Swire Overlord

Chapter 15

The scorching sun was in the sky, the voices of people were buzzing, and the noise was like a tide, wave after wave.

At ten o'clock, some masters among the inner disciples had already appeared, and they did not express any opinion on the fact that Zhao Yufan had not appeared so far.

Han Bingyue was wearing a white robe, her temple hair was fluttering gently, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Zhao Yufan must be sleeping.

At noon, it was time for dinner, and everyone was impatient with waiting. Even Han Bingyue frowned slightly, and looked in the direction of Zhao Yufan's room worriedly. Time will not only have to face the masters of the Qingyun list.

"he came!"

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly, and everyone turned their heads neatly behind them. The black crowd was completely silent, and countless eyes were fixed on the small black spot that was getting closer behind them.

The small black dot gradually became larger, and Zhao Yufan finally appeared in everyone's sight.

The crowd spread to both sides like a tide, making way for Zhao Yufan.

He casually took small steps, step by step forward, every step, everyone felt a little nervous, and when he reached the ring, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing straight on the ring, he asked in a drawn out voice, "Who is the ninth master? How dare you come up to fight..." His words were casual, with contempt in his tone.

The voice floated in the blue sky, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and a young man jumped onto the ring. This person was like a sharp sword that had just been unsheathed, with a chilling intent all over his body.

Zhao Yufan glanced at the young man contemptuously, lowered his head and raised his right hand, gently patted the clothes on his chest, and asked lazily, "Who are you?"

"Me? The eighth best player on the Qingyun Ranking, Zhao..."

Just when the young man was halfway through, Zhao Yufan interrupted him impolitely, and said with a displeased face, "Eighth? I'm going to challenge the ninth master first. Go and wait at the back. You may get beaten."

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard the words. Zhao Yufan's words were too arrogant. To let his opponents line up and be beaten before he even challenged him is definitely showing extreme contempt for the masters of the Qingyun Ranking.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, his eyes widened, and his upper and lower teeth intertwined and rubbed together because of hatred. He took out a golden sword and pointed it at Zhao Yufan's chest without saying a word.

The atmosphere instantly became dignified, and everyone's mentality was the same as Der Spiegel's. This was the prelude to the big battle.

Everyone's eyes naturally shifted to Zhao Yufan, and saw that he slowly raised his right arm, bent the middle finger of his right hand, clasped the thumb tightly with the middle finger, and flicked lightly at the golden sword.

Suddenly, the golden sword made a clear and pleasant sound, and at the same time the sword trembled slightly, undulating like water waves.

When Zhao Yufan flicked it like this, it was like hitting everyone's heart, and everyone's heart rose and fell like a sword, trembling slightly.

Who would have guessed?In such a dignified atmosphere, Zhao Yufan would do such a weird thing?

What was even more exasperating was that after he finished playing the sword, he even wiped the middle finger of his right hand with his left hand, as if to say that the middle finger of his right hand was dirty from playing the sword, and he needed to wipe it off.

Zhao Yufan wiped his right hand with a very serious expression, so serious that many people believed it was true, stood on tiptoe, raised his head, and looked at the golden sword, thinking that there was really some dirt on the sword.

The young man glared at Zhao Yufan with a sword in his hand. This was the greatest shame in his life. He expressed his anger in the simplest words: "I want you to die!"

With a sly smile on his face, Zhao Yufan replied solemnly: "Line up!"

His words were very serious, but it seemed to everyone that he was contemptuous of his opponent. Many disciples around him couldn't help laughing when they heard his words.

At this time, Zhao Yufan rolled his eyelids upwards, took a few glances at the young man, and suddenly turned around and walked around. The moment he turned around, a sly smile flashed on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of huge confidence.

The moment Zhao Yufan turned around, the youth's sword pierced straight out, as fast as a ray of sunlight, piercing Zhao Yufan's back in the blink of an eye.

The sword pierced Zhao Yufan's back, and the moment the sword touched Zhao Yufan's body, his lips moved slightly and he shouted softly, "Break!"

His voice was very soft, but it resounded through the sky, following his voice, the surroundings were dead silent.

Everyone stared at the golden sword with dull and terrified faces. The sword began to break from the tip strangely, slowly extended to the hilt, and finally turned into pieces of golden leaves scattered on the ground.

The young man held the empty air in his hands, his face was dull, and his eyes were full of fear.Everyone's mood was as complicated as that of the youth. They didn't know what happened, why did the sword suddenly break?But they know one thing, the youth failed, the defeat was strange, the defeat was bizarre, and the defeat was incredible.

When Zhao Yufan said it was broken, the sword was really broken.

What you just said is like an imperial decree, everything dare not disobey.

Zhao Yufan defeated his opponent with one word.

It was difficult for everyone to understand that there would be such a horrible thing in the world. They were thinking that if Zhao Yufan said he was dead, would the young man just now die?Thinking of this, everyone's hairs stood on end, and they looked at Zhao Yufan in horror.

Zhao Yufan wasn't too happy, because in the eyes of some experts, everything he did was under the control of this group of people. Things that seemed weird and bizarre were actually very simple.

Someone had indeed guessed the method Zhao Yufan used. Although the method was simple, few people could do it as easily as he did.Although the masters could see the methods Zhao Yufan used, they still had to admire him, because if it were them, they would definitely not be able to do it.

Looking at the distraught young man, Zhao Yufan shook his head, and reproachfully said, "If you were told to line up, you won't line up. It's the end of it now." He glanced at the crowd and shouted towards the ring: "Ninth in the Qingyun Ranking Where are the masters? Hurry up, my time is limited, and I don't have time to play with you."

If this sentence was said at the beginning, everyone would definitely scoff, but at this moment, they obediently shut up and dared not speak. The No.8 master was defeated by Zhao Yufan, let alone the ninth master.

Master No. 9 walked out of the crowd silently, extremely nervous. Zhao Yufan defeated the eighth master with a single sentence, and he would probably be defeated by others with a single sentence. He stopped before reaching Zhao Yufan, and said in shame: " I surrender!"

There is no laughter around, and normal people would make such a conscious choice.

The ninth master surrendered, and everyone's eyes naturally moved to the seventh master.The Seventh Master is a short young man, his small eyes roll around, and the bridge of his nose is slightly sunken, giving people a sinister feeling.

In order to deal with Zhao Yufan, he carefully prepared a lot of good things, and even had extremely powerful attacking items from the inner sect.His goal is simple - to kill Zhao Yufan, defeat him if he can't be killed, hurt him if he can't be defeated, consume his strength if he can't be injured, in short, he can't let Zhao Yufan win easily.

(End of this chapter)