Although the premonition was a bit strange, Mr. Lin still stretched out his hand and touched the water polo.

As a result, the skin of this water polo seemed to be very weak, and the object exploded before Mr. Lin's fingers even touched it.

Bang!

The outer skin was damaged, and the black water inside exploded instantly.

In an instant, as if cuttlefish juice was spilled, jet-black droplets fell in all directions.

Moreover, this ink-like black juice also carries an unpleasant stench, just like a mixture of feces and urine that has been fermented for a hundred days.

The confused Mr. Lin was the first to be affected, and was directly splashed all over by the black water.

His neat clothes, hair, and even his cheeks all looked like they had been splashed with a layer of feces.

Even by accident, Mr. Lin's slightly opened mouth was spattered with a few drops of restricted area.

He closed his mouth subconsciously, causing the black droplets to flow down his throat and into his stomach.

The sour and refreshing feeling made Mr. Lin feel a stench that hit his soul, his five internal organs rippled, and his whole body trembled.

As soon as he jumped, Mr. Lin fell to the ground in horror.

"vomit!"

Then, he couldn't help but spit it out.

"Holy shit, what kind of stinky fruit is this?"

"Don't come over here!"

Seeing Mr. Lin falling, the faces of the cultivators also changed drastically.

When they first saw black liquid coming out, they didn't notice anything else.

But now the smell has spread, and everyone can smell this unspeakable disgusting smell.

This breath hit their souls hard, and it poured in completely through their pores, making them feel as if they had fallen into a cesspit and couldn't get out.

Seeing Young Master Lin landing, everyone held their noses and scattered wildly.

"What the hell is Lin Songyue doing!"

Palace Master Zhu's expression changed slightly, and with a wave of his hand, strong winds surged and spiritual energy drifted.

Quickly clean up the stench of black liquid from the spiritual platform and its surroundings.

Palace Master Guo also turned dark. He wanted to grab Lin Songyue, but the smell was too strong. He hesitated for a moment, but did not fall back. Instead, he used his magic to wrap Lin Songyue in spiritual energy and throw him out.

"Next."

Palace Master Zhu quickly cleaned up the inside and outside of the altar with a cleaning spell before arranging for the next monk to appear.

"What's going on with Mr. Lin? The spiritual fruit can be cultivated until it stinks. I guess he hasn't comprehended anything in the past few days."

Behind Young Master Lin is Peng Ao.

With a somewhat gloating sneer, Peng Ao also stepped onto the mourning platform.

Equally ambitious, he put the spirit fruit into the formation.

However, what confused Peng Ao was that after opening his spiritual fruit, it turned out to be a black thing.

Bang!

However, after Lin Songyue's lesson, Peng Ao immediately ran away when he saw that this thing was about to explode.

As expected of the Peng tribe, their speed is just a few points faster than humans.

The explosion of the spirit fruit only caused some foul-smelling black spots to appear on Peng Ao's back, and a large amount of black liquid once again spilled onto the entire spiritual platform.

"What's going on!"

Zhu Kun was also stunned.

For two geniuses in a row, their spiritual fruits were invalidated, which was obviously a bit abnormal.

He waved his hand to wipe away the black liquid again, and the Mingzhou Tianjiao who appeared next showed a slight hesitation in his expression.

Why do I feel that the spirit fruit I have in hand looks similar to Peng Ao and Mr. Lin?

He showed up bravely, but when he saw the black liquid in the spirit fruit, the genius ran away.

The last person to appear was the prince of the Jiao clan.

The prince of the Jiao clan was also the most straightforward. He didn't even finish opening the shell. He only saw a hint of black and retreated with a stern face.

And the result was just as expected, the dragon prince's spiritual fruit was also filled with black water.

Wow!

At this time, all the monks present were stunned.

What is going on?

For four geniuses in a row, none of the normal spiritual fruits could be produced, but instead they were all the same as rotten eggs?

This is too rubbish!

This kind of bad consequences has not happened before in Wudao Mountain. Even this time, there were only one or two in Wudao Mountain at first.

But this kind of situation will only happen to those second-generation ancestors who have no knowledge and skills and rely purely on the power of their ancestors and the pills to force their cultivation.

This made many monks' eyes flash with suspicion.

These talented princes must have been doing something inside for three days. It can't be that they haven't understood it at all.

Could it be that these four are actually useless, but they just hide it better.

After all, the quality of the spiritual fruit determines how much the Venerable values ​​the monk's talent.

The smelly spiritual fruit, doesn't this mean that Wudao Mountain is very dissatisfied with their talents?

Even with this result, even those monks who had not been ideal in opening the spiritual fruit before became a little complacent.

Although my spiritual fruit is a bit poor, at least I'm not embarrassed and I'm not a loser.

The cultivators were in an uproar, and the four of them had gloomy expressions as they gathered together to discuss the reasons.

"Quiet, quiet!"

Seeing the various opinions among the cultivators below, and the sound of ridicule, Palace Master Hong frowned and immediately shouted.

With a thunderous voice, it suppressed all kinds of noise.

"Alright, next, it's the turn of the two declining monks to take the stage one after another. The order is also in accordance with what I said before."

"The Beauty of the Sun and the Moon"

"Fellow Taoist Ying, what does your spiritual fruit look like?"

Seeing that Ying Yuci was about to come on stage, Mr. Lin's expression changed and he quickly called him to stop.

"My spiritual fruit? Do you suspect that I am the same as yours?" Ying Yuci frowned.

In fact, Ying Yuci himself doubted whether these guys were really trash?

After all, there has been no war in Kyushu Continent for a long time. Although there are daily discussions, no one will make a desperate move and show their true trump card.

Could it be that Young Master Peng Aolin and others are just a bunch of trash, and he has misjudged them?

"No, Mr. Ying, the four of us have been discussing it for a long time. The only thing we can share is that we all have a grudge against Qin Cheng and want to harm him in Wudao Mountain, and you are the last one." The prince of the Jiao tribe said.

Ying Yuci was stunned.

If you think about it carefully, this is really what happened.

"Unfortunately, my spiritual fruit is different from yours."

However, Ying Yuci smiled and shook his head.

With a flip of his palm, he took out a two-color spirit fruit.

"this……"

Mr. Lin and others were suddenly confused.

Qin Cheng was in Wudao Mountain, but he kept scolding Ying Yuci.

If he really did something, how could he let the other person go?

Just when a few people were stunned, Ying Yuci was already holding the spiritual fruit and flew up to the spiritual platform.

Putting the spirit fruit in the formation, Ying Yuci had some expectations.

I haven't officially entered the Second-Delay cultivation realm yet, but I have already experienced the results of the Second-Delay cultivator at Wudao Mountain.

The characteristics of the spiritual fruit in hand also confirm this.

With his body of one decline, he opened a spiritual fruit that could only be possessed by two cultivators. Ying Yuci glanced around and found that some of the monks were already looking surprised.

Even if this matter really has something to do with Qin Cheng, it has nothing to do with him. It is impossible for Qin Cheng to see him when he is with the Ersei cultivator.
Chapter completed!