Hei Fengtian raised his head and saw a Yaowanggu disciple standing in front of him holding a spirit stone for testing.

Like everyone else, Hei Fengtian stretched out his hand and touched the spirit stone, but the spirit stone did not respond.

The same goes for Shan Zicheng, Heisha, and Shi Qing.

Several people were ruled out of suspicion, and the disciple of Yaowanggu walked towards the person next to him with the spirit stone.

Tian Zong glanced at the Yaowanggu disciples who were walking away, intending to continue the topic just now, when he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly shouted angrily not far away.

"Why are you running! Get checked!" Another Yaowanggu disciple held a spirit stone in his hand and glanced at a thin man.

The skinny man was not dressed gorgeously, but he was better than ordinary people. Feeling the gaze of the disciples of Yaowanggu, the man cringed and defended in a low voice: "No, it's not me."

"Stretch out your hand! Hurry up!" There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes of the spirit man of Medicine King Valley, and at the same time, several staff members were watching the situation here.

This time the skinny man became even more flustered, moving his steps to get into the crowd.

"Want to run?"

There was an angry shout, and then a black shadow rushed over.

Shadow was still dressed in black, his eyes spit out anger, and he grabbed the man's shoulder as soon as he stretched out his hand, and with the palm of his hand, he directly swung the skinny man up.

poof.

The skinny man was thrown onto the round platform by the shadow, instantly attracting thousands of eyes, even a few tower masters looked sideways.

The air was instantly filled with pressure, and the frightened thin man lay on the ground, unable to lift his limbs.

"No, it's not me, it's really not me." The skinny man looked at the shadow that kept approaching him, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

The man knows that he can't escape today!

Swish!

Shadow's body suddenly sped up, and he stepped on the man's chest.

This man's cultivation base is only at the beginning of the ninth level, and he has no power to resist the half-step Huang Ling's shadow.

"Lingshi." Shadow stretched out his hand to the side, his voice low.

A disciple of Yaowang Valley hurriedly handed the Lingshi in his hand to Shadow.

Shadow twitched his toes, and the skinny man grinned in pain. He forcibly pulled the man's hand and let him touch the spirit stone.

A simple action made everyone's heart hang.

Is this person... really an assassin?

There is such a weak assassin?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shadow pressed the man's palm on the spirit stone for three or four seconds.

No response!

The transparent spirit stone is the same as usual, there is no change at all!

"Huh?" Shadow frowned slightly, looking at the man at his feet.

At this time, the skinny man had been trampled by the shadow and his face was distorted. He struggled in pain and said, "It's not me, it's really not me..."

The vigilance in Shadow's eyes slowly dissipated, and the soles of his feet moved away from the man's chest. The moment he withdrew his palm, Shadow's eyes suddenly caught a blood-red tattoo on the back of the man's hand!

boom!

The shadow just raised the sole of his foot and dropped it suddenly, stepping on the man's chest again.

"What's the matter!" Bai Zhixuan came over with a cold face, tested the spirit stone and there was no response, which proved that the man did not have a poisonous primer, but the shadow's reaction obviously found something.

"Director, look at this." The shadow restrained the skinny man's spiritual power, and rolled up his sleeve with one hand.

On the man's forearm, there was a blood-red tattoo, faintly glowing under the light of fluorite.

"Huh? A member of Guiluomen?" Bai Zhixuan frowned, and directly blasted out a ball of spiritual power, breaking the skinny man's legs.

"Drag it on." Bai Zhixuan's subordinate waved his hand, glanced around the field, and said seriously: "Continue to test, we can't miss anyone!"