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Two hundred and eighteenth go to Baihua Festival(2/2)

"Ah~, my dream of being a daughter-in-law has come to nothing!"

Zhang Lingyun looked at the people with different expressions around him and was confused. He ignored the nonsense they were saying as if they were background music and walked straight to where the Thousand Faced Sand Cat was.

Zhang Lingyun stepped into the door and felt a warm and gentle breath blowing against his face. Although he was full of energy and had no other special feelings, he still liked the refreshing feeling.

"Although the 'Qi Gathering Array' here is average, it is more than enough to deceive these little girls who have never seen the world."

Thousand-faced sand cat pointed at the huge team of dozens of people in the venue, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly. He never thought that there would be so many potential immortal cultivators with spiritual power fluctuations in their bodies in such a remote barren mountain.

In towns with more developed information, their presence will attract competition from many immortal sects.

"The purpose of the test arranged by Baihua Fairy is so obvious, I don't know what the final fate of these people will be!"

Even though all suspicions point to the 'Amaterasu Sect', he has no substantial evidence in his hands. The kind-hearted Zhang Lingyun deeply hopes that the 'Baihua Temple' is a regular sect that eliminates harm for the people, and so is the Baihua Fairy.

If you sincerely want to recruit disciples, even if you find Chi Yan later, at least the thirty girls every year will still be alive.

"Hey, how did you control the spiritual power output just now!?"

As soon as Situ Wan'er finished the primary election, she couldn't wait to rush to the Thousand-faced Sand Cat and asked her doubts. Everyone knows the reason why a big tree attracts wind. Situ Wan'er saw the smooth movements of the cat demon and others, and didn't say much.

Output spiritual power normally as you wish.

Unexpectedly, the testing array was too weak, and Situ Wan'er's spiritual energy fluctuations actually triggered a dazzling multi-colored light. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on herself. This kind of person who is always paying attention to

It feels very unpleasant.

"Haha, do you want to know? My sister won't tell you!"

The Thousand-faced Sand Cat looked at the angry Situ Wan'er. He did not directly tell the truth about his low cultivation level and high spiritual consciousness. Instead, he stared at her with an arrogant and slightly disdainful face and gave Situ Wan'er a warning.

I can't wait to bite someone's answer.

"Woman...!"

Looking at the silly cat next to him who was laughing so hard, and looking at Situ Wan'er who kept kicking the grass to vent her anger, Zhang Lingyun suddenly felt like running away. Fortunately, he was now in the form of a girl, otherwise the two would not be able to fight.

The ultimate victim is none other than yourself.

"Dong, dong dong...!"

A clear and shocking bell rang, and the originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, leaving only the faint chirping of insects and birds in the distance, proving that people were still in the woods.

"The annual 'Hundred Flowers Festival' is not only the day when the 'Hundred Flowers Temple' selects its disciples, but also the day when the Baihua Fairy casts spells to seal those evil spirits and monsters."

An indistinguishable male and female voice came from all around, and the voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears, but there was no trace of the person who spoke. The ordinary people outside the gate seemed to be stunned. When they heard the voice, they knelt down one after another.

Look humbly at the distant sky.

Zhang Lingyun slowly moved his body and used the thousand-faced sand cat as a cover. He closed his eyes and suddenly activated the power of his spiritual consciousness. The invisible fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness spread in all directions, including everything he passed, even the movement track of a piece of grass.

, were completely displayed in Zhang Lingyun's mind, and before he could find the location of the messenger, the voice sounded again.
Chapter completed!
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