stared at my chest with a frown.

"Little Baby, what do you put on your chest? It's so hard! Look at Lao Tzu killing you!"

With that, he rushed towards me again.

After all, in his eyes, I am a newcomer who only has the spirit leaf realm after all, and it is impossible to defeat him.

So, he firmly believed that I had something defensive in my chest.

As the fierce fight on our side began, people in other circles also began to fight one after another.

Everyone could have cared about my safety, but as soon as the fight started, they had to take care of themselves.

This test is a one-sided beating, without any technical content.

The eight people were knocked down when they came up, followed by punches and kicks.

At this moment, the bald head rushed at me again, and he held his broken right hand in his left hand, and came and kicked me.

I wasn't in a hurry, and easily rolled over on the ground to dodge.

The bald head had all the strength, but he couldn't kick me, and the broken hand hurt so badly that he soon sweated profusely.

He gasped angrily and scolded:

"Cao, are you a snake, slip so fast!"

I lay on the ground leisurely and said casually:

"Okay, don't hide!"

At the moment when I spoke, the bald head seized this opportunity, probably driving all the spiritual power in his body, suddenly accelerated, and one foot rose and fell like a knife, slashing at my head.

This time I didn't dodge, stared at the foot he slashed over, turned my palm into a fist, and charged up to the sound of "bang!" on the bottom of his foot.

The bald foot, which had fallen violently, instantly stopped on my fist.

His whole face was red, his muscles were bruised, and his face was full of changing expressions, not to mention how wonderful it was.

He didn't even have the strength to speak and scream, so he jumped back a few steps on one foot, and finally his eyes were red in pain, and two tears fell.

I cried and laughed and withdrew my fist:

"You told me not to hide, I mean what I say. ”

The bald head blushed, looked at me and opened his mouth to say something, but he had no intention of speaking because of the pain in his hands and feet, and finally sat on the ground.

Seeing this, the teaching assistant next to him walked over and said sharply:

"Stand up!"

I indifferently patted the dust on my body and stood up directly.

But the bald head, the bones of his right hand and left foot have been completely broken, and he is in pain at this time.

He looked back at the teaching assistant and whispered aggrievedly:

"I ...... Can I abstain......"

Maybe it's because it's too painful, or maybe it's because he's thin-skinned, and the sentence is vague and his voice is very small.

The teaching assistant didn't hear clearly at all, and shouted impatiently:

"Don't talk nonsense!

The teaching assistant would definitely not believe that this big brother, one of the best in the black building, would be interrupted by me in an instant.

I thought to myself, I can't let him go, I have to pretend for an hour.

So I quickly rushed to the bald head, and scared him all over, and his face turned pale and pale.

I grabbed his arm, pulled him up a little harder, and dragged him up stiffly, like a doll with a thread, with him pretending to be entangled.

This bald head is suffering at the moment and can't say it, and he really wants to cry without tears.

His face was full of panic and fear, and compared to the vicious bald head before, his expression was now more like that of an honest man who had been bullied.

It wasn't until the assistant turned to inspect the others that the bald head cautiously asked:

"Greatly...... Big brother, who are you?"

I turned around and punched him in the abdomen, causing him to bend in pain and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Then I straightened him up again and whispered:

"The more you know, the sooner you'll die. ”

This bald head is not a fool, he instantly understood what I meant, he quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't need me to pull it, and he had already begun to take the initiative to cooperate with me to perform.

Taking advantage of this time, I observed the battle situation of the other people around me out of the corner of my eye.

What made me a little disappointed was that there were already three people who couldn't stand the beating, escaped from the circle in embarrassment, and chose to abstain from withdrawing, which means that they gave up their qualifications to become disciples of the Blood Pavilion.

The point is that their opponents are all Brother Snake's younger brothers, and they don't really use their full strength.

And among the rest, the worst is the scorpion.

This guy has a stubborn personality, and the matching opponent is another bald head.

Under the suppression of cultivation, even if the scorpion learned a little bit of three-legged cat kung fu from me, he still had no power to parry.

At this moment, he was beaten hard by the bald head riding on his body, and his face was covered with blood.

The entire circle area was covered in blood.

The bald head was also tired, and finally stopped panting and asked:

"Xiaobi, have you taken it?"

The scorpion lowered its arm, revealing a bloody face that looked extraordinarily oozing.

After waiting for a while, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spat on the bald face.

This completely angered the bald head, and he angrily clenched his fist and smashed it into the scorpion's head again.

I could clearly see that when he swung his fist this time, it was with spiritual power.

"Bang bang bang!" came with a muffled sound of fist smashing, blood splattering everywhere.

If the fight continues like this, the scorpion will surely die.

I frowned slightly, my mind turned, and I had quietly summoned the Blue Dragon Sword, hiding it on the side of my waist.

As long as I give an order, the Qinglong Little Sword will immediately take the bald head's life, but it will also expose myself in an instant.

Who knows, at this moment, the head of the head of the sect, who had not been silent, suddenly stepped forward and pulled his bald head.

The bald head was red-eyed, and his body was full of anger.

When he was dragged up by the head coach, he tried to break free and continued to pounce forward.

was kicked out by the head coach, rolled and almost fell off the cliff, and then calmed down a little.

Judging from this kick, the head of the head of the sect does have the strength of the five grades of Linglian, and it is not a parallel import.

He looked at the scorpion, which was covered in blood and was dying, nodded and said:

"You've passed!"

As he spoke, he went up to the scorpion and stuffed a pill into his mouth, then got up and looked at the others.

I was surprised by this result.

Not only me, but even Scorpion himself, other rookie disciples, and even his teaching assistant, found this behavior a little incredible.

I've heard the assistant say before that the head coach is actually new and doesn't like to kill.

This made me feel a bold thought, could this head coach be the same as me, not a person in the Blood Pavilion?

(Good night)