Peerless Martial Soul

"According to the jade piece, we can find here, and from here, we will get clues and continue to search."

"I just don't know how many clues and turns are needed to find the ultimate goal! But this is also worthy of his identity. After all, how can such a precious thing be found so easily?"

"That piece of jade, and what we found here, is just a small paragraph on top of this huge clue!"

Chen Feng asked, "Yin and Yang, what level of master does that have to be? Soul Condensation?"

"Soul Condensing Realm? Soul Condensing Realm is a fart in front of the Great Emperor Yin Yang!" An Lao said disdainfully:

"Speaking bluntly, the Soul Condensation Realm is not even qualified to show him the door. When the Great Emperor Yin and Yang was at its peak, the lowest servants outside the palace, I am afraid that they would exceed the Soul Condensation Realm!"

Chen Feng took a deep breath: "It's no wonder that the outermost part of the tomb of the Great Emperor Yin and Yang is guarded by such a powerful evil spirit."

He asked: "Then what should we do now? With this bone spirit giant python here, we can't help it!"

An old man smiled slightly and said: "It is rumored that the tomb of Emperor Yin and Yang has four entrances."

"These entrances are basically distributed in Qingzhou!"

"On the jade cauldron, each side records the location of an entrance, and the jade board we get is no exception."

"On our jade board, there is a position recorded, which is another one besides this entrance. As long as you look carefully, you can definitely find it here!"

Chen Feng nodded and took a closer look at the mountains and rivers outlined on the jade board, all in mind.

Soon the two left here, and this day was already the fifteenth day of entering the Spirit Mountain Range.

That is the last day.

Chen Feng suddenly slapped his head and said, "It's broken, I haven't hunted the purple spirit deer yet!"

"But well" he said with a smile: "With my strength, hunting them is easy."

Chen Feng continued to walk forward, and when he had just walked out of a valley, he suddenly saw a monster beast rushing here.

This monster beast, shaped like a deer, is purple all over, and looks quite luxurious.

But his size was quite violent, he was as tall as three people, six or seven meters long, and his huge hooves were as big as a giant water tank.

After seeing Chen Feng, it let out a violent roar and rushed towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at it, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a slight smile: "This kind of monster, it must be the Purple Spirit Deer, this Purple Spirit Deer is equivalent to the cultivation base of the tenth building of the human warrior Divine Gate Realm."

The purple spirit deer is also quite powerful, at least in this purple spirit mountain range, it is a powerful spirit beast that can be counted.

But in front of Chen Feng, it was obviously not enough.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, flashed around, and came directly to Zi Linglu, punching out.

The purple spirit deer let out a mournful cry, was directly beaten out for several tens of meters, hit the cliff hard, and his body was torn apart.

This powerful monster was directly killed by Chen Feng.

Then Chen Feng stepped forward.

He hadn't paid much attention to the monster beast of this level. To him, the fur and crystal nucleus on the monster beast had no value.

Chen Feng just cut off his left hind hoof.

The hoof was purple, which would be an evidence of Chen Feng's killing of the number of purple spirit beasts here.

Chen Feng continued to move forward, and soon he ran into many purple spirit deer.

These purple spirit deer looked noble and elegant, but they were actually very irritable. Before Chen Feng went to clean them up, they took the initiative to provoke Chen Feng and attack Chen Feng.

Naturally, Chen Feng laughed at him, punched one, and killed all of them.

Soon, there were four or five hundred hooves of purple spirit deer in his mustard bag.

Chen Feng estimated that these should be almost the same, and other people shouldn't hunt more than themselves.

Chen Feng hurried forward, and on the way back, he killed hundreds of purple spirit deer and collected a total of a thousand.

At the entrance of the Purple Spirit Mountain Range, above a clearing, everyone was already waiting there.

Those disciples who participated in the competition also returned, with one exception, Chen Feng.

Everyone was waiting anxiously.

It was almost noon, the City Lord of Sifang stood up at this moment and announced loudly:

"There is another hour, it will be the deadline for the first round of written examinations."

Then he sat back, his face indifferent.

This person is a tall and burly middle-aged man named Xu Xuanshui.

Every year of the competition, the host is the city owner of the city that won the competition last year.

Sifang City has won the first place in the competition for five consecutive years.

A whisper sounded from below:

"There is still an hour, the first round of the competition is over, why the guy in Dongming City hasn't returned?"

"What's that person's name? It seems to be Chen Feng, haha, he wouldn't die here and be killed and swallowed by those purple spirit deer?"

"It is possible that Dongming City is so wasteful, and the people who come are also wasteful. Any kind of situation may happen."

"Yes, if you hadn't already died inside, how could you come back so late?"

As he said, there was a burst of laughter from below.

A fat man in luxurious clothes walked over staggeringly.

This is a young boy in his twenties. He is fat and ugly, but he is also self-proclaimed and dressed in fancy clothes.

She even had powder on her face, she was quite cold in late autumn, she was still holding a fan in her hand, and she was arty.

He walked up to Sun Yiren, looked at him, and said arrogantly, "Sun Yiren, it seems that I overestimated you Dongming City before."

"Haha, I should have thought of it long ago, you people in Dongming City are so trash."

"Unexpectedly, he didn't even have the honor of dying under my hands, he died directly in the Purple Spirit Mountain Range."

Sun Yiren's face flushed red, and he said angrily, "Fatty Zhou, don't **** your mother!"

"Chen Feng will definitely be able to come out, there is still another hour, what are you looking for?"

"Haha, one more hour? One hour, do you think he can come back?"

Fatty Zhou arrogantly laughed and said, "Sun alone, don't hold on any more. Your person must have died in the Purple Spirit Mountain Range."

"Hurry up and surrender as soon as possible and give me your position as City Lord of Dongming City!"

Sun Yiren shook his head slowly but firmly, and Fatty Zhou let out a cold snort, "I really don't know how to promote him."

Soon, an hour's time passed.

The City Lord of Sifang City stood up and announced loudly: "The hour has come, the ten-city competition, the first round is officially over..."

When he was about to say the word ‘beam’, suddenly, a monster riding a demon beast in the distance came quickly to this side.Google seaʀᴄh (f)ir(e).nᴇt