All my disciples are sand sculpture players

"call……"He Yiming opened his eyes and felt satisfied with himself.

My cultivation level is completely stable! Down-to-earth, without any fluff!

Next, all he needs to do is find a way to get a Foundation Establishment Pill, and he will have a great chance to break through and step into the Foundation Establishment Realm!

"Now I need to refine spiritual weapons. In addition, during the Northern Expedition, I recovered thousands of spiritual herbs from players, even less than half of which I have never seen before... I also need to start refining alchemy, and see what the players have researched by the way. Are there any new tricks?……"

"There are still twenty days before the end of the month. We can go on a few more Northern Expeditions. By then, the Lingshi mine will be dug out.……"

"Once the materials for upgrading the spiritual elixir are collected, the spiritual grass in the spiritual grass garden should also be mature, perhaps allowing all players to break through to the spiritual vein realm in one go!"

"The assessment at the end of the month will be absolutely stable!"

……

He Yiming thought secretly and felt that the future was bright!

Compared with when I came to this extreme wilderness alone and started on almost hell difficulty, the current situation is definitely great!

As soon as He Yiming walked out of the secret room, a player ran in and reported loudly

"Brother Ming, someone is looking for you. He says he is Wang Ping from Haotian Academy!"

"！"He Yiming's heart skipped a beat.

Why is Wang Ping here now?

Shouldn't it be coming at the end of the month?

Wang Ping is the notary of Haotian Academy, and his task is to assess and supervise himself.

Originally, Wang Ping was supposed to come at the end of the month and take him to Haotian Academy to take the assessment!

Could it be that...

He Yiming suppressed his uneasiness and strode out of the hall.

At this time, in Zongmen Square, the old man Wang Ping looked at the players in confusion.

"Wow, it’s a living NPC!"

"This old man looks so strong, I don’t know who is better in a fight with Brother Ming!"

"Didn't you see this guy's mount? Hold the grass, what a huge bird! It’s absolutely amazing!"

"This NPC comes to see Brother Ming. Is he going to start a new plot?"

"No way, right? The Northern Expedition has just ended and a new map has been opened? Hold the grass!"

"It's totally possible. Damn it, I've finished all my 1982 Cokes, and I have to buy another one quickly!"

……

Players, big and small, surrounded the old man Wang Ping, and they all talked in a variety of ways.

"？？？"At this time, Wang Ping was really confused.

Isn’t the Extreme Desolate Territory completely deserted?

Where did these little guys come from?

"Library Pavilion, Forging Hall, Martial Arts Arena……"Wang Ping turned his eyes and naturally saw the buildings in the sect, which was even more shocking.

Just ten days.

This He Yiming not only rebuilt the sect, but even recruited eighty-eight disciples? only……

"This disciple's steps are frivolous and he doesn't even have the most basic stance skills.……"

"That disciple is actually eating skewers? These guys actually opened a night market in Zongmen Square? Absolutely uneducated!"

"What are these disciples wearing, ordinary weapons? Or homemade? It’s so rough that it’s unsightly!"

"This... why does this disciple have a flat head? It’s so annoying!"

……

Wang Ping turned his eyes and discovered that each of these players had shockingly low qualifications, without any talent or special physique.

Especially when I saw a disciple whose head was flattened and whose face was unsightly.

But Wang Ping thought about it again and felt relieved again.

"That's right... In this extremely desolate area, it would be great if we could find people to join the sect... It seems that He Yiming is not selective about what he eats, so he recruited someone into the sect just by himself!"In Wang Ping's opinion, these players are all scum!

If placed in other domains, even the first-grade sects that are about to close down would not accept them!

Even if their talents are hugely different, they are all uneducated, and Wang Ping can tell them at a glance. It can be seen that these players have just started practicing, and they are simply the newbies among the newbies.

"He Yiming, this time, you can't escape the disaster!"Wang Ping silently felt sorry for He Yiming.

Because of the Haotian Academy's assessment, something unexpected happened!

"Senior Wang Ping, why are you here?"At this time, He Yiming just came over, so he asked

"He Yiming, I’m here to inform you……"

"Due to some reasons, Haotian Academy's assessment originally scheduled for the end of the month has been moved forward! You prepare well for the day. Tomorrow, you select four disciples and return to Haotian Academy with me for the first round of assessment!"Wang Ping suppressed his regret for He Yiming and calmly conveyed his mission

"The assessment is ahead of schedule? Why? The first round of assessment of every session of Haotian Academy will be one month later, right? Why is it that my session is advanced? Twenty days in advance?"He Yiming's face darkened.

The worst thing has happened!

Even with the system, he only established the sect in just ten days!

Originally, if there was an assessment at the end of the month, there would still be twenty days, but He Yiming was sure to let him The strength of all players has improved to a higher level!

By the way, various basic knowledge of cultivation, etiquette, etc. will be taught.

The most important thing is that they can receive 20 more days of sign-in rewards!

In this way, the first round of assessment at the end of the month , absolutely must pass!

But now...

Wang Ping suddenly appeared, notifying the assessment in advance?

He Yiming turned his eyes and looked at the players around him.

Among the players, there was not even a spirit pulse realm!

How could the first round of assessment be possible? Passed?

"Senior Wang Ping, this is so unfair to me!"He Yiming asked unwillingly.

He Yiming knew something. Except for himself, the chief among the top ten in Haotian Academy, all the others have backgrounds and backgrounds. I'm afraid that as soon as they leave Haotian Academy, there will be people behind them. A powerful sect was assigned to take over.

Their disciples were not just newbies who had only been practicing for ten days. They were all young people from big families and powerful forces who had been practicing hard for several years or even ten years!

But he started from scratch and established the sect in just ten days!

Ten days compared to ten years!

Even any monkey knows how big the difference is!

"Hey... He Yiming, get ready!"Wang Ping sighed, but couldn't tell He Yiming.

I heard that the assessment was advanced because of the instigation of the vice-dean.

And the vice-dean of Haotian Academy is Gu Changfeng's grandfather.

Gu Changfeng , is the third-generation Qiang who is second on this year’s ranking, and is crushed by He Yiming! His resentment towards He Yiming is so great that Wang Ping has experienced it personally.

Wang Ping knows it without guessing, It was Gu Changfeng who asked his grandfather, who was the vice-dean, to conduct the assessment in advance.

The purpose was naturally not to give He Yiming any time to develop, but to completely crush He Yiming to death!

Wang Ping jumped in the air and He found a high place to sit cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

He Yiming frowned and could only think about one question at this time.

Four places!

Who should be brought to participate in this crucial first round of assessment?