Everyone: "..."

During this day and night, two thousand figures appeared one after another. Which one do you not dislike?

The one you go to is gentle, and the one you get close to is also gentle. This one is unmistakable, and that one must be it!

In your perception, everyone is gentle, but is it possible?!

"Brother, let's go back right now." Mo Yuanqing was careful.

"No!"

"I must see how many people of this Juntianshou gold medal killer participate in a training camp!"

Mo Yuantu said harshly: "Are there ten thousand people? If there are ten thousand, then I only need to kill ten thousand gold medal killers. There must be gentleness among them! That must be the case!"

crazy!

This is absolutely crazy!

Not only Mo Yuanqing, but also the masters from the Supreme Mountain who came next to him also thought so.

Kill 10,000 gold medal killers?!

To be honest, even if you, Mo Yuantu, were a heaven-level cultivator, you would still be unable to do it and would never be able to do it.

What's more, more than half of these people who have gone through the training will be upgraded to become jade killers after coming out of the training!

And that tenderness is among the best among the gold medal killers, and must be the first group of people to be promoted to the Jade Medal!

In other words, no matter how hard you kill the gold medal killer, even if you kill him to death, there will be no tenderness in the person you kill!

It's like letting the main culprit go and killing a lot of innocent people...

This is no longer blinding oneself, but simply insane. He can't even understand such a simple truth!

If this isn’t crazy, what is it?

…

Feng Yin had no idea that he had just slipped under Mo Yuantu's nose.

What's more, I don't know if it is really possible for him to be killed by Mo Yuantu in one hit!

Even though Feng Yin's cultivation level has made many breakthroughs, he is still not at the human level, and there is absolutely no way he can take Mo Yuantu's full blow, a real brush with death!

No matter how Mo Yuantu or Zhizun Mountain is held accountable in the future, or even falls and is destroyed as a result, what significance does it have to a dead person?

The movement speed reached its peak, and the meteor seemed to be approaching the thick fog. Without any hesitation, it dived into it.

As soon as he entered the thick fog, Feng Yin immediately took out the Juntianjian from his arms. Under the influence of his luck, the golden light suddenly shone.

Under the tug of golden light, they naturally saw a golden portal looming in front of them.

At the other end, there is a small notch, which is exactly the shape of Juntianjian.

Feng Yin put the Juntianjian inside, and with a soft click, it was swallowed whole.

Immediately, four words slowly appeared on the golden gate - "One Hand in the World!"

Below, there is a pure white space.

Feng Yin slashed with the knife, and blood gushed out from his index finger. He used the blood as ink to write four words in the blank space: "A powerful hand to the sky!"

Immediately above the golden gate, his resume appeared, such as rank, gold medal, code name, gentleness, sequence, six six sixty six.

After a while, the golden door opened, and Feng Yin strode in.

As far as he could see, he saw a sign floating in the air, shining with golden light. It was his own Juntianjian.

Feng Yin grabbed it and stuffed it into his arms.

Ahead, we see a thick fog, and we can't see our fingers. The wind seals use our eyesight, and we can vaguely see a passage stretching into the distance.

Feng Yin did not hesitate and ran forward along this road.

And as he entered...

Dozens more black shadows entered the thick fog, but they had no contact with each other, and no information about other people was seen.

Everyone comes in, no matter which direction they come from, there will be a golden gate in front of them.

Only by relying on the bloodline password can they enter Wutong Mountain.

…

Outside, in the canyon.

Mo Yuantu was still watching.

The eleventh day has already reached early morning.

"It's been two days, and at least 7,000 people have entered."

Mo Yuanqing asked: "Brother, do you still have to wait?"

He was secretly shocked. Unexpectedly, there were so many gold medal killers participating in the training?

You must know that this gold medal training has a total of five days of registration, and now there are only two days left, and more than 7,000 people have already entered. Even if the participants are eager to enter, and the number of followers is gradually decreasing, how many participants should be there in the end?

The number seven thousand is only limited to the direction that I and others can see, and the number of heads on the other two sides is not included.

By the end of the five days, how many total participants will there be?!

The strength of Jun Tianshou is so huge!

"wait!"

Mo Yuantu said harshly: "I want to see how many gold medal killers can get in! I don't believe that there will be so many gold medal killers in Juntian's hands. There must be some fishers in troubled waters among them!"

So...a few days passed in a flash.

Not only Mo Yuanqing, but also the crazy Mo Yuantu was stunned.

Because just from the direction of the mountain pass they saw, a total of more than 23,000 people entered in the past few days.

If other directions are added, even the most conservative estimate would have to exceed 60,000 people!

"More than 60,000 gold medal killers have received training! There are also those who come from famous families and don't have to come to participate in the training..."

Mo Yuantu stared: "What the hell... is there any other profession in the world?! Is Dunima going to be a killer?"

"..."

Mo Yuanqing also looked dull now.

Training is provided once every two years, with a minimum of RMB 60,000.

So until now, how many high-level assassins are there in Juntianshou?

This number alone is enough to make people despair!

What kind of existence is this Juntian Shou, and what kind of organization is it?

"Let's go back to Yuezhou."

When Mo Yuantu said this, he seemed to be lifeless, as if the sun was declining.

Witnessing the amazing strength displayed by Jun Tianshou with his own eyes, Mo Yuantu completely eliminated the ridiculous idea of ​​"killing all the gold medal killers in this session".

And this is just the tip of the iceberg of Jun Tianshou's true strength, or it may not even be the tip of the iceberg.

After all, this is just the manpower for a training camp, which is held every two years. There are latecomers below the gold medal killers, and there are also advanced jade-colored jade medals above them!

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Mo Yuanqing and others were equally astonished by the powerful potential of Juntian Shou, but they also felt a lot of dissatisfaction in their hearts: So why are we making this trip? Just to visit?

Everyone came to intercept and kill Wen Wen, but in the end they didn’t take any action along the way and it was just a real trip.

The only gain is to increase the prestige of others and extinguish one's own energy. If you do well, you will completely destroy the courage to go against Jun Tian!

This is really...speechless.

The Zhizun Mountain group walked back dejected and lost their souls, so I won’t say any more!

On the other side, Feng Yin, who was still in the thick fog, was walking more energetically and lightly.

The seemingly endless blurry road ahead is always unclear, but it does not affect the progress. The occasional unevenness is just a slight consideration of one's own Qinggong skills, and there is no difficulty at all.

Compared with other participants, Feng Yin had one more advantage. Even though he couldn't see his fingers, he could still feel the tall and dense trees on both sides of the path, and occasionally he could feel a slight accumulation of water vapor.

Pan Heng, Feng Yin's heart, calculated that he had traveled at least one or two hundred miles so far, and he couldn't help but feel doubtful.

After all, according to this vertical distance, it is time for me to go deep into Wutong Mountain.

Suddenly, Feng Yin felt his eyes light up, and a large open space appeared in front of him.

As far as the eye can see, there are already five to six hundred people sitting or standing in the open space in front of them, and everyone maintains a certain safe distance between them.

Some people wear veils, and some are disguised, and most of them are disguised very superficially, probably just to hide their true colors and prevent others from recognizing them, but more of them, more than 80% of them, are disguised.

It appears in its true colors.

Feng Yin couldn't help complaining in his heart.
To be continued...