The fourth team is naturally Ling Tian and his entourage Qilin County, Ling Tian's golden crown and golden armor, the rotation is shiny compared to anyone before, the whole body is shining with golden light under the sun, like a god descending to the earth, and the two white-clothed monks behind him, a man and a woman, are all elegant, handsome and flawless, like characters in a painting. In comparison, Ling Tian was more like a prince.

The reaction of the crowd was different, and there was a boo in the cheers.

"Is this the little prince of the Qilin?" have you heard of it, playing prestige in Xuanyuan County, forcing one hundred and ten people from the Zhenwu Mansion to kneel on the spot...... I thought this was in Qilin County! Xuanyuan County has a law of "no kneeling...... I really don't know what to say, Bai has a good skin. 』

"Speaking of this, I was angry, I was one of the hundred and ten kneeling people that day, and I knelt in a daze, if it weren't for the fact that he was the little prince of the unicorn, Lao Tzu would definitely arrest him and kneel for Lao Tzu for three days and three nights!"

"Wow, this brother is really better than ...... Can you not talk with your face covered? Why, you're afraid of being recognized and arrested and sent to prison......

"Do you want to care?" Lao Tzu knelt down to someone who shouldn't kneel, and he didn't have the face to see people...... But the back is relieved, don't you know, there is a black-clothed guard next to Miss Qingyi, and two unicorn guards are abolished in front of her, and one of them was beaten by a punch and fainted on the spot, and she can only drink porridge for the rest of her life......

"Why is that?"

"All my teeth are gone......!" The black-clothed guard was also ferocious, and he broke his hand like folding chopsticks, and his bones were pierced out more than three inches, and he died of pain. Lao Tzu wondered at the time, the Qilin guards were so virtuous, and they were blind to the word Qilin, and it was estimated that the little prince of the Qilin would be like that......

"Later, it was even more fierce, the black-clothed guard asked us to 'retreat from the idlers', saying that the bloody guards handled the case, it was a good dog's guts, and it made Lao Tzu stunned for a while, and later I learned that the kid was just a black-clothed guard, I don't know where to borrow the guts, and put the so-called Qilin Little Prince aside, and let the true disciple of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect proclaim himself Lingyuan, knelt down on the spot, and rewarded two big mouths, that sound, that relieved anger......! You don't know how ugly the kid from Qingfeng Mingyue Sect looked like he had eaten two catties of cow dung on the spot, and then the young lady in light clothes came, and the black-clothed guard didn't give up, and he was so angry that the kid from Qingfeng Mingyue Sect vomited blood and fainted on the spot......

"If I had drawn my sword on the spot, I would have done my best...... Hey, what is the little prince of the unicorn, the true biography of the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, it looks like a human on the surface, it turns out to be such a straw bale...... It's okay, do the flowers still have to be lined with green leaves, how can they show the majesty of the lady in light clothes if they don't have a nest?"

"It's just ......"

Ling Tian and his party were not good-looking, the monk's ears and eyes were dexterous, even though there were many soldiers, these gossips still came into their ears one by one, Ye Piaoling's face was pale, he held the long sword in his hand tightly, and followed Ling Tian with the same face into the secret realm without looking back.

People in the world say that the world is a thing, even if the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect is a cultivation sect, how can it block the mouths of the people? He was indeed kneeling and fanned...... I can't wait to catch Yan San out immediately, peel and cramp on the spot.

After the four hunting teams entered, the Jianghu monks and the disciples of the sect entered one by one to verify their identities, Yan San lowered his eyebrows and followed behind many monks, and moved forward one by one.

Suddenly, there was a stirring in the team in front of him, and he heard Murong Huaikong smile bitterly, "Brother Dao, why do you want me to be embarrassed? This secret realm is not accessible to the fourth order, the rules of the secret realm are not allowed, and cultivating too high will make the secret realm unstable or even broken...... Brother Dao, let's go back!"

The man was forty or fifty years old, but he was hunched on his back, Xu saw Murong Huaikong's polite words, and sneered: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Blood Bodhi's face was fierce and fierce, and he shouted: "Look for death!" There was a light in his eyes, and he slashed at the hunchbacked man with one palm, but his movements were slow and abnormal, as if he was dragging a thousand catties of heavy objects.

The hunchback man did not dodge, the body was faster, the hump was just meeting the palm knife, as soon as he made contact, the hunchback man was a strange scream, blood spurted from his mouth, and his body rushed forward more quickly, as if a python molted its skin, it was actually out of the "hunchback", and it was about to rush into the secret realm, Blood Bodhi's empty hand suddenly clenched tightly into a fist, and his mouth said coldly: "Do you still want to leave under my Blood Bodhi?"

With a buzz, the space within a radius of five meters of the Blood Bodhi suddenly trembled, and the middle-aged man's scurried figure suddenly stopped, still retaining the posture of soaring into the air, but it hovered in the air strangely, and hissed: "Blood Lord spare your life!"

Blood Bodhi said in a deep voice, "It's late!" The hand that clenched into a fist suddenly opened, and the man's body slammed into pieces, and in an instant, it was torn apart, shattered into several large pieces, and died on the spot with blood. The hunchback was smashed to the ground by the blood bodhi, and it was a huge piece of gloomy iron, which was shattered into small pieces of fingers at this time, like earth and stones scattered all over the ground.

