Somewhere in the cold forest, a figure suddenly appeared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The figure was a young man of about twenty, with a horse face and thick eyebrows. I saw him exploring carefully, looking around from time to time.

"Tsk...... This ghost needle is really a weird place, and if you're alone, it's really a little creepy......"

The mist-shrouded world, dominated by black and cold, made the horse-faced youth feel bad, and he muttered, his pace unconsciously slowing down a little.

At this moment, a sudden change abruptly appeared, and a figure suddenly jumped out of a bush behind the horse-faced young man. As the figure jumped, green mist erupted from between his palms and struck the face of the horse-faced young man who was caught off guard.

The horse-faced young man rolled his eyes, his body went soft, he passed out, and fell to the ground.

The figure who jumped out of the sneak attack was another young disciple. When he saw the horse-faced young man faint, he immediately stepped forward and took away the waist card on the horse-faced young man in a few clicks.

"Hey, hey, hey...... It's really good luck! I just chose a little ambush at random, and I waited for the three of them to clean up, and I got three points!"

The attacking young man was proud, muttering to himself, and he didn't bother to care about the unconscious horse-faced young man on the ground, and after putting away the waist card, he flashed and disappeared into the dense forest......

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Somewhere in the Ghost Needle Forest, an outer disciple vigilantly explored the jungle, carefully perceiving and cautiously striding forward.

This disciple didn't notice the strangeness of the surrounding plants, and when he walked in front of a few lianas, the vines that were originally motionless suddenly moved, and dozens of long vines quickly poked out like ropes, and tied the disciple firmly in the blink of an eye.

In the exclamation of the outer disciple, a young man jumped out of hiding with a smile and snatched the waist tag from the outer disciple......

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"Damn! It's so despicable, these inner disciples who have heads and faces in the inner gate actually engage in sneak attacks on me, an outer disciple!"

In the midst of the swearing, a young man ran out of the woods in embarrassment, cursing and looking behind him a few times.

At this time, the young man suddenly saw a small river in front of him, which was not very deep, and was chased down, and saw that the river was crystal clear, he did not think too much, and immediately wanted to cross the river.

However, when the young man's feet stepped into the river, the river suddenly burst out, and the streams of water formed a large transparent net, which put the youth in the center, and no matter how the young people screamed and scolded, it was to no avail.

Subsequently, in the nearby woods, a tall young man appeared and unceremoniously searched the waist card of the young man who was caught in the water net.

At this time, several companions who were chasing after the young man also arrived. The tall young man grinned at them and said, "Everyone did a good job! Next, everyone continues to drive away the prey, and I continue to lay traps!"

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This trial has been white-hot almost from the beginning, and all kinds of sneak attacks and plots have emerged one after another. The disciples of the inner and outer gates of the Iron Sword Sect, once they met, if they were not from the same team, they would immediately fight each other until they overwhelmed each other and snatched the identity card from the other party.

However, in just a few days, many disciples were robbed of their waist cards. If there is no neutral disciple in the team, you can only accept the fate of being eliminated in frustration.

Compared with the excitement of other people, Zichen seems to be a little leisurely these days.

In a forest of ghost needles, the trunk of the largest poiferous tree has a natural cavity. This tree hole is the place where Zichen has been hiding and resting for the past few days.

In the tree hole, Zichen, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed. Opening his mouth and exhaling a breath of turbidity, Zichen lifted his cultivation state and stood up energetically.

Nodding slightly, Zichen could feel that the Yuan Force in his body was a little thicker, and the cultivation of this early stage of the fifth order was completely consolidated, and he would be able to impact the middle stage of the fifth order without any worries in the future.

Beyond the tree hole, there was still a cold, misty world, and the line of sight was somewhat restricted. However, with that black and white perception, such a mist and slightly dim environment basically had no effect on Zichen.

Zichen looked around a few times, but didn't find anything unusual, so he flew out of the tree hole and landed lightly on the ground.

Choosing a direction, Zichen blessed the Wind Resisting Technique, and walked away at a speed that was neither fast nor slow, intending to continue the work of the past few days, exploring the terrain and environment of the Ghost Needle Pond......

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In the dense and tall ghost needle forest, Zichen is like a ghost, flexibly leaping between the branches of the tree trunk. The use of the "Hidden Yuan Technique" makes it difficult for his aura to be captured, and when he gets the information he wants, he can also avoid unnecessary battles.

Another four or five days have passed, and this place is far away from the tree cave area where Zichen used to hide, and the environment is much stranger. The ghost needle forest in this area is more dense, and the terrain is much more complex.

Zichen met many disciples from the inner and outer sects along the way. After a few days of adaptation, these disciples have become extremely vigilant, and if they are not sure when they meet each other, they will leave with relative restraint;

Of course, if your own strength is overwhelming, eating the other party is a sure choice. Zichen had seen several battles like this.

Zichen had no interest in such a fight, and had been lurking, only observing in the dark. In the past few days, Zichen has not yet met Qu Mo, Gan Moyan and other popular geniuses in this trial.

Moving his figure, Zichen looked at the six roads, and the black and white perception also scanned the eight directions from time to time, rushing forward at high speed.

At some point, Zichen discovered the situation, frowned, stopped on a tree trunk, and stared at the "rustling" grass in front of him.

After about a moment, the branches and blades of grass in front of him parted in a "whooshing" sound, and an old man jumped out in a panic.

The old man was dressed in old leather armor, carrying a bow and a sword, and dressed like a typical hunter. He looked seventy or eighty years old, but his body was extremely strong, and he ran quickly through the grass, nimble and swift.

Zichen's brows sank, quite surprised, because judging from the aura on his body, this old man was an ordinary old hunter. But isn't this ghost needle closed? How did this old hunter get here? And it was precisely when the Iron Sword Gate held this killing power trial!

Not long after the old man rushed out of the bushes, there was a thunderous beast roar behind him, and a huge demon beast appeared at high speed, easily knocking the grass and trees in the way in all directions, and chased after the old hunter.

The old hunter turned around and saw that the fierce demon beast was chasing after him, and his soul flew out of the sky, desperately fleeing.