Wen Jin was dressed in black and shuttled through a crowd of people who were also dressed in ink clothes.

He raised his head and glanced at the gold-edged black-clothed man on the high platform without a trace, and knew in his heart that these three should be the organizers of the rally, even if they were high-ranking figures in the black-clothed organization, they were also his main target this time.

In order to avoid being discovered, he did not use his divine sense, but with his experience, he observed the three men in black and found that with their momentum, at least two of them were foundation building period monks.

And the other one is more strange, no matter how Wen Jin looks at it, he thinks that he is just a Qi cultivation period cultivator, or the weaker one among them.

Even such a monk can become a high-ranking member of the black-clad organization? Wen Jin couldn't help but wonder.

In addition to these, Wen Jin also made some strange discoveries. For example, in the black fog that shuttled through the crowd, he found that every time the black fog touched a person, the person's madness deepened, and the red light in his eyes became stronger.

This made Wen Jin's face can't help but become serious.

On a high platform.

The Boundary Master put on his hood and hid his eyes from the darkness. His eyes were black, and he followed Wen Jin in the audience to move slightly, and the expression of interest on the face of the boundary setter became deeper and deeper:

"I can't tell it's a monk at all. It turns out that there is really a way to hide one's cultivation so well...... Well, it seems that he can't be killed directly, at least tortured in this way......"

The Boundary Setter opened his mouth to remind the speaker, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth again. With the reckless character of the speaker, he will definitely destroy Wen Jin directly-

"In that case, it's no fun at all." The Boundary Master licked his lips and thought so.

Heavenly, the speaker was giving his speech with great enthusiasm, and the fanatical believers below were very cooperative, and the cries were one after another, whether voluntarily or forced.

The speaker enjoyed the sensation of being in the spotlight and became more and more interested, but just as he was about to burst into the next climax, he found a trace of dissonance, a small flaw, that completely shattered his flawless speech.

At his glance, a "man in black" who was neither excited nor fanatical was carefully shuttling through the crowd, like a swimming fish shuttling in the arms of the sea, very ...... Discord.

"Thought I didn't see it?" The speaker sneered, and then remembered something, "Is this what he said, one of the few little mice?" I see, are you here for your own funeral? ”

"Look for death."

……

Under the high stage, Wen Jin thought that he had not been discovered yet. He looked for the gaps in the black-clothed people, shuttled through them, and pressed his black hat from time to time, trying to hide his face as much as possible.

His route twisted and turned, looking for Guo Ke's parents, while walking towards his target, the gold-edged black-clothed man on the high platform.

From time to time, he glanced at his targets on the platform, suppressing his desire to give them a shot of luck now—one of his killer skills to use at a critical moment.

Wen Jin continued to wander among the black-clothed crowd, but his pace became slower and slower. He noticed that something was wrong—the screams and roars of the men in black were getting quieter and quieter, and the voices of the speakers on the stage were getting quieter and quieter until they stopped.

There was an eerie silence.

Wen Jin froze in place, seeing all the people in black turning to look at him, those countless pairs of eyes shining red were like reflections of hell, which made Wen Jin shudder.

The speaker on the stage snapped his fingers, and the people in black automatically separated a road, connecting Wenjin and Gao Tai.

"Little mouse!" The speaker opened his arms and laughed, "How's it going, my speech, okay?" ”

Wen Jin showed an embarrassed but polite smile, after all, a hero doesn't suffer a loss in front of him: "It's okay, it's okay, it's very passionate, it's not bad, I'm serious, I won't lie to you." ”

The speaker's eyes flashed, showing a playful smile, one hand stroked his chin, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, young man, I like you very much, knowing how to appreciate is the most important virtue of a person, and you obviously have such potential." ”

Wen Jin waved his hand again and again: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, I'm just a little transparent, it's good if you ignore me, really." ”

The speaker's face changed suddenly, and he stretched out his hand and shook it in the direction of Wen Jin: "However, it is not our enemy, and every enemy of ours must die!" It's a pity, little mouse, goodbye...... No, never again. ”

"I'm not going to bully you either...... Since you are an ordinary person, let the ordinary person solve you. ”

The boundary setter next to him stretched out his hand and opened his mouth, trying to remind the speaker that the "little mouse" might be a monk. But after thinking about it, he closed his mouth again, the result was the same anyway, so why bother the speaker?

The black-clothed people in the audience launched a riot, and one by one, red light appeared in their eyes, and they pounced on Wen Jin with their teeth and claws. Wen Jin suddenly fell into a situation of stagnation - these people in black seemed to be walking corpses, and their mental state was obviously problematic, but they were all ordinary people in nature, and they couldn't tell the difference between good and bad. Even, it is possible that Guo Ke's parents are among them.

Wen Jin couldn't hit the heavy hand at all, so he had to open his bow left and right, knocking out the approaching black-clothed people one by one. But the ants still bit the elephant to death, and gradually, Wen Jin no longer cared about defense, but took the speed advantage brought by Fang Yuan's lightning duel to the extreme, and turned his hands into phantoms, making more and more people in black faint.

For Wen Jin, the attacks of these ordinary people can't break the defense at all, but if they fight too much, there will still be some pain in their bodies.

Just when Wen Jin was about to be submerged by the black sea of people, he reluctantly stretched out his hand and cast a luck on the three speakers on the stage.

The speaker clasped his hands to his chest and was watching the battle below with an unhappy expression. He is just a simple reckless man, not a fool, and it can naturally be seen that Wen Jin is actually a monk, but he has the ability to hide his cultivation.

In this case, you can use people to pile up, but you can't pile him up. The gap between immortal cultivators and ordinary people is the gap between heaven and earth. So no matter how much he wants to let ordinary people be cannon fodder, he needs to be on his own.

"Okay, those who are useless will leave first!" The speaker snapped his fingers and shouted impatiently. He waved the black garment on his body, making it hunt like a black flag, as black as a puddle of ink.

The black-clothed people under the high stage stopped their movements at the same time, standing in place in unison, the red light in their eyes flickering on and off, splitting a path for the speaker to pass.

The black-clothed people on both sides of the road bowed slightly, as if to show respect.

The speaker jumped off the podium and clattered his hands:

"Little mouse, how do you want to die?"