Bai Jing looked at him with his hands behind his back, looked at him with a sigh of relief, and listened to him saying he had no regrets.

In his eyes, he was still cold and ruthless.

"After you leave after you finish the assessment that day, Brother Yan Wu will give us a task."

Bai Jing bowed his hands and said, "Your three insights, as well as Yan Beihan's and Feng Yun's, let us choose one of them and comment on them."

"I chose yours."

Bai Jing said.

"Ah? Thank you, Master!"

"So next, you just need to defeat me and you can get my comments." Bai Jing said.

“…”

Fang Che looked dirty.

Defeat you?

If I can defeat you, what's the use of my comments?

"I will adjust my cultivation level to the second-grade peak of the Holy King; but you can only use the Ice Soul Spirit Sword."

Bai Jing said: "If you use the Ice Soul Spirit Sword to defeat me at the same level, you can get my annotation. This condition is still loose, right?"

Fang Che smiled bitterly: "The ancestor respects his disciples very much."

"If I look down on you, how could you be here?"

Bai Jing said for granted: "It is only a basic condition to defeat me at the same level. So I mentioned the peak of the second-grade Saint King. You are just the second-grade. If you defeat me like this, you can barely pass, and it cannot be said to be excellent."

"Ah?" Fang Che's eyes widened.

"Because my qualifications are not the best. So how can you be considered excellent if you defeat me at the top of the second grade?"

Bai Jing said: "If you can defeat me, who is the Holy Emperor, you can be considered outstanding."

Fang Che looked at the old devil with a dark look.

I just think it's farting in my heart.

Not so playful. Bai Jing who defeated the Holy Emperor?

Fang Che didn't think so at all now.

"bring it on."

Bai Jing actually pulled out a sword and said lightly: "Don't think I like you very much, don't think I gave you face, and don't think I've made up for the regrets of the Yin Shen Palace because of you."

"But if you can't beat me, who is the second-level Holy King, you will die. There will never be any luck. Even if you are evenly matched, you will be dead. Because you are useless like this."

Bai Jing looked at Fang Che's face with cold eyes: "Don't think your undercover agent is so important, I will kill you without any hindrance. Even if Feng Yunyan Beihan, I can't do it.

kill!"

"Do you understand?" Bai Jing asked coldly.

"Disciple understands." Fang Che took a deep breath.

"If you understand, come on."

Bai Jing's sword was shocked, and a strange cold suddenly came to his face: "Let me see your Ice Soul Spirit Sword. This is not a dispute for you, but a life-and-death battle."

Bai Jing's white clothes are as snow, his long sword is as silver, and he is in a high cold and high above.

"Go on."

Fang Che took a deep breath, and the Emperor of Nether appeared in his hand automatically, and the cold air suddenly rose and howled.

"The disciple offended him."

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Bai Jing looked calm, but his eyes were a little doubtful about life.

Failed!

This bastard is this second-grade Saint King? Why is it so powerful? The ice cold sword energy actually suppressed and controlled the ice cold sword energy at the peak of the second-grade Saint King!

It’s not that you can’t lose.

Before this battle, what he even longed for the most was that Night Demon won him.

But I still can't accept it if I really lose: I lost too quickly.

And the Night Demon obviously confiscated and beaten.

Master Bai's face was a little hot and couldn't get through.

Bai Jing took a deep breath and said, "Very good. You can get my comments. Now I'm a passing grade. Next, I will upgrade to the fourth level of the Holy King to test whether you can achieve it.

excellent."

"The disciple is already satisfied with passing the exam." Fang Che said.

"If you defeat me, who is the fourth grade of the Holy King, I will pass on your Ice Soul Magical Art. Defeating me is the threshold for the Ice Soul Magical Art!"

Bai Jing said coldly.

"bring it on!"

Bai Jing's sword light flashed and took the lead in attacking.

A quarter of an hour later.

Bai Jing couldn't help scratching his head.

The peerless magical skill controls your face and does not turn red.

Lost again!

I'm awesome!

This ancestor lost again!

"Very good, you are qualified for the Ice Soul Divine Art."

Bai Jing said viciously: "Next I will mention the sixth grade of the Holy King. If you win, I will directly pass on the ice spirit cold soul at the bottom of your box! That is the origin of my name in this life! It is also the true successor of my robe and mantle!"

"Disciple is frightened."

"Come on! Stop talking!!"

Bai Jinghan had a face and attacked directly.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Bai Jing stood in the wind with his sword in his arms and was completely messy.

Wo Day!

This deputy chief leader... lost again!

This time the battle was fierce and it was evenly matched. But from the second half, Night Demon's sword took the initiative.

Moreover, the cold air actually became in power under the pressure of Bai Jing.

A mighty counterattack.

Bai Jing accidentally scratched his arm.

Looking at the cracks on his sleeves and a white mark on his arm, Bai Jing's eyes clearly appeared with a look called "confused".

For a moment, I forgot to speak.

“Hahahahahahaha…”

A series of hilarious noises rang out.

Sun Wutian, who had been watching secretly here, appeared, covering his stomach and wiping his tears.

"Oh... I'm damn... Hahaha... I can't hold on, I really can't hold on. Lao Bai, you really opened my eyes today."

It can be seen that Sun Wutian obviously has to hold back.

But, I can't help it anymore.

Especially after he caught Bai Jing's confused expression in his eyes, Sun Wutian could not help it.

"I can't laugh anymore, I'll suck it if I laugh again... Hahahaha... I'm going to laugh to death, I'm going to become the first big devil in my orthodox church to laugh to death... Woohahaha..."

Sun Wutian squatted on the ground with his stomach covering his stomach and beat the ground with one hand.

Bai Jing started to move and held his sword.

Finally, amid Sun Wutian's hilarious hilariousness, he forced the sword to be put away as if nothing had happened.

He said lightly: "Is Master Sun a Protector, is it funny?"

Sun Wutian squatted on the ground with his stomach covering his stomach and looked up: "It's not funny, haha..."

Bai Jing snorted and said, "Why aren't you?"
To be continued...