Dai Zijun was thirsty and hungry, and now that he was blown by the cold wind, he almost cried.

He didn't dare to break into the mountain gate of Lingyun Sect, so he could only shout to the bodyguard: "Uncle Kun, think of a way, I want to go in, otherwise, I will freeze to death here."

Mao Kun was also in a dilemma for a while, although he felt that his strength was good, but it was absolutely impossible to fight against a mysterious sect like the Lingyun Sect. But Dai Shao's request, he had to find a way to solve it.

While he was scratching his head, suddenly, his eyes fell on a dilapidated pavilion on the side of the mountain gate, his eyes lit up immediately, his face was full of joy, and he said, "Young Master Dai, I have a solution."

"What way?" Dai Zijun looked expectant.

"Master Dai, you'll know it just by looking at it." Mao Kun smiled, got up and walked towards the pavilion.

The dilapidated small pavilion is located in a remote place on the side of the mountain gate. Due to years of disrepair, the pavilion looks a bit dilapidated, with cobwebs around it and many traces of bird droppings.

Mao Kun walked forward confidently, knocked off the spider web, and then his eyes fell on a one-meter-large leather drum in the pavilion, and he was about to reach for the drumstick next to the leather drum.

The disciple of Lingyun Sect guarding the gate was a little strange at first when he saw Mao Kun's movements. Seeing him picking up the drumstick at this moment, he couldn't help but think of something, he was startled suddenly, his face changed drastically, he rushed over quickly, and stopped him: "Put down the drumstick quickly, what are you going to do?"

Mao Kun did not put down the drumstick, but smiled and said: "I heard a long time ago that Lingyunzong has a rule. No matter who you are, if you ask Lingyunzong for something, you can go to the side of the mountain gate and beat this drum. Then, after passing the assessment of Lingyun Sect, you can let the sect help you fulfill your wish."

"The rules of the Lingyun School haven't been abolished, have they?" Mao Kun looked at the young disciple.

The disciple was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and said, "No waste."

The rules of Ling Yunzong were established very early on. It's just over twenty years later. Following Gu Lingfei's murder and defection, Ling Yunzong gradually declined and became less popular. In addition, Ling Yunzong's attitude towards ordinary people has always been very good, and he tried to help as much as he could, so the leather drum has not been sounded since then. If Mao Kun hadn't mentioned it now, these young disciples would have almost forgotten that there is still such a rule in the sect.

"Then I'll play the drum, no problem!" Mao Kun was about to play the drum immediately.

The disciple's expression became tense, and he hurriedly said: "Beating the drums is fine, but our relevant assessments have always been difficult. You should think about it carefully?"

"What assessment?" Mao Kun asked.

After all, no one has played drums for many years, so the disciple didn't know what the rules were, so he turned around and went back to report.

Mao Kun was not in a hurry, faced the crowd, and then explained the rules of Ling Yunzong.

Immediately, it aroused everyone's interest. Many people either let bodyguards or went to the battle themselves, and expressed their interest in it, and they would also beat the drums later.

Some people are already thinking about their request after beating the drum, whether to ask Lingyunzong to let them live in, or to ask for the medicinal materials that are always cherished, or to ask the Taoist priest of Lingyunzong to accept themselves as a disciple.

A group of people were still thinking excitedly. The disciple came back after asking for instructions. His face was a little cold. He glanced at the lively crowd, glanced away, and finally said loudly: "The requirement for the assessment is that the four inner disciples of the Lingyun Sect jointly Under the attack, if you sustain a hundred strokes, you are considered qualified."

As soon as the words fell, four disciples in blue robes came behind the disciple. These disciples are imposing, and they are not vulgar at first glance.

Suddenly, many people hesitated.

At this time, an inner disciple glanced at the crowd and said loudly: "Let me tell you in advance, of the four of us, two of us have reached the late stage of the yellow class, and the other two are in the middle stage of the yellow class. The realm is not far away. If you are confident, you can come and challenge and give it a try."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar at the scene. Those people who were so excited just now all changed their expressions drastically, and then retreated.

Although many of them have hired warrior bodyguards, and their strength is not bad, they are at the middle of the yellow rank at most. At this moment, Ming's siege against two mid-stage Huang-level and two late-stage Huang-level masters is definitely not an opponent.

In an instant, the excited people backed away with regret on their faces.

Mao Kun was also slightly hesitant at this moment, as if he was considering whether to quit. But Dai Zijun couldn't take care of that much, he swept away the crowd, especially when he saw Fade Chen and Huo Dongwei talking intimately, he was so angry that his head burst into flames, and said ruthlessly: "Uncle Kun, you must pass."

When Mao Kun heard this, he nodded immediately, his face became serious, and he walked towards the four disciples. He has the strength of the late Huang level, if he fights against these four disciples, he will definitely only end in defeat.

But Mao Kun still has confidence if he survives a hundred moves. After all, he has been in the late stage of the yellow class for several years, and he has been traveling and working hard for many years, so he thinks that he has rich combat experience.

"I am willing to accept the assessment, come on!" Mao Kun stepped forward and said loudly, which immediately aroused everyone's discussion, some were envious, some were excited.

Dai Zijun suddenly felt a radiance on his face, and stood up with a complacent look on his face, with his hands behind his back, he said loudly, "Uncle Kun, I'm waiting for your good news."

Immediately, he turned to Fade Chen, his eyes fell on Huo Dongwei, and he said with an affectionate expression: "Weiwei, wait until Uncle Kun passes the assessment. Come in with me! You are a star, you can't suffer here Frozen and hungry."

Huo Dongwei turned cold, and said, "No, I'm willing to stay here." After speaking, she twisted her body and got closer to Fade Chen.

Seeing this, Dai Zijun's face darkened, his cold eyes fell on Fade Chen, and he said coldly: "Weiwei, wasn't that guy very majestic just now? But now, he doesn't dare to make a move at all, he's a coward. This kind of person, It's no good for you to associate with him."

"Dai Zijun, Fade Chen is my friend, I don't allow you to insult him like this." Huo Dongwei said coldly.

Dai Zijun sneered, "Insult? Am I wrong? Uncle Kun makes a move and will pass the assessment soon. But as for him, let's not talk about whether he passes or not. He doesn't even dare to get up and try. This is not a coward or anything."

When Fade Chen heard this, he couldn't help shaking his head. I just felt that since Ling Yunzong stopped everyone, there must be my own reasons, and I was not in a hurry to go in at all, so I didn't stand out, but I didn't expect to be called weak by this Dai Zijun.

"Why are you shaking your head, you are a softie, you are not qualified to be by Weiwei's side." Dai Zijun sarcastically said.

Fade Chen said coldly: "Who am I, you don't need to worry about it. You want to worry about yourself, your bodyguard may not pass the examination."

"Joke! Uncle Kun has the strength of the late Huang level, not to mention victory, but it's no problem to survive a hundred moves. You are weak, don't think of others as you are." Dai Zijun looked proud and said to Fade Chen taught.

But at this moment, there was a scream of "ah" not far away. Everyone turned their heads, and then they saw Uncle Kun, whom Dai Zijun said was sure to win, flew upside down with blood spurting from the corner of his mouth, and fell beside Dai Zijun, his face extremely pale.

Suddenly, the scene was silent.

Dai Zijun, who was full of pride just now, seemed to have swallowed a worm in his mouth, his cheeks were distorted, and his expression looked extremely ugly.