"Wind senior, the kid is late, come to get the identity jade card!"

Wen Yiming came to the outside of the wooden shed, ten meters away from the four of them, and bowed to Feng Qiuxue, the president of the Dan Society.

He disguised himself as a thirty-year-old fat man with slightly dark skin, who looked a little thick, his eyes did not squint, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and he looked cautious.

Sikong Yueyue raised his eyes slightly, swept over, and continued to close his eyes to recuperate; Li Xiuzhu's eyes were scorching, and the cultivation of the fourth layer of the God of War was quite serious and not angry and self-righteous because he didn't like words; Wen Yingxiu smiled, and his brocade and jade robe were quite luxurious, and his appearance was indeed very easy-going.

Behind them are all martial cultivators above the martial saint, Wen Yiming is estimated to be the elders of the four major sects, in order to maintain the scene after the closure of the secret realm and scrape the people's fat and people's ointment, most of these people did not look at Wen Yiming, a little fat man of the eighth layer of the military general, it is not enough to attract their attention, but it is just to go in and share the demon fungus fire poison.

Feng Qiuxue is about two hundred years old, his face shows the age of a sixtieth birthday, his gray hair is simply tied up, and he is dressed in a light blue robe, which is very simple.

"Little fat man, introduce yourself. Feng Qiuxue felt that this fat man with a short neck was a little cute, and smiled kindly.

Wen Yiming arched his hand and said humbly: "Junior Wu Qiu, nicknamed Er Niu, disciple of Shengdanmen, because of his dull qualifications, so junior"

"Stop, stop!" Feng Qiuxue raised her hand and pressed down again and again, listening to the disciples behind her laughing, she was also convinced, what nickname Erniu has reported, it seems that her qualifications are really dull, but it is not bad to be able to cultivate to the eighth level of martial arts at the age of thirty in a declining sect like Shengdanmen.

At the signal of Feng Qiuxue, a female disciple of the Danhui named Feng Ling walked out with a smile, handed over an identity jade plate, and explained: "Just drop it into the blood, and your death jade card will automatically shatter in it, and the name engraved on the jade stone on the outside will also dim." ”

Wen Yiming nodded to show understanding, dripping the blood into the jade plate, Feng Ling picked up the thick booklet of the special material, and wrote the word 'Wu Qiu' on the undried blood stains on the jade plate, and sure enough, it emitted a faint green light.

After Wen Yiming put away the jade card, Feng Ling handed over a small storage bag and said: "This is a special bag made by the master of Tianwen Palace with spirit crafting, and the things contained in it cannot be taken out after entering the secret realm, and someone will help you unlock the mark when you leave the secret realm, understand." ”

"Understood!" Wen Yiming nodded stupidly.

Feng Ling sighed, handed out two bottles of pills, and said: "Understand and put the ring into the bag, because the ring is placed outside the secret realm, you can collect your own items in the secret realm at will, but the others are not, only this bag can hold things, now do you understand? This is the Anti-Fire Pill and the Ice Heart Pill, you are the last group to enter, remember." ”

"Oh, I understand, thank you, Senior Sister Feng Ling!" Wen Yiming nodded resignedly, and hurriedly threw the two bottles of pills into the space ring, and then put them in the bag, and waved his hand in the wind spirit, and then ran back to the Saint Dan Gate stupidly.

"This fat man is so stupid!" the wind spirit muttered as he glanced at the smiling fat man in the distance.

Although Wen Yiming is far away, he can also hear it, pretending to joke with Lou Zhibin, what he wants is to be ignored.

Yao Chong was a little puzzled, he was sure that Ah Qiu was not a martial arts general cultivator, and he could help each other as he did at the beginning, at least as a martial king cultivated, and he was also surprised by this, even a few heaven-given gods of war could not see through it, and his identity was indeed mysterious.

He said: "Brother, it is said that it is a non-fixed-point teleportation, you came too late, we have already divided into groups, I am afraid that you can only enter with the last batch of loose cultivators." ”

Ah Qiu talked and laughed while transmitting a voice: "Well, you guys be careful. ”

During the conversation, the crater, which was large enough to drop off a house, suddenly filled with silver-white light and shadow, quickly forming a distorted mirror surface in the sky, in which countless clouds seemed to float.

"Everyone!" Li Xiuzhu stood up, and the sound of Zhenyuan spread far away, "The secret realm is about to open, and the group has already understood, this seat once again emphasizes that the income from the secret realm must be put into a bag, if someone dares to privately swallow the spiritual herbs and pills and other edible resources in the secret realm, the four major sects of the whistleblower will reward him with one billion high-grade spirit crystals, if anyone secretly hides fraud, he will be blamed for killing him on the spot, and even"

"Woe to the sect!"

Long Xiuzhu swept the audience with a cold face, and his voice was rolling for a long time.

The dense crowd was silent, and it took a long time to see Sikong Yueyue get up, smile slightly, swing his robe, and say loudly: "Enter according to the group order!"

The four giants all stood up and watched the group of martial cultivators who had already formed a group holding hands and entering the air.

Wen Yiming saw the illusion heart and Wen Chaoxia of Tianwen Palace in it, both of them had a 'ask' word embroidery on their shoulders, and there were about sixty people in such clothes, among which there was also an old man with a crown in the late sixth layer of the Martial King.

A large number of martial arts cultivators poured in, and there were only more than 1,000 people left on the peak in a short time.

Suddenly, he saw the blonde Martial Saint outside the edge of the wooden shed, and it was he who had taken the map from the auction house.

"Brother Yao, do you know the blonde old man on the first floor of the Martial Saint over there?"

Wen Yiming quietly transmitted the voice and looked away early.

Yao Chong glanced at it, and replied in an extremely shameless tone: "Luo Xiong, the great elder of the Fu Gang, the villain who hides a knife in his smile, there is no decent person in this gang, what's the matter?"

Wen Yiming said: "It's nothing, he snatched my things!"

Yao Chong was stunned for a moment, and there was a call in the distance, asking them to enter quickly, and he hurriedly rushed there with three disciples.

In the blink of an eye, nearly 5,000 people on the summit were already scarce.

"The most group, quick!"

A martial saint waved his hand and shouted.

Wen Yiming saw that the last nearly 100 people rushed towards the light and shadow mirror together, and hurriedly followed.

"Fatty, catch!"

The last round-faced man on the seventh floor of the military general roared at Wen Yiming, threw out a hand and handed it over.

Wen Yiming was helpless, so he had to grab it and instantly turn on the aura of concentration.

In the next second, a strong sense of weightlessness and shuttle was born, and gusts of wind blew on the surface.

Wen Yiming strongly controlled his consciousness and maintained the clarity of the Lingtai.

The moment the power of teleportation disappeared, his aura covered the limit violently, and he knew it within a radius of a thousand meters.

Before he landed, Wen Yiming shook out a boundary force, pretended to let out a scream, and flew away from the team in the air.

When the sound of slamming to the ground sounded, Wen Yiming had already taken the first step and flew out two thousand meters first, hiding in the canopy of a towering tree.

Hundreds of people walked together, he didn't have time to listen to people's ink, there were two martial kings in the early stage, and they would definitely control the team crookedly.

He has two great skills, oracle tracking and focus aura, and going it alone is king.

An ancient book spirit with a soul stealing scroll, he is the king of any secret realm, ruins, secret treasures, and caves.

Wen Yiming is extremely confident and excited, a year's relics of Luoding Mountain.

He will be the biggest winner.

For the sake of strength, he will not let go of a single spirit grass!

As for those identity jade plates and secret bags, they are simply funny!

He has a way.