Chen Lin understood clearly in his heart.

The person in front did not come out, but called the number through the person in charge, which meant that the examiner had died in the sword pool.

If so.

Then his guess just now was wrong.

The swordsman assessment is also very dangerous.

Thinking of this, Chen Lin was also a little worried.

In terms of true strength, he will have no problem passing the assessment, but he is not a pure swordsman and will be targeted by the sword pool. He does not dare to use other means. It is not easy to pass the assessment.

But right away.

Chen Lin's belief became firm.

There is no turning back when the bow is drawn.

If the swordsman cannot be tested, then the identity of the swordsman must be obtained, otherwise there is no way to go to the central continent.

As for going to Jiange in other cities.

That would waste too much time, and the sword pavilions are all related, so it may not be possible to go elsewhere.

"Huh?"

Chen Lin was thinking when he suddenly heard a startled sound from the person in front of him.

He looked over.

Then he saw the three people in front of him looking at him in surprise.

"This friend is very unfamiliar. I wonder which sword hall he comes from?"

The man next to Chen Lin asked curiously.

"There is no sword hall, just a casual cultivator."

Chen Lin responded with a smile.

"Rogue cultivator?"

The man raised his eyebrows.

Then he glanced at the swordsman passage and asked tentatively: "If I read it correctly just now, it seems that you are going to participate in the swordsman assessment, and the assessment is over so quickly?"

His question was also what the other two people wanted to ask, and they both stared at Chen Lin waiting for the answer.

"No."

Chen Lin is still smiling.

But there was no further explanation.

The man felt a little unhappy, but he couldn't tell what Chen Lin meant, so he nodded and said nothing more.

The woman at the front of the queue glanced at Chen Lin's hand.

I saw that sign.

His eyes moved and he said: "The little girl Ye Qinghua is a swordsman at Ye's Sword Hall. If you are interested, you can join our sword hall. The treatment will definitely satisfy you."

"certainly."

"Only if you can survive."

Hearing her words, Chen Lin had a strange expression on his face.

According to the teahouse owner, Chu Fuhu’s brother-in-law is the owner of Ye’s Sword Hall. If the other party knew that he had killed Chu Fuhu, I don’t know what his expression would be.

"Okay, if I'm lucky enough to pass the exam, I will definitely consider joining."

"Hahaha!"

Chen Lin's words made both men laugh out loud.

Same goes for Ye Qinghua.

None of them thought Chen Lin could pass the assessment.

It is simply wishful thinking to dream of becoming a swordsman without even having the identity of a swordsman.

There are indeed some people who are unwilling to become white-robed sword cultivators, but they are extremely rare. In the sword world, white-robed sword cultivators are the foundation and have unimaginable privileges. If you don't become a white-robed sword cultivator, you can only live an ignoble existence.

Chen Lin didn't care.

He even laughed with the three of them, diluting the urgency of waiting with laughter.

"Next!"

The indifferent voice in the room sounded again.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Ye Qinghua's face looked very ugly.

After hesitating for a long time, he still sighed and said bitterly: "Today is not suitable for assessment, so I will not participate now. You can take over."

After saying these words, Chen Lin felt that the other party's aura suddenly dropped a lot, and the sword intent on his body seemed to be stained with dust, without that clear feeling.

He knew that the other party would suffer a lot from this decision.

The most important thing in swordsmanship is will. You must have the courage to defeat thousands of people. If your will is taken away, it will not be easy to recover.

Ye Qinghua herself also knew the situation.

He didn't stay any longer and walked toward the exit with a gloomy face.

Chen Lin looked at the remaining two people.

The two people's faces were also ugly, and they were hesitant about whether they should go in or not.

"You two are already afraid. If you challenge us again, you have no chance of winning. It's better to leave now. It won't be too late to come back when you're ready."

Chen Lin spoke calmly.

Both of their faces turned red.

A little surprised, a little embarrassed.

Still a little angry.

But after meeting Chen Lin's eyes, he didn't dare to obey and left in disgrace.

Chen Lin walked to the door and pushed it open directly.

"Um?"

As soon as I entered the house, I heard an unhappy voice.

Then a man with sword-shaped eyebrows came into view. He also had a sword-shaped mark between his eyebrows. The sword robe on his body was embroidered with three golden flowers. Although his aura was restrained, it gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.

"I've met my lord."

Chen Lin saluted respectfully and handed over the sign in his hand.

Seeing the sign, the sword-browed man's expression softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "According to the sword girl's request, in order to more strictly select talents, the strength of all sword pools has been increased by one level. You have to think carefully. Once you enter,

There is no chance of going back."

"Back to my lord, I'm ready."

Chen Lin responded calmly.

Now that you're here, there's no reason to back down.
Chapter completed!