People in the chat group, girlfriend Ma Xiaotao

Chapter 25 Inner Court Assessment
At this time, Ma Xiaotao looked at Bu Jinghong and said carelessly: "What about you? What are you doing in the inner courtyard today?"

"To take part in the inner courtyard assessment!" Bu Jinghong answered as if it was a matter of course.

"No," Ma Xiaotao widened her ruby ​​eyes, "I remember that you just awakened your martial spirit a while ago, didn't you?"

"Yes!" Bu Jinghong nodded subconsciously.

"Then how is it possible that you have reached level 20 so quickly?" Ma Xiaotao asked in disbelief.

"Secret." Bu Jinghong put his hands behind his back and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Old Bu, you really dare to brag." At this time, a laugh was heard, and a quite handsome middle-aged man strode over and said to Bu Qianjun.

Bu Qianjun glared at him unhappily: "Chen Tianhua, you old brat. Don't disbelieve it, my offspring is stronger than yours."

Ling Qingshuang bent down and whispered in Bu Jinghong's ear, "That guy's name is Chen Tianhua, his martial soul is the Soul Chasing Sword, and he has been on par with your father since the events in the academy. Although they are friends, neither of them has ever given in.

Chen Tianhua is a sensitive attacker, while your father is a strong attacker.

One of them is good at speed and sharpness, and the other is good at strength. So they always fight when they meet. "

At this time, Bu Qianjun had already jumped up and said, "Son, open your spirit ring and let this old guy see it!"

Bu Jinghong was helpless. With a sword chant, he obtained the peerless sword. Two purple soul rings were moving rhythmically up and down.

The moment the two purple soul rings appeared, Yan Shaozhe, Ma Xiaotao and Chen Tianhua all stared at Bu Jinghong.

In addition, Bu Jinghong even felt that several auras were locking onto him.

Apparently, during this assessment, the elders of the Poseidon Pavilion in the original novel were also secretly examining him.

Looking at the two purple soul rings that appeared on Bu Jinghong's body, Chen Tianhua couldn't help but stiffen for a moment, and then he said stubbornly: "Bu Qianjun, you shameless man, why are you so proud?

The thousand-year soul ring belongs to your son, not you.

When I go outside, other people’s children all say how great my dad is.

You are such a grown-up, but you are still shouting to others how great my son is. Can you please have some shame?"

"Mr. Chen, you are jealous. Blatant jealousy."

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While Bu Qianjun and the other two were arguing, Shaozhe had already taken out a crystal ball for testing soul power from his arms and walked towards Bu Jinghong: "Don't worry about those two guys for now, your dad and Chen Tianhua, they always quarrel whenever they meet, and they never stop.

Come, test your soul power. This is the first item of the assessment."

Bu Jinghong did as he was told and reached out to touch the crystal ball. He saw the entire crystal ball first glowed brightly, and then with a click, it shattered into glass shards on the ground.

Everyone present was stunned.

Bu Jinghong was also surprised. Really, this was too high-profile.

And Yan Shaozhe was even more stunned: "Jinghong, are you above level 30?"

"No," Bu Jinghong shook his head firmly to deny: "Maybe my martial soul is of higher quality and my soul power is purer."

Yan Shaozhe nodded, reluctantly accepting Bu Jinghong's explanation. Then, Yan Shaozhe said, "The next item is the actual combat assessment. There is a saying in the inner courtyard: any data is pale and powerless in the face of real combat.

Therefore, Shrek accepted the rubbish that only had the rank but no fighting power. "

"Jinghong, I will personally conduct your combat assessment this time..."

"Wait, Lao Yan!" At this time, Chen Tianhua's voice rang out: "Let me try the quality of this little guy myself!"

Bu Qianjun was stunned for a moment, then angrily said: "Mr. Chen, what are you thinking? Are you planning to do something bad to my son?"

Chen Tianhua's forehead was full of black lines: "Bu, have you had enough of making trouble? I am a great Titled Douluo, how can I be so irritating with a child? I simply don't like you!

He carries a big, black, thick iron stick around all day, which really brings disgrace to our handsome swordsmen."

"Ugh!" Bu Jinghong was speechless. Unexpectedly, the source of their conflict was here.

However, although my father's Thousand-Edged Sword is a bit thicker, it has nothing to do with the big, black and thick iron stick.

However, Bu Jinghong also admitted that his father did not quite fit his impression of a man wearing white clothes as white as snow, with a three-foot-long sword, and roaming the world freely.

How should I put it? If most people's impression of swordsmen is that of Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng, who are dressed in white as white as snow, then my father is the world's number one swordsman, Yan Nantian.

He is masculine, resolute and heroic, but he is definitely not the kind of swordsman that people usually imagine.

If people didn't know in advance that Bu Qianjun used a sword, most people would think that he was of the same type as Boss Qiao.

"Alright," Ling Qingshuang stepped out to smooth things over, "Qianjun, stop arguing, and let him be in charge of the test! This will also save people from gossiping about you shielding your son.

If he dares to do something dirty, I will go talk to Xiao Yue'er later."

Bu Qianjun burst into laughter and said, "Yes, how could I have forgotten this? You are a henpecked husband, and your wife and Qingshuang are close sisters.

Come to think of it, I remember Xiaoyue said that she wanted to be my son's godmother! Hehe, if you dare to hurt my son this time, you'll end up kneeling on the washboard."

"Hey, I'm talking to you two. Why are you using tricks? Forget it, don't accuse me of bullying a kid. I won't use any soul power. I'll only use ten moves. No matter what tricks this kid uses, as long as he can hold on, he'll pass."

Bu Qianjun thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Seeing Bu Qianjun agreed, a strong red light suddenly rose from Chen Tianhua's body. It was a pure blood red.

The moment this blood-colored soul power appeared, Bu Jinghong only felt that he smelled the scent of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Chen Tianhua narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Bu Jinghong. There was a hint of blood in his eyes, and a sharp aura, with a momentum to slaughter all living beings.

He extended his right hand with the index and middle points pointed forward. Suddenly, a streak of blood light shot out, and the blood-colored soul power released from his body was drawn by it and was instantly integrated into the blood light.

It was a sword, a thin sword about three feet six inches long and only an inch wide.

There is no hilt on the slender sword body, but there are three blood grooves.

Looking at the thin sword, Bu Jinghong felt vaguely familiar with it. He seemed to remember that a similar martial spirit had appeared in the original work of Douluo Dalu II.

(End of this chapter)