Bai Fan's body was stiff, and he couldn't lift up a trace of strength at all. The same is true of the boss www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion, who collapsed on the ground in pain, panting heavily, and couldn't even move. But besides them, there was also a little fat man.

Bai Fan smiled bitterly, unable to tell whether he was laughing at himself or regretting it. By all accounts, he has almost done the best of everything. But is it necessary to pay the price of blood for the softness of his own heart?

I can't tell, the way is unknown, it's like a reincarnation, and everything is back to the original starting point. If he was asked to choose again, would he go and kill the little fat man? Bai Fan asked himself, even he didn't know the answer.

With a smile on his face, the little fat man walked step by step, and at this moment, it was finally his turn to dominate the life and death of others!

"What are you doing in a daze? Kill him for me. The boss scolded.

A loud slap sounded, and this time, it was the little fat man who beat people, and it was the boss who was beaten.

"Why the hell do you dare to hit me?" the boss was furious, this person who had never been looked down upon by him dared to hit him.

"What about beating you?" The little fat man seemed to want to return all the slaps he had received before in one go, and slapped the boss a few more times, and sneered: "Believe it or not, I killed you?"

"You....?" The boss pointed at the little fat man, and suddenly he couldn't speak.

He and Bai Fan fought to the exhaustion, and life and death at this moment were indeed in the hands of the little fat man. Whether it was Bai Fan or him, as long as the little fat man was willing, he could take their lives at any time.

"As long as you kill him, our previous affairs will be written off. The boss was also a little subdued at this time, and said: "Don't forget that you and I have a yin death mark in our bodies, if you kill me, the sect will die and there will be no place to bury." ”

"I don't have a Yin Death mark in my body!" the little fat man laughed. The words were soft, but they were full of chills in the ears of the boss.

How could this be? Without the mark of Yin Death, no one would know that the little fat man killed him.

If he had known that the little fat man did not have the mark of yin death in his body, he would have slaughtered the little fat man a long time ago, and there would have been no such situation at all, and let his own life be in the hands of the little fat man.

How can this be? All the disciples of the Yin Si Hall will have the mark of Yin Death in their blood, this is an immutable truth, but how can this dead fat man not have it here?

The boss couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to think about it, the sword light slashed, bringing up a string of blood flowers, and the little fat man cut off his head with a sword in the boss's surprised look.

"Surprised, wasn't it? Actually, I wanted to kill him for a long time, but I didn't have a chance. The little fat man said lightly, as if he was explaining to Bai Fan. "My name is Dongfang Mo, what about you?"

"Bai Fan!"

Dongfang Mo was not originally a disciple of the Yin Si Palace, but later his sect was destroyed by the Yin Si Temple, and he was also taken prisoner, and after planting the / Yin Death Mark, he became a member of the Yin Si Palace.

But what puzzled Dongfang Mo was that a strange force appeared in his body, dissolving his death mark.

A day later, Bai Fan's injuries recovered a little and he found Xiao Ying again.

Xiao Ying's injuries are almost recovered. However, what made Bai Fan strange was that Xiao Ying gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity at this time, and as for the specific reason, Bai Fan couldn't say clearly.

Dongfang Mo did not come out with Bai Fan, but changed his previous appearance of being afraid of death, and even wanted to go deeper to find some heavy treasure. In his words, he is fed up with this fate of being slaughtered by others, even if he dies, he has to fight to the death like Bai Fan.

A few days later, Bai Fan returned to the Lingquan Sect and went to the Hall of Merit to hand over the task.

"Unqualified!" the elder said ruthlessly.

"What, Elder, you can see clearly, I have already killed the giant wolf and obtained the snake tongue grass, why is it not qualified?" Bai Fan took out the identity token and showed the recorded scene to the elder to see.

"Your mission: to retrieve the snake tongue grass in three months. The elder said disdainfully, "Then let me ask you, where is the snake tongue grass? Have you retrieved it? Or do you not know what 'retrieval snake tongue grass is'?"

"But.... But..."Bai Fan still wants to fight. But the elder ignored him at all, and directly ignored him: "You can come back next year, the next one!"

Unexpectedly, Bai Fan died nine times in his life, almost lost most of his life, and finally completed the task with difficulty, but in the end, he worked hard at his own expense, and he couldn't become an inner disciple.

"I/Damn, isn't I just an inner disciple? I'm not rare!" Bai Fan brushed his sleeves out, extremely depressed in his heart.

Time passed day by day, and the disciples who had gone out to practice slowly returned. Jin San and Leng Xuan also completed the tasks one by one, and successfully became inner disciples, and their identities became more noble.

The identity tokens of the disciples of the Lingquan Sect are divided into five colors, the tokens of the lowest-level new disciples are all white, while those of the inner disciples are black, and the core disciples and inheritance disciples are blue and cyan respectively, and only the saint and the Daozi are red.

