In that prosperous town, in the corner of the lobby on the first floor of the restaurant, the brothers Wu Wan and Dong Peng were having a drink facing each other.

Behind a wooden pillar not far away, two middle-aged men dressed as businessmen were laughing and clinking glasses. However, when Wu Wan and Dong Peng opened their mouths to speak, the voices of these two men always weakened.

The conversation over there was all about this competition.

"Senior Brother, it must have taken a lot of effort for Senior Sister Chunluan to help me get a place in the college entrance examination this time."

"That's right," Dong Peng said with a smile, "this is a martial arts class run by Lord Liuli God himself. How many people have sharpened their heads to get into it."

"It's quite stressful."

Wu Wan sighed: "My qualifications are only average and excellent. Liulicheng doesn't know how many talented people there are."

"Hey, let's go try it."

Dong Peng patted Wu Wan on the shoulder and said warmly: "If you don't give it a try this time, you will definitely regret it when you get old. Neither your senior sister nor I will have such a chance."

Just listen to Wu Wang saying: "Senior brother, how many recommended places are there?"

"More than three hundred."

Dong Peng said: "There are more than 300 people in the ground class, and you can choose one from almost twelve. You also have a chance. There are many talented and intelligent people, but they can't get the recommendation qualification. This is normal."

"Um."

Wu Wan nodded, his eyes still a little uneasy.

"Here, drink this cup!"

Dong Peng blinked at Wu Wan, who had a vague smile on his lips. After clinking glasses with his senior brother, he raised his head and drank it all.

"Senior brother, I went back to my room to meditate."

"We will set off early tomorrow morning," Dong Peng said. "Previously, Senior Sister sent a letter asking us to go to Liulicheng one day late. Although we don't know why, Senior Sister told us so, and we just listened."

"good."

Wu Wan and Dong Peng chatted for a few more words. Dong Peng called the waiter to pay the bill, brought a few more dishes, and went upstairs with Wu Wan.

They opened a total of two rooms, with men and women living separately and close to each other.

Wu Wan opened the door to his room with a calm expression. Senior Brother Dong Peng brought dishes to Senior Sister Qiuli and Jin Wei. After entering, they started talking and laughing.

Wu Wan didn't waste any time, picked up the package in the corner of the bed, turned over and lay down on the bed.

He closed his eyes and waited for a while, waiting for the feeling of being watched to subside. He immediately stuffed the package into the quilt, barely made a humanoid figure, and rushed to the previously opened window, sneaking into the night silently.

Although the martial spirit realm can be probed with spiritual thoughts, there is no systematic spiritual cultivation method in the martial arts handed down by the Martial God. From a slightly farther distance, spiritual thoughts can only be vaguely perceived.

In the scene downstairs just now, it was natural that he and Dong Peng were acting together.

The main purpose was to stabilize the group of people who had previously planned evil against them, and to explain why they suddenly returned during the day.

From the moment the opponent's spy was found by Wu Juan, the initiative was in Wu Juan's hands.

Who is the other party?

Why do you want to ambush yourself?

Wu Wang didn't know, but he was looking for this answer tonight.

In the night, two wealthy businessmen who had been drinking near him and Dongpeng got into a gorgeous caravan together.

Wu Wang's figure was like the wind, walking in the darkness of hundreds of lights, following the caravan slowly.

The caravan drove into the night outside the town, and a figure emerged from it, escaping in the direction of Liulic City at an extremely fast speed; Wu Huan was like a ghost, chasing closely behind this 'eyeliner' who was at the sixth level of the Martial Soul Realm.

"bell?"

"Master, I'm here."

"Protect Xiaowei."

"Don't worry! Nothing will happen to Xiaowei if something happens to you!"

Wu Wan nodded in relief, but felt vaguely that something was wrong.

Although he is an incarnation, is this little broken bell a bit too blatant?

Hey, it’s time to find an opportunity to teach this clock a lesson, otherwise the world will be turned upside down before your eyes!

At the same time, in a certain cloud in the sky, a strong man was lying on the cloud bed, holding a wine bottle, and looking at the cloud mirror in front of him leisurely, which showed Wu Wang chasing the informant.

