In the room, Zhan Wuque opened his eyes and looked at the person coming.

"Boy, I live a very comfortable life. I actually hid in the room to practice. Do you really treat myself as an outer disciple?"

In the moonlight, Zhang Dashuai looked at Zhan Wuque sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed and sneered.

"As a traitor disciple, you must have the awareness of a traitor disciple. If you want to practice, you must finish your work first!"

"Go and wash all the clothes by the river immediately!"

Marshal Zhang pointed at Zhan Wuque and said sternly.

"Haha, there are a lot of clothes by the river. This kid has to wash until dawn."

"Newcomers must have the awareness of newcomers. Don't we all come here like this?"

"I've been so arrogant on the first day. I should teach him a lesson!"

He laughed and spoke with the few people.

"roll!"

Zhan Wuque glanced at them and said coldly.

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine!"

Zhang Dashuai's face darkened, "It seems that he must see blood today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Marshal Zhang immediately rushed towards Zhan Wuque. There was a silver hook in his hand. He was very lucky and swung it hard, and the hook immediately swung it towards Zhan Wuque's shoulder. Obviously, he wanted to destroy Zhan Wuque's arm.

Seeing that this person was unaware of the attack on him, Zhan Wuque's eyes flashed by with murderous intent.

"bass!"

A snow-white sword light suddenly appeared in the dark wooden house, like a white horse, suddenly pulling out.

"laugh!"

Blood was sprayed, his broken arm was raised, and Zhang Dashuai kept retreating while covering his wound.

"Bang!"

The silver hook fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

"Brother Zhang!"

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

The people were shocked and hurriedly supported Zhang Dashuai.

They hadn't figured out what had happened yet, they only knew that Jacky Cheung had just taken action and then quickly retreated and became what he is now.

"Go, go quickly!"

Zhang Dashuai and his men hurriedly retreated.

When he came outside, Mr. Zhang finally breathed a sigh of relief and said hatefully, "I'm so sorry, I've misunderstood. That kid is the half-step King of Martial Arts. If it weren't for being in the sect, he would have been killed by that kid just now."

"Ah! What should I do?"

When the rest of them heard this, they couldn't help but panic.

Most of them are middle-level disciples of errands, Zhang Dashui is a senior disciple of errands, and the top level of martial arts masters, and even Zhang Dashui is no match for them. What can they do?

"The revenge of the broken arm must be revenged!"

Shuai Zhang looked back at the wooden house under the moonlight, with hatred in his eyes.

"I'll call Brother Meng, you guys are waiting here!"

Shuai Zhang turned and left.

After a while, Jacky Cheung rushed back, and there was a black-faced man with him.

"Brother Meng, that kid is inside!"

Shuai Zhang pointed to the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, his eyes getting even more angry.

At this time, his wound had been simply bandaged.

"Brother Meng!"

"Brother Meng!"

The waiting few people quickly greeted him.

Meng Cheng is the one they call Meng Ge, who has half-step martial king cultivation, and is a popular player in this assessment.

"We are all waiting here. I'll meet him when I go in," Meng Cheng's face looked a little serious.

After all, the opponent is like him, and he is half-step Martial King.

But his brother was cut off by the other party, and no matter who was right or wrong, he could not sit idly by.

Meng Cheng walked towards the wooden house.

After just entering, less than a breath, Meng Cheng flew out of the wooden house and fell to the ground.

"Brother Meng!"

"Brother Meng, are you okay?"

The few people were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help Meng Cheng up.

Meng Cheng looked confused.

As soon as he entered the door, he didn't even see clearly, and was slapped out.

Now that things have come to this point, he didn't know that Zhan Wuque is an existence he could not afford to provoke.

It was not until this time that the rest of the people saw a bright red slap on Meng Cheng's face.

They were shocked just now, and the surroundings were dark at night and they didn't see it for a while.

Everyone looked at each other.

Could it be that Meng Cheng was just slapped by that kid?

Deep thinking is terrible.

How strong is that kid?

"This person is too strong and will definitely pass the assessment and become an outer disciple!" Meng Cheng was helped up and spoke slowly, his face very ugly, "From today, you can't provoke him again!"

"But, what should he do with his work?" someone asked.

Every traitor disciple will be assigned to some dirty and tiring work to a greater or lesser extent.

Generally speaking, new disciples have to work a lot more.

"You guys have to ask me this? You guys will divide his work evenly!" Meng Cheng's face darkened, "And you, let me find trouble for nothing!"

"Bang"!

Meng Cheng slapped Zhang Dashen hard.

"You guys kneel down in front of me and admit your mistakes until dawn!"

Meng Cheng thought for a while and said coldly.

"What?!"

"Brother Meng, it's too embarrassing to do this!"

"Yes, if someone sees us, we will not be able to raise our heads among the servants!"

When a few people heard this, they said in surprise.

"You know, I suspect he is already the King of Wu, and it is a foregone conclusion to become an outer disciple. If you are not afraid of being settled by him in the future, you will be killed directly. Let's leave now. I don't care about this!"

Meng Cheng left with his hands.

Several people were stunned on the spot.

There was no way, they could only kneel in front of the wooden house.

In the world of warriors, the strong are prey on the weak. They offend those who cannot afford to offend, and even Meng Cheng cannot save them, so they can only kneel down and beg for mercy.

Inside the house, Zhan Wuque just glanced outside slightly, then took his mind back, and never took them to heart from beginning to end.

He waved his hand gently and suddenly a pile of storage bags appeared in the house.

These are the spoils of the Battle of Light.

After half an hour of sorting out, Zhan Wuque finally finished sorting out.

He put three dagger-shaped objects aside, which were carried by the killers of the Blood Killing Palace and were tokens to prove their identity.

In addition, there is a small pile of tokens, which are the tokens of the identity proof of the Ghost Chuizhai Gate.

These things can be replaced with contribution points in Guiyi Sword Sect, and in Guiyi Sword Sect, contribution points are the most common things.

Finally, Zhan Wuque took out half of the black crescent moon, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This crescent moon is just the length of the thumb, it seems to be made of some kind of jade, or the teeth of a monster, and its whole body is pitch black.
To be continued...