Demi-Humans Cultivating Demons: I Use My Own Corpse To Refine Bones

"Passed the assessment! Listed as an outer disciple!"

The chief examiner's old face was filled with ravines, and he tried his best to squeeze out a smile towards the young man.

“Performed very well!”

Mo Bai looked calm, with a hint of regret in his tone:

"too weak."

"..."

The chief examiner's smile froze, as if he didn't expect the young man to answer like this.

"It's quite interesting."

"Next person!"

Assessment continues

Mo Bai walked towards the assessment success area and glanced around.

The outer disciples suddenly felt that they were being targeted by a ferocious beast. They all lowered their heads, and many of their eyes showed the intention to please.

"you're good!"

A clear and sweet voice broke the gloomy atmosphere.

Looking around, it was the 'girl with many treasures' who looked at Mo Bai like a monster.

As if she felt that this sentence was not enough to describe it, Princess Qinghui added another sentence.

"Like a monster!"

He stuck out his tongue playfully.

No magic weapon was used, only the true energy was used, and with just one punch, the ferocious and violent skeleton general was blasted into powder.

The disciples present felt that this was a scene they never dared to dream about.

The description of 'monster' couldn't be more apt.

At the same time, he also had an incredible feeling about the high quality of Mo Bai's Qi and the length of his Qi.

However, they were still somewhat wise and did not inquire into the details.

Otherwise, Mo Bai doesn't mind writing them down one by one and looking for opportunities to get rid of future troubles.

"You're good too."

Based on the principle that you respect me an inch, I will respect you an inch, Mo Bai praised Princess Qinghui.

"No, I'm far behind you."

Even so, the smile on her lips didn't mean she was depressed.

Her pretty face, as white as jade, snickered like a child, so pure that people couldn't help but want to care for her.

This made many young disciples around him immediately fall in love: It's so beautiful.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and Mo Bai's eyes became softer.

However, I still have some doubts in my heart:

"How could this girl be so simple and happy with just a compliment?

She doesn't look like a disciple from an aristocratic family, but looks like a lady who is not familiar with the world. "

Princess Qinghui's beautiful eyes were shy, but unfortunately they collided with Mo Bai's soft gaze, and her pretty face turned slightly red.

"Senior Brother Mo, you can call me Junior Sister Qinghui. We are already fellow disciples."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were really staring at the young man, and the jade hand holding the scabbard was faintly white.

Mo Bai looked helpless and understood what the girl meant.

"I understand, Junior Sister Qinghui."

Hearing the sound of "Qing Hui", the girl smiled brightly, as if flowers were in full bloom, pure and beautiful.

"Yes, Senior Brother Mo."

As if he had just noticed the attention of the disciples around him, a blush quietly appeared on his jade neck. He quickly lowered his head and pretended to play with the scabbard to cover up his shame.

at this time,

The girl lowered her head and held the sword, looking shy and pregnant, which was enough to make any normal man's heart flutter.

No one could notice that at the moment when she lowered her head, the girl's black eyes were bright and clear, and her beautiful face was expressionless, showing no trace of shyness.

"Maybe I think too much."

The girl's reaction was simple, and Mo Bai temporarily put aside his inner doubts.

He immediately glanced around with a cold look.

The surrounding disciples all turned their eyes elsewhere, which made the girl relax a little.

"It's surprisingly simple, such a pure young man."

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, Princess Qinghui opened her red lips slightly and let out a soft breath.

From time to time, he raised his head and peeked at Mo Bai. His pretty face was pure and shy, trying to hide it.

This made many young disciples feel strongly jealous of Mo Bai and wanted to show off their prowess.

But thinking of Mo Bai's terrifying combat power, he immediately stopped all activities and did not reveal anything about it.

For a moment, the area became eerily silent.

In the middle of the main hall, the assessment continues. After all, no servant disciples or disciples from aristocratic families can escape. Some people are lying dead in the main hall, and some people have successfully passed the test.

Especially among the last group of people, several royal disciples of various dynasties emerged, with a lingering aura.

Although he is far inferior to Mo Bai, he is enough to dominate the Qi training level, and he even has several human-level magic weapons in his hands.

Instead of using the strategy of consuming the skeleton general's demonic energy, he killed them head-on. He was really powerful.

"Too weak, still too weak."

Mo Bai shook his head regretfully. He had thought that among the tens of thousands of qi-training monks, there would be guys who interested him, but unexpectedly they were all "mediocre" characters.

I wonder what the expressions of those outer sect disciples who call themselves 'geniuses' would be like when they hear Mo Bai's inner evaluation.

...

Finally, the assessment is over.

Among the tens of thousands of qi-training monks, only 17 disciples of the outer sect were born, 12 of whom were promoted by disciples from aristocratic families, and 5 were promoted by disciples of handymen;

Among the 121 ordinary outer disciples, 89 were promoted from disciples of aristocratic families and 32 were promoted from servant disciples.

"The assessment is over, have any disciples applied for a death match?"

An examiner shouted loudly, and the eyes of the disciples present were unanimously focused on Ji Mang and Mo Bai.

"Do you tacitly agree that I am the leader of this group of handyman disciples?"

Mo Bai was not surprised. The strong were respected, so it was not a bad thing to represent the outer disciples who were servants.

More importantly, he was happy to make Ji Mang pay the price for his arrogance.

"Ji Mang, come out."

Mo Bai took a step forward, his whole body was boiling with white energy, and the disciples around him quickly moved out of the way.

Another gaze focused on the figure. Ji Mang's face turned pale, his expression was extremely ugly, and he had not moved for a long time.