Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

The staff member who was able to go everywhere, whether it was Xu Si or Xu San, quickly approached Zhang Chulan.

If it's too late, Zhang Chulan is so useless that he might be eliminated in the first round.

Although they created a small group, they were not allowed to send location information. They tried several times but failed. Whenever they tried to send location information, the Longhushan app they had just downloaded would pop up and block the location information.

It’s even better than the anti-fraud app.

"These Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain are really weird. Have they implanted all their Qi into this app?" Xu Si tried to send the coordinates many times without success. He felt very bad and could only rely on the general direction to find Zhang Chulan.

Song Yuan was not in a hurry at all. After all, this was their business. He just agreed to help Zhang Chulan win the PK competition, which did not mean that he had to help Naludutong find Zhang Chulan.

To him, the entire forest seemed completely open.

Finding the scoreboards was a breeze. You could find a ton of them anywhere.

There is even a ranking list on the Longhushan app. At this time, Song Yuan is far ahead of others and ranks first with 312 points.

This ranking is refreshed every minute.

"Are these people all blind?" Song Yuan walked in the mountains like he was shopping, taking pictures to earn points whenever he had nothing to do, and he could see a bunch of point boards everywhere.

However, during this period he also encountered a puppet released by a disciple of Longhu Mountain.

The puppet looked like a heavenly soldier or general. Song Yuan had seen it before in the live broadcast from heaven. However, the heavenly soldier or general was light yellow all over, including the clothes they wore.

From a distance, it looks like a giant pea that has become a spirit.

"I've always heard that Longhu Mountain has the ability to turn beans into soldiers," Song Yuan watched from a distance and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration, "It seems to be true."

But just as he finished speaking, the knife in his hand flew out. The knife went straight through the big pea that had become a spirit, and flew back again swayingly.

Before the big pea version of the heavenly soldiers and generals could get close to Song Yuan, they split into four and fell to the ground with a click, turning into a pile of white powder.

Song Yuan, curious, went over to take a look with his knife on his back. Seeing a pile of white powder on the ground, he felt a little regretful: "Why can't this be directly turned into pea powder? Maybe it can be used to make pea dough or something. What a waste!"

The disciples of Mount Longhu who were hiding in the forest were trembling.

This Song Yuan is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

The blade energy from the previous knife swept directly in front of the Longhu Mountain disciple, just a little bit away from hitting the face of the Longhu Mountain disciple.

But the disciples of Longhu Mountain felt that Song Yuan was absolutely intentional. It was not just a provocation, but also a warning.

A gully appeared on the ground, which was left by Song Yuan's sword energy. After Song Yuan left, the disciple from Longhu Mountain hurriedly swept away the fallen leaves around it, took a look, and then found that the gully was bottomless.

The disciple from Mount Longhu took a deep breath, took a photo of the gullies on the ground, sent it directly to the group, and described the characteristics of the Song and Yuan dynasties.

In fact, every contestant has a number plate, and Song Yuan’s number plate is 1010.

Since there are 5000 people in total, we just use numbers to encode them.

"Everyone, if you encounter this 1010, you must avoid it." The disciple quickly sent a message in the group: "Don't confront it head-on."

The group was basically full of disciples from Mount Longhu, and they immediately started discussing:

"What kind of heavenly soldiers and generals did you use just now? Didn't they stop it? Oh my god, did one strike really turn it into this horrible state?"

"One blow cut me into four, and killed me with just one blow. A deep gully appeared on the ground, so deep that you couldn't see the bottom."

"This guy is definitely a ruthless person. No wonder the old Taoist priest took special care of him and said he would let him go. I thought he had used some backdoor, but now I find out that it was us who used the backdoor."

"Did the old Taoist priest say that? He was telling us to be careful. We should not mess with this person."

"He's already at the top of the leaderboard. There must be other people who want his points. You know, the leaderboard has codes besides names."

"He's already a hot commodity, so let those talented players take on him. However, I'm afraid he might eliminate quite a few people this round."

"If you're eliminated, then you're eliminated. It doesn't matter."

……

Zhang Lingyu looked at the messages from the Taoists in the group, and his expression was actually a little unhappy.

He had indeed conveyed the old Taoist priest's intention to give Song Yuan a break. Although the old Taoist priest had said before that he was not optimistic about Zhang Chulan, he also considered Zhang Chulan as a backup.

Therefore, not only should Song Yuan be given leniency, but Zhang Chulan should also be given leniency.

At least we have to let these two people enter the second round safely.

Zhang Lingyu did instruct the Taoist priests to let Song Yuan go, but the Taoist priests still thought that Song Yuan had gotten in through the backdoor and were always unhappy.

But now someone has tested Song Yuan's true strength, and they suddenly quieted down.

No one dared to approach the Song and Yuan dynasties anymore.

This caused Song Yuan's score to soar.

It is easy for Qimen to find the scoreboard in such a jungle.

Wang Ye also knew what he had to do: "At least we have to make it to the second round, right? But finding the scoreboard is too easy."

As he spoke, he happened to step on a points token and casually brushed off the points. He glanced at the leaderboard and said, "The knife seller on credit is really lucky. No, maybe it's not luck."

Because in front of Wang Ye stood a tall and strong heavenly soldier, light yellow in color, and even faintly emitting a smell of peas.

"Don't the Taoists at Longhu Mountain have any fresh peas?" Wang couldn't help but say, "This smells like it's cooked."

As he spoke, Wang Ye had already taken up his stance, a very standard Wudang Tai Chi. Coming to the Luotian Grand Ceremony, Wang Ye only wanted to use Wudang Kung Fu and didn't want to reveal his Fenghou Qimen.

Of course, Zhuge Qing already knew about the existence of Fenghou Qimen.

"I still don't know how to deal with that guy." Beating puppets was very easy for the Taoist priest. After a few moves, Wang dismantled the puppet into pieces. "It's really a headache. Why do I still smell like peas?"

The puppet fell to the ground and slowly turned into white powder.

The Taoist priest controlling the puppet stood up and looked in Wang Ye's direction from a distance. "Wudang's Tai Chi is really interesting, but there's more to him than just that. He seems to be a sorcerer as well. I'll throw two more and try."

The Taoist grabbed the soybeans in his pocket and his face froze. "These aren't peas, how could they smell like peas? What did you eat so early in the morning? Why is your sense of taste so dull?"