Murong Huaikong smiled and said, "Spring Hunting is a blood sacrificial, and the blood of a fourth-order monk is suitable, a good omen, a good omen!"

Blood Bodhi stood with his hands closed, still returning to the appearance of clay carving and wood sculpture, as if nothing had happened.

Yan San's heart was shocked: Is this the strength of a fourth-order cultivator? Attacking from the air, waving his hand to kill, the third-order is really different from the fourth-order! Even the fourth-order strength is so disparity, the path of cultivating the Yuan is really a world of the first order!

The hearts of the monks were shocked, and there was no trace of luck, and three or two quietly withdrew from the team, and disappeared into the crowd.

When it was Yan San's turn, Murong Huaikong's eyes froze, he let out a light "huh" in his mouth, checked it for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Yan San strangely a few times before letting him pass, which shocked Yan San's heart and almost revealed the identity of the black-clothed guard. As soon as he passed the level, Yan San had a hint of joy in his heart, at this time he was still maintaining the state of cicada concealment, outsiders seemed to be just a Chu Yuan cultivator, Murong Huaikong could definitely see that he was hiding his cultivation, but he could only realize after a long time of close observation that this cicada concealment talent was really domineering, at least below the fourth order.

As soon as Yan San stepped into the secret realm, Murong Huaikong behind him let out another "huh", turned his head to look, and saw a thin man standing in front of Murong Huaikong, with a white face and a dead silence in his expression, like a walking corpse...... Don't wait for him to look at it more, as soon as he sees a flower, the sky and the earth have changed color.

The breeze was clear, the grass grew and the warbler flew, and Yan San appeared in a huge grassland, and there was no one around him.

Yan San closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he was as deep as an abyss, the eyes of all beasts were wide open, the cicada Yin started again, and the breath in his body gradually dissipated, if he didn't see Yan San with his own eyes after a while, he would no longer feel any breath of Yan San.

There is one lamb less in the hunting ground and one more hidden tiger.

After perceiving it carefully for a moment, Yan San soon found the human tracks, Luo Luo ran down Yan San's shoulder, burrowed into the grass and disappeared. Wild hunting, primitive killing, is the most suitable for Luo Luo, but Yan San did not indulge Luo Luo to appear, the soul Taizhong has repeatedly explained that Luo Luo can only "hang out" everywhere, and cannot reveal his true body, the battlefield of two thousand monks is too terrifying, even Luo Luo is just a dish.

"This is the first hundred miles of grass and trees in the secret realm, do you see that mountain in the sky......? Hehe, it's rare to be lucky, the three of us are all here, but don't get separated. 』

Under a withered yellow tree in the grass and trees, three figures gathered and discussed in a whisper. The man who spoke was in his thirties, with a slight beard under his chin, a bronze complexion, a man beside him was thin, his eyes were sharp, he was holding a long knife in his hand, looking around vigilantly;

Yan San deliberately stepped on the grass and trees, and at the same time exuded the aura of physical cultivation, maintaining it at the edge of the second order, Tang Short Knife pushed away the grass, and the leading man immediately noticed it, and shouted: "Who?"

The thin man and the ruthless woman immediately tensed their bodies and tried to pounce. Yan San hurriedly replied, "Don't get excited...... This place is so big, and the grass and trees are so deep, how many years and months will you go?"

The thin man breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to put down the knife in his hand, and said, "Who are you?"

Yan San walked out of the grass, returned the short knife to its scabbard, spread his hands to show no hostility, and stopped at a distance of seven or eight meters between the three of them, and said, "Xuanyuan City Scattered Cultivation...... I knew that it was all weeds and I didn't come, so I went bankrupt and bought a spring hunting order, and they all said that the secret territory was full of Yuan Jing, and the fat man of the dead king deceived me so hard, do you know how to get out?"

The three of them saw that Yan San was clean and slippery, not even a bag, there was no cover under the thin clothes, there was nothing but a small knife on his waist, and his cultivation was only the appearance of just entering the second order, and finally put away his blade, only the woman still held the black thorn. The man in the lead said, "Xuanyuan City, so are we. My brother is very raw......

"I'm from Nanfeng Town, and my name is Yan San. I heard about the spring hunting, and I came to see the excitement, and it was normal that a few people hadn't seen it. Do you know Nanfeng Town? Just on the edge of the Roaring Forest, Huang Renyi, a county official, was inexplicably cut off his head a few months ago, causing a storm in the town, and he also went to a bloody guard. Yan San talked eloquently, and the woman turned her head and nodded lightly to the leader, obviously recognizing Yan San's identity.

The leader was kind and said, "You can't get out." The Spring Hunt Secret Realm must be opened for a month, you can find a place to hide, or hide, in short, you have to stay for a month, even if the dead corpse has to stay here for a month. 』

Yan San was stunned for a moment, and gritted his teeth half-loudly and said: "Dead King Fatty, Lao Tzu won't kill you if you go out, Lao Tzu doesn't believe Yan! Sell me a fake, don't say anything, you have to stay in this ghost place for a month!"