"Yellow Bird".

Fortunately, this strong man was not targeting this incarnation of Wu Wan, he was just hiding and watching the show at the moment.

"How brave," the Martial God said in amazement, "But for someone who is at the seventh level of the Martial Soul Realm and dares to take the initiative, he is indeed the young disciple we like. Overall, it is too risky."

Well, it won't be a big deal if I slide my hand and hit a few thunderbolts later.

This is his territory, come and challenge him if you don't agree.

…

After a while.

In a forest more than ten miles away from the town.

The 'eyeliner' who was running so fast stopped, sweating slightly on his forehead, and cooed twice in the forest.

In response, a cooing sound came from the forest, and five figures fell from the trees, squatting neatly in the grass, bumping heads with the running informants, and whispering.

Two martial spirits, four martial souls.

There are quite a few ‘masters’ hiding in these dark corners of the Liuli Realm.

Wu Huan's ears moved and he heard their words clearly.

"Qingshan and his party received a letter from Senior Sister, asking them to enter Liulic City a day later. It should be to avoid the current tense situation in Liulic City. They are unknown people after all."

"Uncle, do you still want to proceed as planned?"

"Otherwise, what can we do," an old man at the third level of the Martial Spirit Realm whispered, "We arrived late, these are the only few candidates, and the others have entered Liuli City!

Liulicheng is unusual at this time, so it’s best for us to stay away from each other.”

"We might as well do it more simply."

Another middle-aged man in the Martial Spirit Realm whispered: "Kill this Qingshan and let a junior with a similar figure take over."

"It can't be like this," the old man said with a frown, "Is it so easy to deceive you as a god? What we want is a puppet. If he can enter the ground class, we will send him to the next competition."

"Will God discover our plan?"

"Don't worry about it, we can just follow the orders," the old man said with a slightly weird smile on his lips, "Who can resist the Qingshen Pill? As long as you take the first pill, you can't live without it."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the grass in the corner, Wu Wan squatted there and took notes carefully.

Good guy, this saves you the trouble of torture. [You will definitely tell your plans when chatting] Is this really the standard equipment of a villain?

These are the twelve realms of forces outside the Liuli Realm, right?

They were so courageous that they went directly to the vicinity of Liuli City to plant a lead in the martial arts class opened by Liuli God.

However, Wu Wang carefully sensed the strength of this group of people, and he understood in his heart.

These are probably the ‘cannon fodder’ who were arranged to come here and try it out.

Martial Emperor Realm warriors are the top masters of the twelve realms, and naturally cannot be randomly sent deep into the hinterlands of other god realms; and young Martial Spirit Realm and Martial Soul Realm masters are precious reserve resources.

It is just this kind of unlucky guy who has an unstable foundation, impure spiritual power, and no future prospects, and is sent to this realm by the master behind them to use some despicable methods.

Qingshen pill?

If you engage in this kind of trick, you can directly kill them.

Wu Wan reached out and pulled out six hair-thin silver needles from the leggings. Wisps of spiritual energy poured into them, and the six silver needles suddenly became transparent.

A head-on fight?

This is not a fight in the ring. Isn't it a waste of spiritual power to take the front?

Just as he was about to take action, Wu Wan's eyelids twitched slightly, and other thoughts suddenly came to his mind.

'Test how seriously the Liuli Realm has been penetrated?'

This is not bad. I am about to enter the center of the battle between the twelve realms of the Martial Gods, so I must be aware of it.

At that moment, Wu Wan tapped his fingers lightly, and a wisp of light green breath flew out from the six silver needles, which were forced into the earth by him.

Hide aura;

Hidden Taoist Rhythm;

Hidden murderous intent;

Feel the flow of spiritual energy and blend with the forest here.

Wu Wan sat motionless in the grass, his breathing completely stopped, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

High in the sky, the God of War had already sat up, staring carefully at Wu Wan's posture and movements in the cloud mirror, and couldn't help but murmur to himself, wondering what Wu Wan was doing.

"Why did this look suddenly lose focus?"
To be continued...