The difference in the color of the identity token represents the difference in identity, which is clear at a glance.

Jin San, since he was promoted to an inner disciple and his identity token turned black, he often took out his identity token and showed it in front of the disciples of the White League: "See, my token is black." ”

He seemed to be like a proud peacock, extremely proud.

Leng Xuan was still cold, although he didn't show off everywhere like Jin San, but he also had his own way, directly pinning the identity token to his waist, and the identity of the inner disciple was clear at a glance.

Not only here in the White League, but also the newly promoted inner disciples of other Inner Sect Disciples such as the Law Enforcement Hall, Caiyun Pavilion, and the Hall of Merit, all of them were excited, as if it was a grand event.

In fact, this situation occurs every year, just like the usual practice, but it is just an unintentional move by these people in order to highlight their dignity, and it will naturally fade after a while.

With Mr. Whitebeard's defeat of the two masters in one battle, Bai Fan also took up a lot of light here, and the number of disciples who joined the White League became more and more.

On this day, Bai Fan was studying the Jiuyang Ancient Map in the secret room, and Jin San suddenly broke in: "Big brother, today Bai Meng has accepted a new disciple." ”

When Jin San arrived, he wanted to ask Bai Fan to go to Zhenyi Town, so that the disciples in the alliance could see the demeanor of a peerless figure who broke the record of the sect, and promote the prestige of Bai Meng.

....

"Everyone be quiet!" Jin San and Bai Fan arrived, which immediately caused an exclamation and ignited the enthusiasm of many disciples of Bai Meng.

"Big brother, take out your identity token!"

Bai Fan didn't know Jin San's intentions, but he also knew that Jin San had a lot of ideas, so he didn't care too much, took out the token, and handed it to Jin San.

Jin San took it smoothly, his expression became dignified, and he roared loudly: "See, my eldest brother, that is, the leader of our alliance, broke the record of the sect within a year, and he is actually a peerless Tianjiao figure, and this identity token is..."

Jin San said as he spoke, but found that the cheers he had imagined did not appear, and the disciples in the alliance seemed to have seen a ghost, with some strange looks on their faces.

"Is there something wrong?" Jin San was a little puzzled, and when he turned around, he found that Bai Fan's identity token was still white.

"White? Shouldn't it be black? Isn't it true that the eldest brother didn't complete the task? didn't become an inner disciple?" Countless thoughts suddenly flashed through Jin San's mind, and his face turned dark.

What the hell is really embarrassing! Jin San originally wanted to help Bai Fan show off, but he didn't expect it to be self-defeating now.

"I can't get off the stage at all. Jin San's heart was galloping with thousands of grassy horses, and he hurriedly threw the identity token to Bai Fan.

At this time, there was silence in the audience, Bai Fan also reacted, and wanted to take over the conversation, but his face suddenly turned red, and his mind seemed to be broken, and he didn't squeeze out a word for a long time, so he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

The embarrassment is too big, and he will be slapped in the face if he can't pretend to be forced! Bai Fan glared at Jin San fiercely, and ran away as if flying.

"That's... Disperse first today!" Jin San said embarrassedly, and disappeared in an instant. Offstage, there were a few disciples, holding their blackened identity tokens, looking up, a little confused.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles! This thing spread like a hurricane in an instant.

"Have you heard? Bai Fan is just a new disciple, and he failed to pass the assessment of the inner disciple. ”

"I still need you to say, I was there at the time, not to mention how embarrassing that scene was. If I were him, I would have hit my head and died. ”

"It's amazing, hahaha!"

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In the past few days, Bai Fan has simply not dared to go out. No matter where he went, there would always be a few disciples who appeared, holding blackened identity tokens dangling in front of him, like silent mockery.

What's even more outrageous is that once, when Bai Fan was walking halfway, there was a disciple holding a black identity token, shouting at him, shouting: "Five Lingyuan stones, you can buy a black identity token, hurry up if you want it, first come, first served!"

The angry Bai Fan really wanted to slap him to death directly.

Since then, Bai Fan has had no choice but to close the door, out of sight and out of mind. But in his heart, the desire for the black identity token has reached its peak, and he vows that after his own identity is promoted, he must show off in front of everyone, raise his eyebrows, and exhale.

But next time, it won't be until a year later that Bai Fan will have a chance. He can't go out all year long, Bai Fan is really distressed.

What's more, the devil knows what task the elders of the Hall of Merit will take to make things difficult for him at that time. If next time, he still can't advance, Bai Fan didn't dare to think about it anymore, as if a deep haze was buried in his heart, he shook his head and sighed lightly.

This taste is even worse than being beaten up!