Nodding, as if thinking of something, Zhang Chulan looked at Feng Xingtong, who was not far away, and waved him over: "By the way, how is your sister?"
"No injuries, nothing serious." Feng Xingtong shook his head: "I just locked myself in the room and couldn't come out. I guess I was stimulated. After all, losing in such an annoying way will make everyone feel sad for a while."
"Is that so..." Zhang Chulan nodded thoughtfully.
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"It should have been discovered. After all, the company's intelligence network is not a vegetarian."
Leaning against the fence of the stands, Jiang Xin casually watched the strangers below: "But it doesn't matter. After the Luo Tian Festival, I will be traveling around the country, and the company will basically be unable to catch me.
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"The top priority now is to deal with this Thousand Faces Man's Realm of Painting Poison."
Thinking in her mind, Jiang Xin turned her gaze back to the stranger named Cailu in the venue - this guy is the Thousand-Faced Man!
Speaking of this lottery.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't see the traces of the Golden Light Curse at that time, Jiang Xin would have doubted whether those Taoist priests had delivered the paper to the person's hand.
Except for themselves, those seed players with excellent strength basically encountered cannon fodder who could not force them to exert their full strength.
And eight out of ten of these guys in Quanxing are fighting among themselves and serving as cannon fodder.
It looked like a fierce fight, but in fact he didn't even use Qi, he was just acting, pretending to fight.
As expected, at the end of the first round, Quan Xing was eliminated, and he hid somewhere to start his own plan to raid Longhu Mountain.
"C, koi. Cai Lu wins!"
Following the referee's announcement, several strangers stood up and left the field.
It was only the afternoon, and Yu Huadu, who seemed to have nothing to do, wandered around the back mountain alone, which could be regarded as a stepping stone for the subsequent attack plan.
In the past, their Quanxing sect members would never have had the chance to enter the back of Longhu Mountain.
This time coincides with the Luotian Dajiao. This is their opportunity, and it is also the only opportunity. After the competition, there are basically all the people in the back mountain stepping on the spot.
"Finally, let me wait until you are alone." Jiang Xin, holding her breath and following Yu Huadu quietly, found a chance in a dense forest.
The Thousand-Faced Man Realm Painting Poison's ability is to use Qi to change his voice, body shape, appearance and even gender. The so-called Thousand-faced Man with Thousand Faces, he only needs to use Xing Qi to make one person have thousands of faces.
With this ability, even the people in the company cannot catch his whereabouts.
But as the saying goes, if you gain something, you will lose something. Although the Thousand-Faced Man can disguise himself perfectly from the inside out, from Qi to God, his combat effectiveness is really not that good. Note 1
It was even easier than dealing with Wang Wu. Jiang Xin just teleported and used a big stick to make the Thousand-Faced Man completely lose his ability to resist.
From the beginning to the end, he had been hiding in the blind corner of his sight, not letting Thousand Faces People see any details about him.
After watching too many novels and movies, Jiang Xin was afraid that the Thousand-Faced Man could transform into him at a glance, and would also copy his abilities.
After more than ten minutes, Jiang Xin, who was finished, took back her hand and rearranged the clothes of the Thousand-Faced Man.
Looking at the Thousand-faced Man who was still unconscious, Jiang Xin shook his head: "I don't know if your ability will be released after you die. I don't want to see Luo Tian's great ceremony being suspended on the first day, leaving you alone.
Take your life."
Shortly after Jiang Xin left, without any external interference, the Thousand-Faced Man finally regained consciousness.
Opening his eyes and touching the bulge on the back of his head, Thousand-Faced Man's expression suddenly changed: "I was attacked! Someone knocked me out!"
He anxiously checked his body, and a few minutes later, he sat on the ground in confusion: "Nothing was lost, my face was well maintained, and my clothes were not touched. Who attacked me?"
What is it for?"
"If you don't like me, give me a few blows? Hiss! You're so cruel! How many blows are there!"
There is a dull pain in the back of the head, and Thousand Faces Man feels a little dizzy.
He stood up holding on to the tree, figured out the direction, and walked directly to his residence.
After being slapped like this, he no longer had the idea of drawing lots to participate in the second round of the competition. Anyway, Quan Xing's profession is all about making up the numbers, so it doesn't matter whether he participates or not.
As the last T-shaped game ended, 32 winners were also competing among hundreds of strangers.
Taoist priest Wang Yewang who defeated the Liaodong barbarian Jin Meng purely with his Wudang Kungfu, Zhuge Qing, the descendant of Zhuge with unpredictable magic methods, Xiao Xiao of Deyunshe who practiced blowing the breath and specializing in the soul, Zhang Lingyu who was superb in the golden light curse...
After 32 games, almost every player who appeared had a unique skill.
Even for Jiang Xin, who is extremely shameless, his control and application of ice have attracted the attention of many strangers.
The only exception might be Zhang Chulan, the unshakable Bilian who has been mediocre so far. He is really the most contemptible person in the world!
But this does not affect Zhang Chulan's mood at all.
On the contrary, after using obscene means to send away several enemies, he even hummed a ditty happily, making people even more contemptuous and disdainful of him.
As a result, Buyao Bilian became famous, and along with it, Jiang Xin was given the title of a shameless person, which was a completely unwarranted disaster.
"What a sudden disaster. Why do you accuse Zhang Chulan of having anything to do with me, Jiang? Isn't it better to concentrate your firepower on one person?"
Feeling the strange looks and whispers around her, Jiang Xin felt helpless for a moment.
"Everyone is lucky. So far, the first round of competition has been completed."
"Winners, 32 people!"
"The next competition will be conducted in four venues in a one-on-one format. The name on the slip of paper you draw will be your opponent in the next game..."
"Now, everyone must be tired, so the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain will take you to the arranged accommodation to rest."
Looking at the sun gradually setting in the distance, Jiang Xin silently put away the note in his hand: "Now, there may be something good to watch tomorrow."
Taking the time to peek at the note in Zhang Chulan's hand, Feng Xingtong couldn't help but calm down: "Hey, Zhang Chulan, you are so lucky! You can compete with a strong opponent again!"
"Strong hand?" Zhang Chulan looked at the note in his hand, and his body suddenly collapsed: "This Shan Shitong... is he very strong?"
"It's not very strong either." Feng Xingtong smirked twice: "Those three opponents in the first game didn't even last two minutes before they left the field."
Seeing that Zhang Chulan's face turned completely dark, Feng Xingtong gave some more information: "The talisman technique passed down from their family is specially designed to seal his vitality. In addition, it can save a lot of preparation work in advance, making it difficult to guard against."
"Look, it's the one with gray-blue hair... Well... he seems to be eyeing you..."
Meeting Shan Shitong's eyes, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but fell silent. "Am I so unlucky..."
Feng Baobao on the side looked at Shan Shitong, then turned to look at Zhang Chulan, his eyes moved slightly, and he scratched his chin thoughtfully.