Although his premonition was a bit strange, Mr. Lin still reached out and touched the water ball.

As a result, the skin of the water ball seemed to be very weak. Before Mr. Lin's fingers could touch it, the object exploded by itself.

Bang!

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

In an instant, it was like scattering cuttlefish juice, and black droplets of liquid sprinkled down in all directions.

Moreover, this black juice, like ink, also had an unpleasant stench, just like a mixture of shit and urine that had fermented for a hundred days.

The confused Young Master Lin was the first to be involved and was sprinkled with the black water.

The neat clothes, hair, and even the cheeks were like a layer of feces were poured on.

Even by accident, Mr. Lin's slightly opened mouth was sputtered in a few drops in the penalty area.

Subconsciously shutting my mouth, causing the black liquid to flow into the stomach along my throat.

The sour feeling made Mr. Lin feel a foul stinking his soul, waving his internal organs, and trembling all over his body.

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

"vomit!"

Then, he couldn't help but spit out.

"Damn, what kind of stinky fruit is this?"

"Don't come over!"

Seeing Mr. Lin falling down, the cultivators also changed their expressions.

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

But now the smell spreads out, and everyone smells this indescribable disgusting aura.

This breath hit the soul and poured in completely along the pores, making them feel like they fell into the cesspool and could not crawl out.

Watching Mr. Lin land, everyone pinched their noses and scattered wildly.

"What the hell is Lin Songyue doing!"

The face of the palace master changed slightly. With a wave of his hand, the wind surging and the spiritual energy floated.

He hurriedly cleaned up the spiritual platform and the stench of black liquid around him.

The Palace Master Guo's face turned dark. He wanted to catch Lin Songyue, but the smell was too strong. He hesitated for a moment and did not fall down. Instead, he used the magic to wrap Lin Songyue with spiritual energy and threw it out directly.

"Next."

The Palace Master Zhu quickly cleaned up the inside and outside the spiritual platform with a cleansing spell before arranging the next monk to appear.

"What's wrong with Mr. Lin? The spiritual fruit can be nourished until it smells bad. I guess he hasn't mastered anything in the past few days."

Behind Mr. Lin is Peng Ao.

A little gloating sneered, and Peng Ao also climbed to the spiritual platform.

He also ambitiously placed the spirit fruit into the formation.

However, what confused Peng Ao was that after the spirit fruit was opened, it was actually a black thing.

Bang!

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

It is worthy of being the Peng clan, and its speed is a little faster than that of humans.

The spirit fruit exploded, which only made Peng Ao's back with some foul black spots and a large amount of black liquid spilled on the entire spirit platform again.

"What's going on!"

Zhu Kun was also stunned.

Two consecutive geniuses, the spiritual fruits were invalid, which was obviously a bit abnormal.

Waving his hand and erasing the black liquid again, the Mingzhou genius who appeared below also looked a little hesitant.

Why do you feel that the spiritual fruit at hand is similar to that of Peng Ao and Mr. Lin?

He appeared on the stage with a tough bullet. When he just saw the black liquid in the spirit fruit, the genius ran away.

The last one to appear was the Prince of the Jiao clan.

The prince of the Jiao clan was the most straightforward. He didn't even open the skin. He saw only a touch of black and retreated with a calm face.

And the result was true. There was also a ball of black water in the spiritual fruit of the prince of the Jiao clan.

Wow!

Now, the monks in the audience were shocked.

What's the situation?

There are four geniuses in a row, and even a normal spiritual fruit cannot be opened, but they are all like rotten eggs?

This is too wasteful!

This kind of bad fruit has not appeared before, even this time, there were one or two of them.

But in this case, only those second-generation ancestors who are ignorant and rely solely on the power of their ancestors and rely on elixirs to forcibly foster their cultivation.

This made many monks' eyes look suspicious.

These genius princes have been doing something in it for three days, so they can't understand it at all.

Could it be that these four people are actually useless, but they are just better concealed?

After all, the quality of the spirit fruit determines the Venerable's importance to the cultivator's talent.

Doesn’t the smelly spiritual fruit indicate that Wudaoshan is very unfavorable to their talents?

Even the result was that even the monks who had not been ideal for the spiritual fruit before became a little complacent.

Although my spiritual fruit is a little bad, at least I am not embarrassed, I am not useless.

The cultivators were in an uproar, and the four of them looked gloomy and gathered together to discuss the reasons.

"Silent, quiet!"

Seeing the cultivators below having different opinions and ridicule sounds everywhere, Palace Master Hong frowned and immediately shouted.

With thunderous sounds, all kinds of noises were suppressed.

"Okay, next, it's the second-decade monks who have gone to the stage one by one, and the order is the same as what I said before."

"Fellow Daoist, what is your spiritual fruit like?"

Seeing Ying Yuci going to go to the stage, Mr. Lin's expression changed and he hurriedly called him.

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

In fact, Ying Yuci also doubted in his heart whether these guys were really useless?

After all, there has been no war in Jiuzhou Lu for a long time. Although there are daily competitions, no one will kill him and show his true trump card.

Could it be that Mr. Peng Aolin and others were just a group of waste who had taken a look at him?

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

Ying Yuci was stunned.

If you think about it carefully, that's the case.

"It's a pity that my spiritual fruit is different from yours."

However, Ying Yuci smiled and shook his head.

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

"this……"

Mr. Lin and others were immediately confused.

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

If he really had some moves, how could he let the other party go?

Just as the few people were stunned, Ying Yuci was already holding the spirit fruit in his hand and flew to the spirit platform.

Ying Yuci was looking forward to putting the spirit fruit in the formation.

I have not officially entered the level of Second Degradation, but I have already experienced the achievements of a Second Degradation monk in Wudao Mountain.

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

With the body of one decline, he opened up the spiritual fruit that only two decline monks could possess. Ying Yuci glanced down and found that some monks were already surprised.

Even if this matter is really related to Qin Cheng, it has nothing to do with him. Qin Cheng would not be able to see him with the Ershang Cultivator.
Chapter completed!