perfect beast

Chapter 137
Before Zhang Beichen said that he wanted to snatch the brand names of these freshmen, these disciples didn't know what was going on, but now it seems that everything is clear.

In the inner sect trials, after all, there are only a limited number of old students participating in the blocking, so there must be only a few new students who grab the famous brand.

Therefore, there is a practice in the sect, that is, disciples who can keep their name tags from being taken away will also be eligible to become disciples of the third battalion of inner sect disciples.

Although you can only exchange rewards if you win the famous brand of old students.

However, these disciples valued more on being able to become inner disciples than rewards.

Although the inner sect said that only 600 of the more than 30 outer disciples who participated this time could become inner disciples, it is impossible for the inner sect to only recruit such a small number of disciples.

Otherwise, sooner or later, the inner sect will be short-lived.

Moreover, the old students who came to participate in this trial were all from the third battalion.

Because the first battalion is the genius battalion of the inner sect, it is impossible for those old guys to let these favored ones waste their time to participate in such a meaningless inner sect trial.

The third battalion of the inner sect is also a garbage camp, that is, those remaining disciples who have been selected will be assigned to the third battalion to enrich the strength of the inner sect.

These sixteen disciples received the new student name tags distributed to them by Zhang Beichen, and all of them looked extremely excited.

As long as you have two famous cards on your body, even if one is taken away, you still have one, and you can successfully become an inner sect disciple.

After getting the name tag, the sixteen disciples retreated. They planned to go down the mountain and wait for Zhang Beichen to give them a signal before going up the mountain again.

The remaining ten people are Zhang Beichen, Duan Chao, Dou Man, Qin Lingxi, Mu Xi, Duan Muxiong and the four stronger disciples who joined the Yimeng later.

The disciples who were able to stay were all very excited, because being selected by Zhang Beichen meant that they might be able to join the second battalion.

Of course, they did not dare to have any extravagant hopes for joining a genius camp like the first battalion.

However, the second battalion is also a master battalion, and it should not be underestimated.

According to the previous practice, only five people are expected to join the genius camp.

Those who join the genius camp are all the favored ones of heaven, and will receive the most abundant resources of the sect.Those who are talented and fully trained by the sect, those who join the first battalion will become the pillars of the entire sect, and the imperial decree will become the elders of the sect.

Next, Zhang Beichen didn't know what kind of strength the blocking team he arrived with would be, but he firmly believed in one thing, that is to break through some obstacles and become a member of the first battalion.

Because only by becoming a disciple of the first battalion can one enjoy better training.

It is also absolutely helpful for one's own ideals.

"Wake up and take power in the world, and lie drunk on the lap of a beauty!"

This is Zhang Beichen's lifelong ideal, and his current goal is to strengthen his own strength and compete with Su Luo, who has become the Queen of the Central Empire.

Thinking of Su Luo, Zhang Beichen gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes and muttered: "Su Luo, I will make you regret it."

Just as the ten volunteer disciples were about to rest in the dark night, suddenly, fires lit up one after another.

"That's them, they're the garbage team from the [-]rd Battalion."

"Haha, I finally found them. Come on, surround them with me."

Following the sound of a young man's voice, these guys with torches surrounded Zhang Beichen with ten people.

However, Zhang Beichen had already guessed who these people were.

When these people gathered around, Zhang Beichen didn't feel anxious at all. He even sat on the flat stone and said calmly, "Are you here to avenge those three people?"

The young man in the lead was obviously taken aback. He never expected that someone would recognize his group in this dark night.

However, at this time, the situation in which the more bullies the less has formed, so he said without fear: "Knowing what to do, although the disciples of our first battalion encountered two blocking attacks, we also lost eighteen brothers. But now we still have 22 brothers. Why, don’t you accept it? Sleeping Laozi’s first battalion has a lot of disciples participating in the inner sect trial. Haha..."

Under the light of the torch, the young man walked out slowly.

With a smug smile on his face.

However, Zhang Beichen didn't take him seriously.

No matter how powerful he is, he is just an outer disciple.

There is nothing to be afraid of at all.

"Boy, report your name, Grandpa, I will not accept nameless souls under my sword."

Zhang Beichen stared at the boy, and uttered a cold voice.

"Haha, Zhang Beichen, you are still pretending when you are about to die, grandpa, I will tell you my name today, and let you be a ghost who understands.

Laozi's name is Zeng Xianqing, and he is the leader of the first battalion this time.Those who are sensible, immediately kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, otherwise, the genius disciples of our first battalion will crush your trash disciples of the third battalion.Ha ha……"

Zeng Xianqing knew that he was very arrogant, and he almost didn't treat these disciples of the third battalion as adults.

In their eyes, they really only regarded the disciples of the third battalion as ants, ants that could be crushed to death at will.

Zhang Beichen stood up slowly.

He didn't speak, but the sword in his hand moved.

"Shh!"

Only the sound of the long sword cutting through the air was heard.

Then he turned around and continued to sit on the flat stone, without even looking at Zeng Xianqing.

However, at this time, Zeng Xianqing's eyes protruded from the lids, almost falling to the ground.

And he didn't say that arrogant word again at all.

All the disciples of the first battalion who were in charge were a little stunned.

They didn't know what was going on.

After staring at Zeng Xianqing for a while, he heard the sound of "Zi la la", and a stream of blood spewed out from the latter's neck.

Then, Zeng Xianqing completely fell to the ground like this.

"What? What kind of martial art is this, how can the sword come out so fast."

"Just killed our senior brother Zeng with a single sword? This is too heaven-defying."

"Yeah, what should we do now, let's just invest in it."

"Fuck off you motherfucker, I, Wang Wu, can't do it. Even if I die, I won't vote. We haven't completely lost yet. Let's fight them."

"If Wang Wu wants to fight, you can do it yourself. I will never make fun of my own life."

Speaking of which, the disciples of the first battalion also knew the horror of Zhang Beichen.

It turned out that they were so powerful, no wonder they were able to kill Xu Dingao, Qin Zhixiong, and Wan Chengpeng. Now that they saw Zeng Xianqing's death, they were terrified to the extreme.

Then they knelt on the ground one by one, kowtowed and begged for mercy.

(End of this chapter)