Ji Qianming compared the portraits on the information in his hand one by one. Until the end, the information of the two people in front of him still did not appear.

"No, you two haven't entered the genius ranks. Unfortunately, you were defeated..." Ji Qianming spread his hands helplessly, with an expression of regret that I was really sorry.

The two disciples looked at each other, and looked at Ji Qianming as if they were looking at a crazy person.

"Are you going out by yourself, or are we sending you out?" The two disciples sacrificed magic weapons and looked at Ji Qianming with a sneer. Although they couldn't understand what Ji Qianming was saying, in short, the spirit card had been obtained, and just clear him out.

Ji Qianming's lips raised, "I think it's better not to go out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Qianming's figure flashed behind the two of them like a ghost. Two night colors attached to their palms, directly shattering their body-protecting spiritual power and knocking them out.

The whole process was too fast, and the two disciples saw nothing, and they felt a chill on their necks, and their eyes fainted.

Ji Qianming used the Netherworld to destroy their cultivation, searched their property, and found three spirit cards, which totaled nine points.

He threw them into the mirror world to "experience life", Ji Qianming hung seven spirit signs on his waist and continued to walk forward. Every step he took would make a jingle sound.

It's like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

...

Inside the mountain and river fan, on the other side.

A black shuttle quietly cut through the space, flew into the mountain and river fans from nothingness, hovering steadily on the top of a green mountain. The tiny space crack in the air was quietly smoothed out, as if it had never appeared.

Two men and one woman jumped off the shuttle and looked around.

"Are you sure that Dugu Yunqi will not be discovered by Dugu Yunqi when he comes in secret?" Lin Zimu turned his head and looked at the hooded man and asked.

The hooded man smiled sinisterly, "Don't worry, I can even sneak in the imperial palace. This mountain and river fan is just a magic weapon, and I can't find me at all... My name as a 'Holy Steal' was not in vain."

An Qianxin picked two red flowers from the grass beside her, ran to Lin Zimu, signaled Lin Zimu to lower her head, and then inserted one of them into his hair.

"Xiao An, this mountain and river fan is very dangerous. Don't leave my side." Lin Zimu looked at An Qianxin, whose eyes were curled into crescent moons, and said softly.

"I understand." An Qianxin carefully held another flower in her hand and nodded obediently.

"Are you sure the president is here? What if he doesn't come?" The hooded man looked at Lin Zimu.

Lin Zimu shook his head, "From my understanding of the president, he cannot let go of such an opportunity to cause trouble. He must be in this mountain and river fan."

"The world inside the mountain and river fan is not small. How should we find him?"

Lin Zimu pondered for a moment, "Let's go casually first, wherever there is the most movement, we will go wherever we move."

The three of them walked for a while, and with the half-step divine consciousness of the God King level, they could clearly detect the movements of the nearby people, quietly avoided all the disciples, and wandered in the mountains and rivers like ghosts.

"These little guys are interesting... The Holy Son of Liyang Holy Land? He reached the realm of a half-step God King at a young age. He is indeed talented." The hooded man quietly watched the duel a hundred miles away through his spiritual sense and sighed.

"How can you become a saint without talent? These saints and saints are all stepping on tens of thousands of disciples in the sect. Their qualifications are excellent. In addition, the resources of the holy land are inclined, so it is not surprising that they become a half-step God King." Lin Zimu said lightly.

The hooded man smiled, "Yes, they are indeed far behind you, who rely on your talent, who are really talented... I remember you also attended the Ullamyan event before? Which one did you win?"

"First." A trace of recollection appeared in Lin Zimu's eyes, "It happened three years ago... Now when I come here again, I feel like things change."

"Three years ago, you were only seventeen or eighteen years old, right? You're so perverted." The man in the hooded man gave Lin Zimu a blank look, and was about to say something, but suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction, and exclaimed lightly.

Almost at the same time, Lin Zimu also looked over, his eyes full of confusion.

"That was...the half-step God King level fluctuation just now? Why are there so many?" The hooded man said with some uncertainty.

"It is indeed a half-step God King, about five or six, and they are all gathered together..." Lin Zimu's brow frowned slightly, "Strange, there are only about five geniuses of half-step God King level in this mountain and river fan. Why did so many appear there all at once? And they all flashed..."

"I'll go and take a look." The hooded man faded away, and even his breath disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

In the forest.

Six men in gray-red sect costumes looked at the dozen corpses in front of them silently, one of them looked so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip out.

"Can anyone tell me what happened just now?" He gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice, "Why is the Holy Son of Ziji Holy Land dead here?"

"They discovered us... regarded us as disciples of other sects participating in the Ullam Festival, and attacked us without saying a word." One of them explained hoarsely, "The Son of Zi Ji is also a half-step God King-level cultivation level. The disciples around him are not weak. We were forced to use our true cultivation..."

"Idiot!" he whispered, "They have gray beads to leave here at any time! They found that you are not disciples participating in the Ullam Festival, and they will definitely teleport out to report. If the mission fails, we will all die here! If I hadn't been secretly attacking, Dugu Yunqi would have discovered it now!"

The five men around him lowered their heads and remained silent.

"Forget it, fortunately they are all dead... No one knows our existence, first dispose of the body, and then disperse the action."

Several people began to destroy the corpses in an orderly manner. In just a few seconds, they completely wiped out the traces of the battle and the bodies disappeared without a trace.

Then the six people dispersed and went in different directions.

What they didn't notice was that behind the tree not far away, a figure was outlined, and he was pondering something with his avatar down.

After a moment.

"You mean, there is a mysterious force in this mountain and river fan?" Lin Zimu's brow frowned slightly.

"That's right, they are all half-step god king level. No sect can have so many half-step god king level disciples... They were caught by the disciples of Ziji Holy Land. In order to prevent Ziji Holy Son from passing the news, they did not hesitate to expose their true cultivation and kill them in seconds, so the breath just now just disappeared." The hooded man said his guess.

"Impossible... All those who enter the mountain and river fan must be registered. How did they get in?" Lin Zimu pondered for a long time and shook his head. "This Yulan event is definitely not simple. In short, our top priority is to find the president first."

"President... there should be no accident, right?" the hooded man asked with some uncertainty.
Chapter completed!