Swire Overlord

Chapter 5
The sun was scorching hot, and the eyes of the two on the ring met each other, their eyes full of confidence.

Wang Teng grabbed Zhao Yufan's hand with full confidence. As long as he used a little force, Zhao Yufan's hand could be destroyed, and as long as he increased his strength, he could squeeze Zhao Yufan's hand into a meat paste.

"Trash is trash after all!"

Wang Teng repeated what he had just said with the loudest voice in his life.

The sound reverberated, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

The moment Wang Teng finished speaking, Zhao Yufan smiled strangely.

Wang Teng was taken aback for a moment, his eyes alert.

"puff!"

Zhao Yufan suddenly spit out a mouthful of saliva.

The saliva spewed out of his mouth, and instantly turned into countless water droplets. The water droplets instantly turned into ice particles in the air, and Putiandi sprayed it on Wang Teng's face.

The ice pellets hit Wang Teng's face, causing his eyes and ears to lose judgment in a moment, and his face was even sunken, even numb, and he became unconscious.

In an instant.

Zhao Yufan's other hand suddenly flung out.

"Snapped!"

A clear and familiar voice sounded.

The bodies of everyone under the ring trembled, as if the slap had just slapped themselves on the face, pain and fear.

They looked at the spinning top on the ring, and there was no sound for a while.

Wang Teng's words seemed to be echoing in the sky: Trash is trash after all, but the voice was extremely ear-piercing. It was meant to mock Zhao Yufan, but now it was more like mocking Wang Teng.

Wang Teng spun on the ring like a top, and Zhao Yufan walked away slowly from the steps of the ring step by step with a sinister smile on his lips.

Before leaving, Zhao Yufan suddenly said: "They are all surnamed Wang, they should belong to the same family, I think they should be called Si Xiaotuo, hehe..."

"Uh……"

Everyone present was silent, but Wang Teng, Wang Zhong, Wang Hua, and Wang Yu were called the Four Little Spinning Tops from then on.

Zhao Yufan wins three battles!
Trash turned into rising genius!
Three battles a day, three battles to become famous!

Zhao Yufan ranked No. 20 on the Qing Yun List.

Zhao Yufan's victory shocked countless people, made countless people ecstatic, made countless people worship him, made countless people follow him as an example, and inspired the low-level disciples to practice crazily.

As for Zhao Yufan himself, he wasn't too excited. Even though he was number one among the disciples of the outer sect, there was still a clear gap with the disciples of the inner sect. His goal was the inner sect, the elite!

"Now we must hurry up to improve our strength and prepare for the inner sect qualifying competition in a few days' time!" Zhao Yufan clenched his fists, already paying attention in his heart, he wanted to leave Qinglanzong, go outside to buy some medicinal materials, refine elixir, and forcibly improve his strength!
The Inner Sect Qualification Tournament is a competition specially set up for the Outer Sect Disciple. Only by passing the Inner Sect Qualification Tournament can one hope to become an Inner Sect Disciple. The Inner Sect Qualification Tournament is held every five years. To wait five years.

Zhao Yufan didn't want to wait five years.

He simply packed up his luggage, opened the door and left without the slightest hesitation. As soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard, he stopped suddenly and said with a surprised smile: "Bingyue, you are very well informed, do you know that I have three wars and three wars?" Sheng, come to congratulate me?"

Thinking of the conversation between the two of them last night, Han Bingyue's little heart skipped a beat. She gave Zhao Yufan a hard look, and said coldly, "I'm about to break through the ninth level. Go and refine the elixir for me. Here you go, I can't help it."

The corner of Zhao Yufan's mouth twitched, with mixed feelings in his heart, Han Bingyue was about to become the ninth level of intermediate warrior, and he was still in the first level of intermediate warrior, he was a man, and he was left so far behind by a woman. He opened his mouth and asked, "I have three victories in three battles, don't you congratulate me?"

Frost hung on Han Bingyue's pretty face, and she repeated: "Give me alchemy!"

"Congratulations?" Zhao Yufan also repeated.

Han Bingyue frowned and looked at Zhao Yufan. If this guy wasn't good at alchemy, she wished she could slap him to death. Her red lips moved slightly, and she said angrily, "Congratulations, give me alchemy!"

"I know, I'm about to go down the mountain, and I'll give you the elixir when I come back," Zhao Yufan said, and strode out.

Staring at Zhao Yufan's back, Han Bingyue frowned slightly, and said softly to herself: "Are you going to participate in the inner door qualifying competition? Come on! I believe in you."

Leaving Qinglanzong, Zhao Yufan couldn't practice along the way, but he could practice martial arts. At this time, he was staggering, taking two steps back every time he took a step, sometimes posing in strange poses, and sometimes turning in circles on the spot.

Martial skills are simply attack skills. They are divided into four levels from strong to weak. The tenth level means that one has fully comprehended the essence of this martial art and displayed the strongest power of this martial art.

At this time, what Zhao Yufan was practicing was a light-weight exercise "Ghost Step". This was a martial skill he remembered in his previous life. He is known as a master of qinggong.

Because he has the memory of the previous life, he has mastered the ghost walk in a short time, and he is like a ghost, erratically shuttling through the jungle, like a cunning rabbit.

In the dense green jungle, the sparse sunlight sprinkled on the ground, dividing the ground into countless small grids of light and shade, just like gauze, which swayed with the breeze.

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion in front of him, and the ground trembled.

Zhao Yufan's footsteps paused slightly, his eyes stared blankly ahead, his facial expression was as complicated as the divided light and dark ground.

In front of him, a red-clothed girl in hot attire pinched her waist with one hand and held a giant silver-white ax in the other, looking at the saber-toothed tiger that had been split in half with a smile.

She walked up to the saber-toothed tiger, swung an ax and slashed at the saber-toothed tiger. In a short while, the saber-toothed tiger's body was dismembered, and the surrounding area was dripping with blood, like Shura's hell.

Behind the girl in red stood a girl in white. The girl looked at the saber-toothed tiger with pity in her beautiful eyes, her face was pale, showing pity and intolerance.

"These girls are too ruthless, it's better to leave quickly, they are not easy!" Zhao Yufan thought to himself, turned around and was about to make a detour to leave, just as he took a step, a girl coughed lightly from behind, he frowned slightly, and his pace quickened , took another step, and the girl coughed again.

"Stop, didn't you hear me cough? Do you have a problem with IQ? My cough is to remind you to stop, why don't you stop? Do you know who I am? Believe it or not, I will hit you?" The red-clothed girl blushed, It's really cute. In the past, when she coughed, others would stop, but the boy in front of her still walked away. Obviously, her IQ is not high.

The corner of Zhao Yufan's mouth twitched slightly, and he rolled his eyes, wondering who had the lowest IQ?Who knows what your cough means, in case you have a cold, she sounds like a lady from a wealthy family, he doesn't want to cause trouble.

The saber-toothed tiger is the first-level strength of an intermediate warrior, but he was beheaded by a girl and dismembered, Zhao Yufan didn't want to end up like the saber-toothed tiger, after thinking for a while, he turned around slowly, and innocently asked, "Well, what's the matter? "

(End of this chapter)