"Based on jade sheets, you can find this place, and from here, you will get clues and continue to search."

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

"That piece of jade and the place we found are just a small paragraph on this huge clue!"

Chen Feng asked: "Emperor Yin and Yang, what level of master is that? Soul Condensation Realm?"

"Soul Condensing Realm? Soul Condensing Realm is nothing in front of the Yin and Yang Emperor!" Old An said disdainfully:

"I'm so kind to say, the Soul Condensation Realm is not even qualified to watch him. When the Yin-Yang Emperor was in great prosperity, the lowest-strength slaves outside the palace were probably going to surpass the Soul Condensation Realm!"

Chen Feng took a deep breath: "No wonder the tomb of Yin and Yang Emperor is guarded by such a powerful evil spirit at the outermost periphery."

He asked, "What should we do now? With this Bone Spirit Python here, we can't do anything!"

Old An smiled slightly and said, "It is rumored that there are four entrances for the tomb of Emperor Yin and Yang."

"These entrances are basically distributed in Qingzhou!"

"On the jade tripod, each side records an entrance position, and the jade board we get is no exception."

"Our jade board records a location, which is another one besides this entrance. As long as you search carefully, you will definitely find this place!"

Chen Feng nodded, looked carefully at the mountains, rivers and rivers outlined on the jade board, and remembered them all in his heart.

The two of them soon left here, and this day was the fifteenth day of entering the Zhiling Mountains.

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 that's right," he said with a smile: "With my strength, it's still easy to hunt them."

Chen Feng continued to walk forward, and when he had just walked out of a valley, he suddenly saw a monster running towards him.

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

However, the body was quite violent, more than three people tall, six or seven meters long, and the huge hooves were as big as a giant water tank.

After seeing Chen Feng, it actually roared violently and rushed towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at it, and a sneer appeared slightly at the corner of his mouth: "This kind of monster must be the Purple Spirit Deer. This Purple Spirit Deer is equivalent to the cultivation level of the tenth level of the Divine Gate Realm of the human warrior."

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

But in front of Chen Feng, it is obviously not enough to see.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, flashed, came directly to Zi Linglu, and punched him out.

The purple spirit deer let out a mournful cry and was directly knocked out dozens of meters, hitting heavily on the cliff, and its body was blown into pieces.

This powerful monster was directly killed by Chen Feng.

Then, Chen Feng walked forward.

He no longer takes this level of monsters seriously. For him, the fur and crystal cores on the monster are of no value.

Chen Feng just cut off his left rear hooves.

That hoof is purple, which will be evidence of Chen Feng killing the number of purple spirit beasts here.

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

These purple spirit deer look noble and elegant, but in fact they have a very bad temper. Before Chen Feng could deal with them, they took the initiative to provoke Chen Feng and attack Chen Feng.

Chen Feng naturally accepted it with a smile, punched one by one, and killed it all.

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

Chen Feng guessed that it would be almost the same with these, and others should not be able to hunt more than themselves.

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

At the entrance of the Ziling Mountains, above an open space, everyone was already waiting there.

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

Everyone was quite anxious to wait.

It was almost noon. The Lord of Sifang City stood up and announced loudly:

"There is another hour that will be the deadline for the first round of written tests."

Then he sat back, his face full of calmness.

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

In every year's competition, the host is the city lord of the winning city in the last year.

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

There was a whispering sound below:

"There is one hour left, and the first round of competition will be over. Why hasn't the man from Dongming City come back yet?"

"What's that man's name? It seems to be Chen Feng, haha, he wasn't dead here and killed and swallowed by those purple spirit deer, right?"

"It is possible that Dongming City is so useless, and the people who come here are also very useless. Any situation may happen."

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

As he said that, a burst of laughter rang out from below.

A fat man in luxurious clothes walked over staggeringly.

This is a young man in his twenties, with a fat figure and an ugly appearance, but he still claims to be romantic and wears fancy clothes.

He even had powder on his face. It was quite cold in late autumn, and he was still raising a fan in his hand, which was full of elegance.

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

"Haha, I should have thought of it long ago. You people in Dongming City are such waste."

"But unexpectedly, he didn't even have the honor of dying under my hands, and he died directly in the Ziling Mountains."

Sun Yiren's face was flushed and he said angrily: "Fatty Zhou, don't be fooled by your mother!"

"Chen Feng will definitely be able to come out. There is still one more time. Why are you in a hurry?"

"Haha, there is still one hour? Do you think he can come back in one hour?"

Fatty Zhou laughed arrogantly and said, "Sun Yiren, don't hold on anymore. Your man must have died in the Ziling Mountains."

"Hurry up and give me your position as the lord of Dongming City!"

Sun Yiren shook his head slowly but firmly, and Fatty Zhou snorted coldly: "I really don't know how to show off."

Soon, an hour passed.

The lord of Sifang City stood up and announced loudly: "The time has come, the ten-city competition will be officially concluded..."

He had the word "典" just as he was about to say it, suddenly, a monster riding from afar came quickly towards this side.
Chapter completed!