Supreme Training System

Chapter 200 The Ancestor of Youquan
"Rampant? Are you talking about me? Have you misunderstood?"

Zhao Xing looked serious, as if he was wronged: "Didn't you say that after drinking ten cups of fleeting time, you can get a promise. My current promise has already been used. That is to clean up these presumptuous boys!"

presumptuous?

In terms of presumptuousness, who in the entire Great Chu Kingdom can compare with you?
At this moment, many warriors had a common thought in their hearts.

"This is a prodigal son! That's a promise from Fanxing Restaurant, and it was wasted like this!"

A martial artist seemed to open his mouth so wide that he could even stuff his fist.

"Are you really sure?"

Even the old man in Fanxing Restaurant couldn't believe his ears: "That's a legendary strong man, who has made great efforts to destroy the existence of princes with a snap of his fingers. A promise wasted on..."

Although the old man's words were not finished, the meaning was very clear.

"If you say that! I really regret it a little bit! It's a bit of a waste to use such a big killer on these little brats."

Zhao Xing said so, which naturally caused a burst of ridicule.

However, his next words,
But it is directly confusing.

"But! It's just right to make me feel refreshed. What's more, it's actually very simple to get a promise from the behind-the-scenes presence of the restaurant. I just need to drink another ten cups of Fleeting Time, and everything will be solved?"

Zhao Xing's frivolous words were very casual.

"How dare you brag! Drink another ten cups? Is it cool for nothing? If he can drink another half cup without getting drunk, I'll just eat this Qingyao stone platform."

A warrior said mockingly.

"Hey! Accept it when you see it! You don't understand the basic principles of being human, and you are destined to end tragically."

Apparently, for Zhao Xing's self-defeating behavior, there was constant ridicule.

"you sure?"

This old man seemed to be the first time seeing such an arrogant martial artist, so he couldn't help asking again.

"Of course! Of course I'm sure. If you find it troublesome, you can take out dozens of cups of fleeting time together and let me have a good drink."

At this moment, everyone didn't know how to speak?
It seems that they have become a little numb to Zhao Xing's behavior.

However, Zhao Xing was still a bit mean.

There was no sarcasm, which made him seem a little unaccustomed to it.

Looking around, when he saw Xiu Peng limp on the ground, he couldn't help but smile.

"This poor little friend, if you're interested, take a gamble with me!"

Since the face is slapped.

It is necessary to display a set of combined punches.

Be sure to step on the opponent completely, there is no possibility of turning over.

This is also Zhao Xing's principle.

In other words, apart from Xiu Peng, there will not be two warriors who hate Zhao Xing the most at this time.

The majestic son of the Condor Eagle King, the famous head of the Eleven Young Masters in the holy capital of Chu, should be full of scenery wherever he goes.

Now, not only was he severely slapped in the face, but this tragic scene was broadcast live directly in front of tens of millions of warriors in the holy capital.

The reason for this result is their own fault.

If it hadn't been forcibly suppressed, perhaps, he would have spit out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out directly on the ground.

It is Xiu Peng's character to seek revenge.

No matter who the other party is?

What kind of identity you have is a fact that cannot be changed.

Now, Zhao Xing's arrogance made the opportunity appear again, and Xiu Peng would naturally not let it go.

"Gamble! Why don't you bet? It's just that I'm afraid of you, so I can't afford to bet!"

Xiu Peng, the son of the Condor King, wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and said so.

"A very familiar sentence!"

The corner of Zhao Xing's mouth revealed a trace of ridicule: "I can't afford to gamble! Even if you mortgage your Condor King's palace, I can get something equivalent."

Zhao Xing just told a big truth.

Obviously, it will only be ridiculed by many warriors.

However, he doesn't care about these things now.

For him, only reputation is eternal!
"Okay! This time we will bet hard. If you can drink a hundred cups of fleeting time without getting drunk, you can take out ten treasures from the secret storehouse of our Condor Eagle Palace. If you fail the challenge, you can Be my slave, and let me dispose of you."

One hundred cups!
One hundred cups!

The unique breath of time contained in that kind of fleeting time can definitely corrode the soul.

Even warriors in the secret realm of heaven and man can hardly resist the corrosion of this mysterious substance.

In the hearts of many warriors, Zhao Xing would never agree to such a harsh bet.

"can!"

When Zhao Xing's affirmative words sounded, a series of riots were caused instantly.

Even those warriors who really knew his details couldn't help shaking their heads.

"Although Zhao Xing is unparalleled in combat power, he underestimates the power of fleeting years. Fleeting years are diluted by the underworld and brewed with many mysterious medicines. The superimposed power of a hundred cups of fleeting years is already equivalent to three or four cups. A cup of real Huangquan. Even I have to be careful of Huangquan!"

This is a young boy who looks very young, full of breath of life.

He stood quietly in a corner.

Just the aura emanating from his body made the plants within a radius of tens of feet grow wildly.

It was Aoki!

This is a real boss, Aoki who has already set foot in the realm of the Martial God, if the main body takes shape, he will definitely be hit by the God of Destruction Thunder.

However, just an incarnation of an idea, his combat power is comparable to that of a warrior in the secret realm of heaven and man.

"I'm just a fledgling, and I don't know the power of the water of the Yellow Spring. Today, let your soul be buried here completely."

Rumor has it that before the Great Chu Kingdom was established, the stars had already appeared.

It's even a living fossil of history.

Over time, some high-ranking warriors still knew a little bit about Fan Xing.

However, even the superficiality of this point can make many princes turn pale with fright.

Although Patriarch Youquan has a name, it is enough to make many strong men uneasy.

Youquan, also known as Nether Yellow Spring.

It seems that the only meaning of existence of the Netherworld Qi is to obliterate the soul.

Ordinary warriors will be wiped out of their memory just by absorbing a little bit of the energy of the underworld.

Absorbing too much energy from the underworld can even directly cause the soul to collapse.

The water of the Yellow Spring is the condensation of Nether Qi.The damage to the soul is stronger.

And the reason why fleeting years become gentle is because the ancestor Youquan completely controls the mystery of Youquan.

Then, use special medicinal materials to neutralize Huang Quan's overbearing.

In fact, just now Zhao Xing poured ten cups of fleeting time together, which actually caused the restlessness of the spirit of the underworld.

Now, Zhao he claims to challenge a hundred cups of fleeting time, which is definitely an act of death.

"Ha ha!"

A sinister laugh sounded, and at this time Xiu Peng was already holding Zhizhu.

"Don't worry! If you become my servant, I won't wrong you. I will take you, a waste, to see the wonders of the heavens and worlds. However, you are destined to lie on my feet like a dog." It is also your honor to let you lick my shoes."

(End of this chapter)