Ten people surrounded Zhang Zichen, and the leader of the Daluo Jinxian stepped forward and scolded: "Who is the person coming? Report your name quickly!"

Zhang Zichen clasped his fists and laughed: "I'm just a ghost immortal who came to Donghuangdao to become a disciple. I hope all the immortals can take me in!"

"Add a disciple?" Daluo Jinxian shouted angrily, "Every time in Donghuangdao, we will go to the mainland to accept disciples. If you want to become a disciple, then wait. (.)"

"Supreme Immortal, then when will I wait?" Zhang Zichen asked afterwards.

"Ten years later!" Daluo Jinxian replied.

"It will take so long?" Zhang Zichen was so embarrassed. "By the way, Shangxian, what's your name?"

"My name is Yan Feng..." The Daluo Jinxian named Yan Feng immediately reacted and cursed, "I said, "I'm just a little brat, I want you to go to the mainland and wait. Why do you have so many questions?"

"I have many problems!" Zhang Zichen smiled and said, "Yan Feng Xian, I just want to ask, have you encountered any strange things in Donghuangdao in recent years, such as the golden lion..."

"Get out!" Yan Feng was annoyed by the question and roared, "What golden lion and green lion, are you playing with me?"

When Zhang Zichen heard this, his eyebrows moved. According to Yan Feng's words, they had no idea about Jin Qilin. Otherwise, they would have been very surprised, but Yan Feng and others were all confused and confused.

This can only be said that Xiao Jin really seems to have never been here.

However, in order to get a definite answer, Zhang Zichen decided to catch these ten people and use them to interrogate them to see if they had seen Jin Qilin in the past twenty years.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zichen smiled, his mouth moved, and suddenly he spitted a mouthful of saliva on Yan Feng's face with a bang.

Yan Feng was out of control, and when he realized his reaction, his surprise turned into a huge anger. He pointed at Zhang Zichen and shouted: "You... you are a mere monk in the ghost fairy realm, how dare you spit at me?"

"Bah!" Before Yan Feng could shut up, Zhang Zichen took another sip of phlegm and spit out directly.

Although Yan Feng was a monk in the Daluo Jinxian realm and was prepared, he actually found that the speed and preparation of the mouth of phlegm were extremely amazing. With just a flash, it flew into Yan Feng's mouth and hit his throat.

Suddenly, a vomiting sound came.

Yan Feng was so disgusting that he was so disgusting that a blue light flashed in his palm, and a long sword appeared in his hand: "Damn Ghost Fairy, I'm looking for death! I'll send you to the West!"

Huh!

A blue sword light swung out, and Zhang Zichen quickly flashed and retreated backward.

"Damn it, kill it for me! Kill him for me!"

Yan Feng led the way, and ten people immediately chased Zhang Zichen.

Zhang Zichen showed a sneer on his face. He didn't expect that his plan would be successful so easily. I really don't know if it was these people who were pigs? Or were these people who were really pigs?

The answer is very obvious. They were originally pigs. The plan with so many loopholes was successful so easily. Zhang Zichen laughed to death.

Zhang Zichen just wanted to lead these ten people farther away. If he killed people near Donghuangdao, he would definitely be discovered by those super strong men. This is what Zhang Zichen least wants to see.

"Yan Feng, it's my god, you mother! I've fucked your whole family of women! You two, Shabi! Are you capable of arresting me?"

In order to make Yan Feng and others lose their minds, Zhang Zichen deliberately ran and cursed.

Sure enough, Yan Feng was so angry that he was dizzy and kept yelling: "Kill! Kill him! Kill this ghost immortal! I want to cut off his tongue and drink wine! I want to peel his skin, suck his tendons, and drink his blood! I want to tear him into pieces!"

Huhuhuhuhu

More than a dozen rays of light flew forward in the heavy rain.

After chasing for a full hour, Yan Feng and others still did not chase Zhang Zichen.

At this time, someone in the crowd spoke.

"Senior Brother Yan Feng, the person opposite is a bit abnormal!"

"I have long felt something is wrong. He is just a monk in the ghost fairy realm, but we can't catch up with his escape speed."

"Yes, not only that, I also feel like he is deliberately angering us, deliberately slowing down and waiting for me to catch up."

The angry Yan Feng heard the suspicion of his subordinates, and he began to recall everything that had happened before.

From Zhang Zichen's intentional provocation to him, to him yelling and scolding all the way, to him being angry and chasing all the way.

This whole process is indeed abnormal.

Moreover, it is not a little abnormal, it is very abnormal.

As he thought about it, Yan Feng suddenly realized it and shouted: "Oh no! We're fooled! This kid hides his strength, and his cultivation is probably higher than mine!"

"Senior Brother Yan Feng, what should we do now!" someone shouted.

"What else can I do?" Yan Feng shouted, "You idiot! Of course, you ran away!"

"Escape! Escape! Everyone runs back!" Suddenly, people were in panic and the formation of the team was in chaos. The ten-person team led by Yan Feng began to quickly turn around the direction of the flight and prepare to fly towards the Donghuangdao.

But at this moment, everyone felt the rain curtain shake, and a figure appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

A huge thunder and lightning illuminated the young man's face.

He was smiling in disguise, his face full of murderous intent, and it was very terrifying.

The heavy rain continued.

Zhang Zichen stared at the ten people opposite him coldly and said, "Do you want to leave?"

Yan Feng slowed down for a while, but finally walked up and said angrily: "Who are you? Do you dare to make trouble in my Donghuangdao territory? Are you impatient to live?"

"Who am I?" Zhang Zichen laughed to the sky, "Yan Feng, I am so famous, have you never heard of my legend at all?"

"You..." Yan Feng frowned, "You look a little familiar, but I have never heard of you!"

The other nine disciples in Donghuangdao were also confused.

However, at Zhang Zichen's reminder, Yan Feng and his ten continued to look at Zhang Zichen again.

"This... this person is indeed a little familiar, and it seems that he has seen it there."

"Where are you? Where have you seen him?"

"It seems to be on a jade slip..."

Zhang Zichen was not impatient or impatient. Listening to everyone's speculation, Zhang Zichen knew that Yan Feng and the others' answers were very close.

Sure enough, Yan Feng fell into deep thought after hearing his subordinates say the words "above the jade slip".

After a moment, Yan Feng's face was full of surprise, fear and disbelief.

He stretched out his right hand, pointed at Zhang Zichen with some tremblingness, and stuttered: "You... are you Zhang Zichen?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused a sensation.

"What!? Zhang Zichen?"

"Ah? The one I saw on the jade slip was Zhang Zichen!"

"It's him! It's him!"

Donghuangdao is far away from the mainland, and most people still know very little about some rumors on the mainland.

Generally, those who know are the disciples in the sect who collect information, or the senior officials of Donghuangdao.
Chapter completed!