The day's martial arts tournament went smoothly and ended with the cheers of the audience as if they were about to open the sky. After the organizers announced the end, the audience was like bees out of the nest, scattering from the arena.

You Jiaoer and Guo Ke followed the surging crowd out of the venue and embarked on the way back to the hotel. According to Li Wuming's casual complaints, this hotel "was settled by him with great difficulty and with a lot of means."

You Jiaoer walked lightly on the road, like a light cat. Evening was the time when the sun and moon were shining, and their light reflected the side of her face in a soft arc. She asked, "Where is Wen Jin?" "I don't know." Guo Ke rubbed his brows and replied distressedly.

……

Where is Wen Jin? He was walking down the street boredly with rhubarb. He wasn't a girl, he wasn't interested in shopping, and he didn't feel the speckled and pebbled objects of the roadside vendors.

But he was even more interested in the Warrior Conference. In his eyes, the desperate struggle of these warriors was tantamount to a child's fight. For him, even the top innate martial artists can be killed within twenty moves, just like killing a chicken.

Evening approached, and the night gradually began to erode the sky. Due to the dismissal of the martial arts conference, the number of people on the street gradually increased, and for a while, Wen Jin's eyes were full of human heads, and from a distance, it looked like a swarm of ants surging.

"Let's go back to the hotel." Wen Jin thought so, and immediately took action. He walked against the flow of people, like a small fish fighting against a rapid, but then he felt a strange feeling, and suddenly felt a sting in the sea like being scratched by a cat.

It's his intuition giving him a warning! Wen Jin understood in an instant, and his luck spread like a mist again. He was fully sane, observing the crowd around him, trying to find out what was unusual.

Soon, he discovered the source of his intuition, which was easy to find, as the man's body rose with a murderous aura like a mist. "Is that you...... Wen Jin muttered to himself, and found that this person was a thin man with a withered face.

"The lower plate is steady, with a weapon, and his eyes are sharp...... This man is a warrior. Also, if you are not a martial artist, you will not have such a strong murderous aura. Wen Jin judged according to his own experience. Within his consciousness, everything seemed to be observed under a magnifying glass, and everything was hidden.

He immediately noticed that this person was still communicating with the two people next to him. "Is there an accomplice...... Wen Jin muttered, scanning it carefully again, as if examining a tiger that eats people, "A wrist is broken, huh...... What's he doing? ”

The man took out a piece of ointment and applied it to the injured wrist. Wen Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, as if they were about to shrink to the size of a needle: "Spirit Paste of Condensation!" Who is he, how can there be something from an immortal cultivator? ”

He was too familiar with the Spirit Consolidation Ointment, which was an ointment often used by immortal cultivators to treat external injuries, and it was strictly forbidden to sell it to ordinary people. "Why does he have?" Driven by this question, he followed the man, trying to confirm his destination.

"Rhubarb, do you see the three people in front of you?" Wen Jin was referring to this man and his accomplices, "the three who walked through the crowd like loaches...... Go, follow them! He patted the hair on the back of Rhubarb's supple neck.

Rhubarb spat out his scarlet tongue, snorted, and chased after the three men, causing a burst of exclamation from the crowd. Seeing the rhubarb's golden-like body disappear into the crowd, Wen Jin was not idle, relying on his divine sense magnified by the Concentration Jade to track down a few people.

But he soon found that what he had done was in vain, because the three of them were then transferred to an inn where Wen Jin and the others were staying! Faintly, the thread of fate is once again entangled in one point.

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You Jiaoer and Guo Ke met Li Wuming on the way back to the hotel. I don't know where he went on this day, but when they met, You Jiaoer found that his cheeks were red, like a peach blossom in full bloom, and at the same time, his expression was shining, which reminded You Jiaoer of the drunk who had just filled himself with wine.

"Yo, hello Xiao Guo Ke and You Jiao'er!" Li Wuming's face lit up when he said this, "My golden years, it's really a beautiful day, isn't it?" Where have you been, is the warrior conference good? ”

You Jiao'er smiled implicitly, like a lotus flower with converging petals: "It's beautiful, it's just ...... Forget it, Master Li, where have you been today? We searched around but couldn't find you. Guo Ke nodded like a peck on the side.

"I'm ......" Li Wuming's face froze, and then he showed a little shame, like a puppy stealing food, "I...... Didn't go anywhere. Don't talk about this, what about Wen Jin, where did he go, didn't he come with you? ”

"Nope." You Jiao'er and Guo Ke glanced at each other, and they could see the hesitation in each other's eyes, and they were not sure whether to expose Wen Jin's whereabouts. But at this moment, You Jiao'er saw a golden shadow rushing towards them.

"Rhubarb!" You Jiao'er shouted in surprise, her eyes reflected in the big yellow golden hair, "Are you looking for ......" You Jiao'er's voice paused, because she saw the rhubarb running past them as if no one was around, and she didn't even look at them.

The three ......of them watched in amazement as Rhubarb ran into the inn not far away, like a long river running towards the end. But the stupeness lasted short, because they saw Wen Jin walking over not far away, showing a sunny smile: "Hello! ”

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The four of them gathered together and walked into the inn, where they saw Rhubarb spinning in circles in confusion, like a small insect trapped in a corner. Wen Jin couldn't help but cover his face, obviously, this cowardly chased and lost his target, and he was still a spirit beast.

Calling Rhubarb to his side, several people were about to enter the guest room to rest, but at this moment, Li Wuming, whose divine sense was covering the entire hotel, moved, and then cast a sword-like gaze on the person next to him: "What a coincidence." ”

The man inadvertently shifted his gaze to meet Li Wuming's eyes. This person's expression was stunned at first, and then his face changed, and he hurriedly ran over, bending down and bowing to Li Wuming as if he was meeting the saint: "I've seen immortals." ”

This person is Wei Ketian. At this time, his face was full of wind and frost, as if he was being watered by the pouring rain, but his eyes were bright and transparent, and hope was burning in them.

In the corner on the side, Qin Yi caught this shout, his expression moved, but he didn't cast his gaze, but secretly raised his ears and listened to the next conversation in his ears.