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

"waste!

"Next!"

"Next!"

...

"waste!"

"waste!"

...

Soon, all the disciples from the aristocratic family who had great confidence in themselves completed their examinations.

Among nearly a thousand people, only ten were lucky enough to kill the Skeleton General, and two of them died from serious injuries. In fact, only eight of them became outer sect disciples.

There are 57 people who are self-aware of themselves.

After persisting for one stick of incense, he decisively stopped and was successfully admitted as an ordinary outer disciple.

As for the handyman disciples, they were accustomed to hiding, and no one took the initiative to stand up.

"No one took the initiative to participate?"

The assessor seemed impatient.

"In that case, let's start from you, go from left to right, and proceed in order.

If you want to go in advance, you can jump in line! "

The examiner pointed to the handyman disciple on the far left and said.

"me..."

This handyman disciple's zhenqi was very thin, and it looked like it was the impurity used when he made a breakthrough. His face was pale at this moment, and he did not dare to enter.

"If you don't enter the venue within ten breaths, you will be deemed to have failed the assessment!"

The examiner's face became even more impatient, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

The handyman disciple gritted his teeth and stepped into the central area.

Then, the skeleton will appear and directly pierce it with a claw, unable to even hold on for five breaths.

"Next!"

Then, dozens more handymen appeared tremblingly,

Some persisted for four breaths, some persisted for six breaths, and the highest one persisted for nine breaths...

Without exception, all assessments failed.

"Next"

....

"A lowly handyman is so lowly that he can't even hold on for a few seconds!"

Ji Mang's eyes grew more disdainful as he watched.

Different from before the assessment, Ji Mang was already listed as a disciple of the outer sect at this time, and people around him believed that he was indeed qualified to be proud.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ji is right.

Low, so low! "

Several monks nearby who were enrolled as ordinary outer disciples all expressed their approval in order to hug Ji Mang's calf.

This made Ji Mang's expression even more arrogant. As the first person to pass this assessment, his mentality expanded extremely quickly.

At this time, the head is hot and the voice is high:

"If you ask me, these lowly servants are not even qualified to be our slaves. It is a waste of time to let these losers take the test."

Princess Qinghui frowned slightly. She wanted to refute, but she fell silent after looking at the approval expressions of the disciples from the surrounding families.

"Haha, it's an unexpected surprise this time."

The examiners were all Dharma cultivators, and Ji Mang did not lower his voice deliberately. The examiners could clearly hear his sarcastic words.

Among them, several examiners had dark expressions on the spot, and there was a hint of a tendency to take action.

Needless to say, these examiners must have been promoted from handyman disciples.

"Don't worry, there are real geniuses among the handyman disciples this time."

This time the chief examiner spoke, and he temporarily blocked the plans of several examiners.

"If you don't take any action, then we'll help him."

The examiners with dark faces secretly made a seal, and Ji Mang's sarcastic voice actually appeared in the ears of every handyman disciple.

Due to the praise and approval of the disciples from the surrounding aristocratic families, Ji Mang suddenly felt that he had mastered the secret of becoming the leader of this group of people.

Didn’t you see that Princess Qinghui was silent?

"...When I am promoted to the true successor, I must propose to the sect that the resources spent on miscellaneous disciples every year be allocated to us, the real core of the sect..."

Ji Mang skillfully began to use future interests to win over current forces.

Just when he was about to say something, a clever disciple from aristocratic family,

They found many handyman disciples staring at them with murderous intent in their eyes.

"...Mr. Ji, something seems wrong."

Ji Mang realized later and found that he was being glared at by tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, and he shuddered all over.

Then a burst of anger suddenly surged out of his heart, and he yelled:

"How dare you, a mere lowly handyman, glare at me!

Are you seeking death? "

There are ruthless people among the handyman disciples, and there are always some lunatics who don't even care about their own lives.

This time, the servants were completely excited. Even if the examiner was present,

"Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

"Wait a minute, I'm going to cut you into pieces!"

"Even if you fail the test, I will kill you!"

"..."

Even Mo Bai, who prides himself on being peaceful, also became angry at this time.

"quiet!"

Demonic energy rose behind the examiners, and overwhelming pressure swept over them. The handyman disciples were instantly suppressed, but the anger in their eyes burned even more intensely.

The examiner's words made Ji Mang mistakenly think that the examiners, or some of the examiners, were on his side, well... that was actually true.

"A bunch of lowly trash!"

Ji Mang cursed secretly. He was not afraid of the hostility of the handyman disciples, because his goal was to obtain the position of leader of the disciples of the aristocratic family, and the two sides were already in opposition.

Moreover, he believed that a mere handyman disciple who had extraordinary strength and had never even touched a magic weapon was expected to be unable to block his attack, which made him even more unscrupulous.

However, Ji Mang never expected that what he just said would be spread to the ears of the servant disciples by the examiners using their magic.

Many of the servant disciples began to spit fire from their eyes.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, the chief assessment officer began to speak:

"This chief officer has added a new rule. Outer disciples and sequential disciples after promotion will have an opportunity to fight to the death unconditionally.

So, continue now! "

Suddenly, the atmosphere among the handyman disciples was different. It was no longer lifeless as before, and many people actually started to take part in the assessment on their own initiative.

"Failed the assessment!"

"Failed the assessment!"

...

"Recruit outer disciples!"

...

"Failed the assessment!"

"Failed the assessment!"

...

"Recruit outer disciples!"

...

Mo Bai watched everything on the sidelines. Amidst the constant failures, information about the success of the assessment came out by chance, and he sighed in his heart:

"Anger is also a force that inspires potential, sometimes more powerful than fear."

There was also anger burning in his heart.

...

"Master Ji, something's not right."

Among the disciples of the aristocratic family, someone pointed out the few handyman disciples who had passed the examination and kindly reminded Ji Mang.

Unexpectedly, Ji Mang had an angry look on his face, and the folding fan in his hand glowed coldly:

"Do you think these lowly handymen will be the opponents of this series of disciples?"

The disciple of the family who kindly reminded him quickly shook his head.

"No, no, how could it be?

They are worth less than a finger of yours. "

Ji Mang then put away the folding fan. He was not a brainless person.

He knew by heart the moves used by every handyman disciple who passed the examination.

Moreover, his true energy was far stronger than theirs, and he was blessed with human-level magic weapons. He really didn't know where he might lose.

"Death fight?

I'm waiting for you to die and help me achieve my goal! "

His eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light.