Trace Powder, a medicine specially used for various other people, is a twin pill. After sprinkling Trace Powder on others, you need to take another pill to smell the unique smell of Trace Powder.

The range is five thousand kilometers, which is the tracking range of a sage realm.

It has no effect on the realm of a wise man, but for the Saint Fighting Warriors, the effect is not very large.

"I don't know either." Zhou Tongming looked crying and tears-free. If he knew that he had been stalked, he wouldn't have been swaying outside so swaying.

"Okay, there are no wise men and powerful people here now. We can only wait until the time passes before continuing to rush forward." Zhao Yu had no intention of calculating. Things have already happened, so what are you still calculating about?

Besides, this matter is not Zhou Tongming’s fault.

"Wait for time to pass? What does it mean? Is there still a time limit for the tracking sans?" Zhou Tongming's eyes lit up. He didn't know that there were such restrictions for the tracking sans.

"Of course, if there is no time limit, then wouldn't this pill be invincible?"

There is an old man from Western Poison who is known as the number one person using poison in the mainland. Zhao Yu doesn't tell these strange pills clearly, but he has more knowledge than others.

Tracking scatters only work for warriors below the sage realm, and not only have scope limitations, but also time limitations. Therefore, this makes the famous tracking scatters that were originally studied become useless.

Outside, no one usually uses tracking to deal with others unless it is unexpected.

The range limit is five thousand miles, while the time limit is three days. In short, it has been about three days since Zhou Fuming and others were intercepted. This is no wonder that the people from the Nangong family are so anxious to find Zhou Fuming. The reason is very simple... The Nangong family really doesn't know the exact location of the Jiuling Platform. They want to use Zhou Fuming as the intro to follow Zhou Fuming.

However, what they didn't expect was... Zhou Fuming was surrounded by a monster whose spiritual consciousness could be comparable to the sage realm, so this time they miscalculated.

Zhao Yu was not in a hurry. Now that he already knew the other party’s purpose, as long as he was not lucky enough to hit the other party, Yan Liangshan would be so big... I guess he would not meet again until it was over.

The day passed quickly, but Zhao Yu was leisurely and Long Xing was so angry that he almost felt pain.

He used a quota from the super family to cover up Zhao Yu's traces. Zhao Yu was fine. Just one day passed and he got hooked up with others.

This is like no cover.

The upper realm token can only be viewed by those young masters, but Zhou Fuming is a young master of a first-class family, and he is also the first family to enter.

Although there are hundreds of thousands of people entering Yanliangshan, there are not many people who can be watched. Just like Zhou Fuming is like this now, as long as he does not die, someone will always pay attention to him. At that time, Zhao Yu, a real Saint Warrior, but his identity token, does not have a surveillance function, it is difficult for him to not be noticed.

"Ghost King, I understand. You people from Bajue Sect are all fearless masters from old to young. Didn't you tell that little guy to act alone after entering?"

"It seems that there is no." The Ghost Emperor thought about it, and it seemed... there was really nothing. Although he was not arranged by himself, judging by Zhao Yu's behavior now, he probably didn't know the secrets and tricks in Yan Liangshan.

"You are amazing." Long Xing covered his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

He really didn't know whether the Ghost King should be said to be good at being brave or ignorant.

There are so many people entering Yanliangshan, aren’t you afraid of being beaten to death? Moreover, a small Saint Fighting Warrior dared to go in alone without any understanding of Yanliangshan. Is this seeking death or death?

"It depends on his luck. So what if he can't win the top ten? No one can stop what I want to do in Bajue Sect. The road is all my own way, and I believe him." The Ghost Emperor said this was a domineering leak, and Long Xing next to him started to have a headache again.

No one can stop what the Bajue Sect wants to do, and this Bajue Sect has been proven by facts.

But others can't stop you, but you can braid your hair.

However, he also knew that these things had no effect on the Ghost Emperor. There was a kind of thing in the world. His domineering aura made him move forward, and his indomitableness made his enemies scared.

Outside, the highest score of Huimeng Inn, the drunkard stood with a sword in his arms, looking into the direction of Yan Liangshan from afar. Next to him was the seven elders who were holding the drunkard's exclusive wine gourd.

"Lao Qi, that little guy is really okay?" The drunkard was still a little worried. According to the drunkard's meaning, although some of the younger generation of the Bajue Sect could not take up work, there were still twenty or thirty Saint Warriors, and among them, they were usually at least Saint Warriors who were specialized in their own cultivation, but they were almost forty years old.

After all, the Bajue Sect has been operating for so long and planning for so long, it is impossible for it to be without any preparation.

It can only be said that Zhao Yu's performance in two years is too experienced and more in terms of age, which makes the seven ghosts of Bajue Sect bet on Zhao Yu.

But this proposal was rejected by the Seven Olds.

In the words of the Seventh Old One, it is... Since the Bajue Sect has made efforts, then you must have the confidence of the Bajue Sect. If you want to fight, you can exert the domineering aura of the Bajue Sect.

"In Yan Liangshan, the highest combat power is the Saint-Trial Warrior. If that little guy can't even deal with this danger, how can he be the young leader of our Bajue Sect?" The seventh elder took a sip of wine and said softly.

"I'm not talking about this, I mean... why don't you tell him something about Yan Liangshan?" the drunkard sighed.

The Bajue Sect has dominated the continent for so many years. At the beginning, Yan Liangshan could even be said to be the Bajue Sect in charge. No one knows the environment in Yan Liangshan better than the Bajue Sect.

In this case, the seventh elder actually didn't tell Zhao Yu any information, which was the most difficult thing for the drunkard to understand.

"When we entered Yanliang Mountain, the elders of the master sect didn't tell us this." The seventh elder still had the expression of a light and light expression.

"But we had seven of us at that time, but this little guy was only himself, and I was worried that he would not be able to handle it."
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