Swire Overlord

Chapter 193 Should Be Enough

No one knows who is stronger or weaker, Fourth Master or Zhao Yufan.

Zhao Yufan doesn't seem to have any backing, but he is related to many forces, first of all, Qinglanzong, and then Lin Tao and his group of friends. The forces hidden behind him are terrifying, but whether these forces are willing to help him is another matter.

And the fourth master's backing is only Marshal Zhang, who seems weak, but the relationship between the fourth masters alone can cause turmoil in the capital, not to mention the four tyrants in the capital are not only the fourth master, but also three other masters, the four of them They are closely related and form an extremely large network of relationships.

Fourth Master walked in front of Zhao Yufan, and said with a sneer, "Zhao Yufan, Young Master Zhao, you have really admired your name for a long time."

"busy?"

Zhao Yufan asked impatiently, and stepped forward.

Seeing that Zhao Yufan didn't put himself in the slightest, Fourth Master looked cold, "Stop!"

Zhao Yufan naturally wouldn't stop, Fourth Master's eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly, "Go!"

More than a dozen high-level warriors flocked to Zhao Yufan, each took out their weapons, and rushed towards Zhao Yufan.

Zhao Yufan was quite helpless, took out a golden dragon stick, turned around and charged towards the crowd.

The golden shadows danced like golden snakes, swimming among the warriors, biting the warriors' bodies fiercely.

In less than a minute, more than a dozen warriors fell to the ground.

Zhao Yufan carried the golden dragon stick and walked up to Fourth Master, his face was covered with frost, and the surrounding air became colder.

Fourth Master's body trembled, cold sweat came out from the pores of his body, and he kept backing away in fright.

"Ah!" Zhao Yufan roared suddenly, and the golden dragon stick slammed down hard.

Fourth Master was so frightened that he looked up to breathe the air, hugged his head tightly with both hands, and fell to the ground.

However, the golden dragon stick did not fall. After waiting for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked in front of him. There was no one in front of him. His hands were slowly lowered from his head. He sat on the ground and looked around. Zhao Yufan had long since disappeared without a trace. gone.

People around were whispering and snickering from time to time.

Zhao Yufan didn't want to offend too many people, the forces in Kyoto were complicated, he didn't want to get involved, the important thing now was cultivation.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the academy, he saw Ji Zihao.

When Ji Zihao saw him, he strode closer, deliberately raised his voice, and said, "Zhao Yufan, I want to beat you!"

Zhao Yufan glanced at Ji Zihao, shook his head slightly, and walked around him without saying a word.

The people watching the excitement around him were puzzled and didn't understand what he meant. Is it disdain?Or is it fear?
Ji Zihao's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with killing intent, "Stop! I want to beat you!"

Zhao Yufan walked forward silently, and said in a comforting tone: "What's the use of beating me? Can Ji Chen recover after beating me? If you have time to beat me, why not go and see Ji Chen."

These words were like poison, stimulating Ji Zihao, without any hesitation, he slapped him suddenly.

boom!
With a muffled sound, Zhao Yufan flew out in an instant, staggering like a falling leaf, and fell to the ground. Scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, as bright as the green buds on the branches of an elm tree, which was particularly conspicuous.

Ji Zihao didn't continue to attack. He knew very well that someone didn't want Zhao Yufan to die, so he couldn't die now. If he continued to attack, some people would definitely stop him. Their Ji family was just a small family and couldn't bear the anger of some people.

Stubbornly getting up from the ground, Zhao Yufan's eyes were filled with a strong chill, "You dare not kill me." He didn't ask, but was extremely sure.

Looking at the slowly leaving back, Ji Zihao's excited face was like a sudden change of weather, gloomy and cold.

Following the direction in which Zhao Yufan left, one could see drops of blood, red like little flames, venting his anger and unwillingness.

Along the way, he always maintained a calm look, as if he was not the one who was hurt, but someone else, but no one knew that he was very angry and unwilling.

He hadn't encountered such a situation for a long time, and he even forgot that someone could hurt him. After being attacked today, he suddenly realized that he was just a high-level warrior, the most common existence among warriors, and this sudden sense of oppression , making him want to improve his strength as soon as possible.

However, now he needs to heal his injuries, Li Zihao's palm is to teach him a lesson, so the hit is on the waist, as long as he moves his body, he can feel pain.

Cultivation is an easy task, at least for Zhao Yufan, but before practice, some pills must be refined.He opened the storage ring, and there were more than ten million spirit stones in it, which should be enough to buy herbs.

There are many alchemy pavilions in Kyoto, and the alchemy pavilion is a place that specializes in alchemy, buying and selling pills, and buying and selling herbs.The best alchemy pavilion is the Pill King Building. The Pill King Building is the industry of the Pill Artifact Sect and almost monopolizes all the pills.

In the Pill King Pavilion, Zhao Yufan wandered around the shelves, looked at the nearby herbs and elixirs, and shook his head from time to time.

"My dear guest, what do you want?" a young man asked cautiously.

"Dragon Tiger Pill."

Hearing this, the little guy looked disappointed, "I'm really sorry, there's no Dragon Tiger Pill recently, but if you're not in a hurry, you can wait for ten days."

Zhao Yufan asked again: "Is there any medicinal herb for refining Dragon Tiger Pill?"

The man continued to shake his head, "No, if there are herbs, there will be dragon and tiger pills."

"How many perfect pills do you have here?"

Hearing the distinguished guest's question, the young man looked at him in surprise and was puzzled. Every question asked by this guest was more difficult than the last one. He felt that he couldn't handle it, so he couldn't help but look at the boss. "Sorry, I'm not sure, you can ask our boss."

Patting the boy on the shoulder, Zhao Yufan smiled slightly, walked up to the boss, and asked, "Excuse me, how many perfect pills do you have here? No matter the grade."

When the boss heard this, a shrewd look flashed in his eyes, "How much do you need?"

"The more the better."

"Ten?"

"Too little."

"Fifty?"

"It's still a little bit less."

"A hundred coins should be enough, right?"

Zhao Yufan looked at the roof, and replied uncertainly: "It should be enough."

The two reached a simple agreement, and the boss invited Zhao Yufan upstairs, and took out a hundred perfect pills ranging from the first grade to the fourth grade, "Take a look."

Zhao Yufan scanned the pill, nodded in satisfaction, and asked, "How many spirit stones?"

"1000."

Taking out the spirit stone, Zhao Yufan left.

Seeing the back of Zhao Yufan leaving, the boss's face became extremely curious. He ignored the spirit stone on the table, closed the door directly, and told a waiter, "Notify the sect that Zhao Yufan bought a lot of perfect pills. I don't know what to do." .”

(End of this chapter)