Nine Desolate Sword Demon

Chapter 569
The two came to Kuotian Square, and at this time, the place was already full of people, dragging families with their families, people and dragons mixed together, and it was very noisy.

"Come on, let's sign up over there."

Although there were a lot of people, and the line was so insane, it couldn't stop Mu Qingyu. With a small token, Mu Qingyu went straight to the front of the registration office with Peng Ye.

It was only at the end that Peng Ye found out that this token was an official brand of the Spirit Sword Sect, and this Mu Qingyu was already an introductory disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

"Report your name," said the examiner.

"Mu Qingyu."

"Peng Ye."

"I didn't ask you to report. You don't have a token on you. Go and queue." The examiner raised his head and looked at Peng Ye impatiently.

Mu Qingyu on the side frowned immediately, and was about to pat the table, but was stopped by Peng Ye and threw away a gold card, "There is 100 million in it, I don't know if this gold card can pass."

The current gold coins are already inexhaustible for Peng Ye. During the few days in the Eastern Desolation Emperor's Capital, he went to the property owned by the fat man and took several Amethyst cards and dozens of gold cards.

Although the universe is infinite, gold coins are unified and work equally well wherever they go, so gold coins can save a lot of trifles in the world of mortals for self-defense.

"Go to the back hall and wait." Sure enough, the examiner carefully put away the gold card and winked at Peng Ye.

Mu Qingyu was still frowning. How could the Spirit Sword Sect tolerate such a money-grubbing person, who just wanted to mess with him, but was picked up by Peng Ye and taken away.

on the way.

"What are you doing? Let me go! How could my Spirit Sword Sect have such a shameless person! I'm so mad!" Mu Qingyu said.

"Taking a step back, the sea and the sky are wide open. He hesitated just now in his eyes. It can be seen that he must have difficulties at home, and he bought it with gold coins. He understands that such a person will not make it to the end after passing the first test." Peng Ye said.

"When I go back to the Spirit Sword Sect, I must read his book. If I make a mistake, I will make a mistake. I will not give up." Mu Qingyu gritted his teeth and frowned.

Peng Ye didn't speak, Mu Qingyu was still too young, and she didn't understand the rules of the world, but it was good, keeping innocence and being kind, there were not many people like this.

At least Peng Ye is no longer this kind of person. He still remembers what Lan Zhan said. It turns out that a person can really become the person he hated before without knowing it.

A tent, here is one of the marquis halls.

When Peng Ye saw the young man he met at the inn before, Mu Qingyu also frowned and looked at Peng Ye, but she found that Peng Ye didn't have any mood swings.

"Yo, it's really a meeting in the mountains and rivers, you and I meet again?" This young man was dressed luxuriously, and his manners and conversations were very in line with the image of a scumbag.

Regarding this person, Peng Ye directly chose to ignore him, turned his head to look at Mu Qingyu, and said abruptly, "Are you a friend?"

"Pfft." Mu Qingyu couldn't help laughing at Peng Ye, who was asking questions knowingly. This guy's embarrassing slap in the face really hurts.

I saw the young man on one side, his face changing from blue to purple and green, and there were other dignitaries and dignitaries in the tent looking at him, and he really made a fool of himself for a while!
"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that the young master of our great nobleman of the Pan family would have times when he would be deflated?"

"Hahaha!"

There was laughter in the tent.

Pan Hong's complexion was even worse, with a sullen forehead and trembling body, he was about to explode. You must know that he is twenty this year, and his cultivation has already entered the Dao Palace. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is already a genius.

"I'm not going to compete with you for the advantage of words, I'll see who is better after a test." Pan Hong calmed down, and said to the person who was sitting and laughing again.

Pan Hong's calmness surprised Peng Ye a little, and he muttered to himself, "This young and vigorous person should have a well-trained mother."

"How do you know?" Mu Qingyu next to him said in a daze, "He is a famous family in Tusu City, son of the Pan family. He lost his father since he was a child, and his mother Pan Jinlian took over later."

"I'm just guessing randomly." Peng Ye heard the word Pan Jinlian and returned to nature after being a little startled. In fact, history is often written by people, not seen with his own eyes. He is not qualified to discuss a person's good or bad.

A few hours passed.

"Everyone go to the square to gather." A middle-aged man in priestly robes came to the tent and said to some twenty young people among them.

Mu Qingyu and Peng Ye immediately left the tent together with the crowd.

The general rule is the same as when Peng Ye entered and exited the Yaoqi Academy. Both civil and military examinations are taken. First of all, literature. If a person has no knowledge, even if he becomes a monk, he will not be welcomed by others, and it will become a disaster.

This is the consensus of the world of cultivating immortals.

Of course, Peng Ye couldn't be troubled by any problem. Wenbi was promoted soon, and Mu Qingyu was no exception.

Unexpectedly, the young and energetic Pan Hong was the first to be promoted, which shows that he still has some talent.

"Wen Bi let you pass by luck. Don't run into me when Wu Bi competes. Otherwise, under the prying eyes of everyone in the world, you will be trampled underfoot." Pan Hong looked at Peng Ye who was on the side, feeling ruthless in her heart.

Peng Ye ignored it, and waited for the final promotion to go to the Spirit Sword Sect, asking the questions he wanted to ask.

"I didn't expect you to be so talented." Mu Qingyu looked at the bearded young man next to him with admiration, but he didn't know how Wu Bi was.

She couldn't sense Peng Ye's cultivation now, and thought that Peng Ye was just hiding his cultivation in a low-key way, but it wasn't, in fact, she couldn't detect it at all.

Time passed little by little.

Soon the text competition will pass, and the next martial arts competition will begin soon, and the opponent will be determined by drawing lots.

Pan Hong was very fortunate that he didn't get what he wanted. The opponent was not Peng Ye, but Peng Ye's opponent was a son of a well-known family, and his cultivation talent was also a top existence in Maoxing.

He is only 20 years old, and his cultivation level has reached the level of a dragon, and he is only a short chance to break through to the realm of great power, and he is on an equal footing with some of the elders in the world of mortals.

"That young man in black robe and white hair, I'm afraid he will be in trouble. He unexpectedly met Young Master Fusu in the first round."

"It is said that Fusu, the son of this son's family, doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't know the severity of his methods. As long as he offends him first, he will not end well."

"It seems that he is indifferent to the world and doesn't like to talk, but he is so strong and ruthless in his bones!"

Everyone said so, most of their eyes were cast on the other side of the arena.

Mu Qingyu was also worried at this time, the young master Fusu was indeed difficult to deal with, a character stronger than her in the younger generation.

On an arena.

Peng Ye and Young Master Fusu faced each other, and they didn't speak much, only the sound of the breeze passing between them.

"You can start now." Peng Ye looked at the disheveled son Fusu, and calmly spoke first. He could feel the ruthlessness and indifference in the son Fusu's heart, and even a kind of arrogance.

(End of this chapter)