Destined Martial Lord

Fan Zhan Yang had to pay attention. Even if the people from the sixth region were weak individually, there were still dozens of people, and even he did not want to provoke them.

To be able to defeat him in such a short period of time, he must be at least at the fourth level of Soul Formation!

"I didn't dare to go when the battle started. When I go there to investigate, there will be no one left. However, it shouldn't be Dragon Lake City."

The lackey said in a low voice. He didn't see anything at all.

"Forget it, let's just ignore him. He should be one of those people." Right, have you found any news about that kid? "

Fan Zhan Yang asked in a deep voice.

"No news yet, but we've already been in the forest for two days. Unless he doesn't want to leave our district, as long as he dares to go here, we will definitely catch him."

The lackey sneered.

"Take over the sixth region as well. Don't let the kid pick it up too easily. Go on."

Fan Zhan Yang laid down on the large limestone once again, closing his eyes to rest.

On the afternoon of the third day, more and more people entered the second floor. However, after listening to the idle chatter from those people, many of them came in after paying a protection fee.

Ye Fan couldn't help but pat his head.

"What's the matter with you?"

Murong Xin'er asked in confusion.

"I suddenly realized that I almost missed a good opportunity to earn money!"

Ye Fan sighed towards the sky before quickly walking to the first floor. Murong Xin'er also followed, puzzled.

Those who stayed on the first floor's northeast corner did not have all their cards assembled, which meant they were faced with the fate of being eliminated.

"Brother, do you want a number plate? Two bottles of grade two medicinal pills for one. "

Ye Fan arrived in front of a fat disciple with large ears and quietly said this.

When Murong Xin'er saw this person, she immediately acted as if she didn't know this person and returned to the second floor.

"Give me two!"

"Give me one!"

"Don't fight with me, I want three!"

Before the fatty could even react, the other trial-takers had already surrounded him. One by one, they took out pills and spirit stones from their pockets, competing to buy them.

Ye Fan couldn't help but be surprised. He silently cursed himself for calling out too low a price. This group of people didn't lack money.

"I've discovered that this is a path to becoming rich. Right now I still have eighteen cards in my possession, go and help me sell them. Five bottles of Rank 2 pills or one equivalent spirit stone. Fifty percent for us."

Ye Fan took out his number plate and said to Murong Xin'er.

"I refuse!"

Murong Xin'er had an icy cold expression as she directly refused, not giving Ye Fan the slightest opportunity.

Ye Fan saw that this plan wasn't working, so he could only find a rag to cover his face. Once again, he returned to the first floor and switched to another area.

"Brother, do you need a number plate? One for five bottles of grade two medicinal pills. "

Ye Fan found a young master wearing a brocade robe and whispered.

"Five bottles? "You stole the money!"

The young master stared at Ye Fan and said.

"Brother, I want five bottles for one. Give me two."

One of the trial-takers next to the young master directly stuck his head out, took out ten bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills, and handed them over to Ye Fan.

"Heh heh, I'm qualified now."

After the challenger received the number plate, he looked at the young master in contempt, seeming to say, "You poor bastard." Then, he ran towards the registered disciple with a wide smile.

"Give me three!"

The young master at the side was infuriated. He took out a pile of spirit stones and a few bottles of Tier 2 pills.

"Now, ten bottles each."

Ye Fan glanced at him and then softly said.

"Come and see!" This fellow is selling his number plates, ten bottles of Tier 2 pills and one bottle.

The young master was immediately enraged. He stood up and righteously exposed Ye Fan's crimes!

Upon hearing this, countless gazes immediately turned towards Ye Fan like hungry wolves looking at food. Ye Fan couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over his body.

Just as Ye Fan was about to slip away, a group of people suddenly surrounded him.

"Give me one!"

"Give me two!"

"I'll take out fifteen bottles of medicinal pills. Give me one!"

Before Ye Fan could even react, the number plates in his hands had already been sold out. After buying the number plates, the trial-takers all looked at their young master as if he was an SB player.

"Brother, is there anything else?"

The young master was immediately dumbfounded as he looked at Ye Fan's empty palm and asked.

"I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you don't know how to treasure it."

Ye Fan shrugged, then prepared to return to the second floor.

"Show me your number plate."

The registered disciple whispered.

Hualala …

The youth with the saber on his back raised his hand and hundreds of number plates fell in front of the registered disciples. The entire hall suddenly became silent.

Ye Fan also saw the several hundred number cards being stunned. He couldn't help but frown.

This... How many bottles of pills would he have to sell!? What a waste!

"Dragon Lake, excellent!"

The registered disciple also swallowed his saliva and kept his number plate.

Long Yuan had a face like an expression, and turned around and walked towards the second floor after hearing his own results.

Ye Fan looked at Long Yuan's back and couldn't help but stroke his chin, wondering if he should go out and snatch more cards.