After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the early second-level people changed their expressions one by one, and some wanted to escape at the last moment, but the middle-aged man's next words made them lose their hearts.

"If you don't want to become a traitor in Baibao Pavilion, you can choose not to play!" The middle-aged man seemed to have seen through many people's thoughts and stood in the air and said coldly.

When he heard this, no one dared to escape, so he had to go to the stage obediently.

There are more people in the early stage of the second stage than in the early stage, with fifty or sixty.

"It's ready! Ten thousand swords return to the sect, suck!"

After seeing that everyone was together, the middle-aged man shouted loudly, and the same scene as before appeared again.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect and come out!"

It was similar to the previous scene. When the middle-aged man shouted out, countless sword energy crisscrossed and shot towards the people on the ground.

A wave of wailing like a pig slaughtered sounded again, and in a blink of an eye, they all fell down, and there was no one standing there.

“It’s so difficult!”

"How can this kind of assessment be passed!"

"Unfair, this assessment is simply unfair!"

The first stage of the second stage was completely wiped out. Not to mention that the people on the stage were wailing in pain, even those off the stage were frightened.

"Hmph, a group of pigs can't even bear this. What's the use of keeping you in Baibao Pavilion? Drag them all down and drive them out of the mountain gate!" After seeing that no one in the early stage of the second level was left, the middle-aged man seemed to have a real fire and asked loudly.

"No, you can't do this!"

"Ah, this can't be passed at all!"

The wails of the early second-level people became louder, but they had no choice but to be dragged down like dead dogs.

"Go to the stage in the middle of the second stage!"

After ousting all the early second-level people off the stage, the middle-aged man shouted coldly.

"Is this guy's cultivation level only at the second level mid-stage?"

However, when Li Kun saw a face that made him unhappy and familiar in the crowd, it was Qu Lin.

Li Kun was very suspicious that the bad things in Qu Lin were the same as the young master Ma who appeared with martial arts.

“Are you ready?”

The middle-aged man stood in the air, his tone asking in a colder tone.

The man on the stage didn't even dare to put a fart, but just looked at the middle-aged man above with fear.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash! Ten thousand swords return to the sect, suck!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and used the Wanjian who made everyone feel like a nightmare.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect and come out!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and countless sword energy shot towards the second-level mid-stage disciple on the stage.

"It's so scary!"

"It's too strong, I can't defend it at all!"

"No, I admit defeat!"

"ah!"

After personally experiencing the horror and power of the sword energy of the Wanjian Guizong, these second-level mid-stage disciples changed their faces one by one. Many people were injured by the sword energy without even having time to make defense.

Because the power of the sword energy displayed by the middle-aged man is one level higher than the participants, the disciples in the second-level mid-stage stage also fell and almost wiped out.

After just a few breaths, all the disciples on the stage lay on the ground, wailing in pain.

However, it is obvious that the quality of the disciples in the middle stage of the second level is much higher. Even though many people fell down, there are still three people standing. Although they have suffered varying degrees of injuries on their bodies, it is enough to show that they are of extraordinary strength.

"Okay, very good! You didn't disappoint me. If you were like your previous disciples, then the competition would not be necessary! You can get the healing pills, and the second-level peak people are ready." The middle-aged man finally said with a smile on his face after three disciples could stand.

"Um?"

Li Kun, who was in the audience, seemed to have nothing to do with Na Qu Lin. He stood there with a relaxed look on his face, and looked at Li Kun from time to time with a very bad look.

"The second-level peak comes to the stage!"

After the disciples in the second-level middle-level second-level disciples were exposed, the middle-aged man once again announced that the disciples at the second-level peak came to the stage.

It seemed that he was interested in keeping his hands. This time, only three of them were eliminated at the peak of the second level, leaving more than ten people.

Soon, from the early stage of the second level to the peak, nearly twenty people passed the assessment.

After the second-level peak assessment was over, the first level was still not over. The middle-aged man stood in the air and said lightly: "I know that many of you have low-key disciples, so they like to hide their cultivation. Then, let the second-level perfect disciples come to the stage to undergo the test!"

After seeing someone from 66 Xuxu, Li Kun also followed him up.

"Junior Brother Li!"

"Senior Brother Li!"

As soon as Li Kun came on stage, he found two old acquaintances, one was Chen Dan's friend Zhu Wei, and the other was Murong Cheng.

The two of them were not surprised at Li Kun's coming to the stage. Instead, Li Kun looked at them with some surprise. He knew that both of them had good cultivation, but he did not expect that they had the same hidden cultivation as him.

The two seemed to have been seen through by Li Kun, and Zhu Wei explained awkwardly: "Haha, the water of this Baibao Pavilion is deep and the trees are big, so he has to act low-key!"

Murong Cheng, who was standing beside him, also responded and said, "Yes, yes."

Li Kun looked at Murong Cheng with a smile and asked, "Tsk tsk, I admit that Brother Zhu Wei is low-key, but Brother Murong is not right, right?"

"Haha, Senior Brother Li is joking. Just call Brother Murong. Don't call me brother, I can't bear it!" Murong Cheng said a little embarrassedly.

"By the way, how are you doing?"

Li Kun was too lazy to continue to joke with the other party. Murong Cheng was also a person with a clear relationship and asked with some concern.

"Oh, it's hard to describe it!"

Murong Cheng shook his head and sighed sadly, it was obvious that things were not optimistic.

"Don't chat, you two, if you have anything to say, it's not too late to go on and say it!" Zhu Wei, who was standing beside him, took the initiative to remind him and said with a serious expression.

"Well, Junior Brother Li, you have to be careful later. Wu Dao is famous for being cruel in Baibao Pavilion. You can tell from the disciples in front of him. We must be careful later." Murong Cheng also looked slightly at the middle-aged man in the air and reminded Li Kun.

"So this guy is called Wu Dao!"

Li Kun silently wrote down the middle-aged man's name in his heart, and prepared to defend himself.

"Okay, very good. I didn't expect that there were so many talented disciples hidden in the inner sect of my Treasure Pavilion, with a total of twenty-three people in the second-level perfection!" Wu Dao in the air looked at the twenty-three second-level perfectionists on the stage, and said loudly, as if he was very happy, but no one noticed the sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to take action! Wan Jian returns to the sect, suck!"

After Wu Dao finished speaking, he used the Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect as before...
Chapter completed!