The sun was blazing, and the two people on the ring looked at each other, their eyes full of confidence.
Wang Teng grabbed Zhao Yufan's hand with full confidence.
As long as he exerted slight force, Zhao Yufan's hand could be disabled.
As long as he increased his strength, he could crush Zhao Yufan's hand into pulp.
"Waste is waste after all" Wang Teng repeated what he just said with the loudest voice in his life.
The sound echoed throughout the world.
The moment Wang Teng finished speaking, Zhao Yufan pursed his lips and laughed strangely.
Wang Teng was stunned for a moment, his eyes alert.
"puff" Zhao Yufan suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva.
The saliva spurted out from his mouth and instantly turned into countless water droplets.
The water droplets turned into ice particles in the air and sprayed all over Wang Teng's face.
The ice particles hit Wang Teng's face, causing his eyes and ears to lose the ability to judge in a moment, and his face was sunken, even numb, and he became unconscious.
In an instant.
Zhao Yufan suddenly threw out his other hand.
"Pa" A crisp and familiar voice sounded.
The bodies of everyone under the ring trembled, as if the slap just hit them in the face, painful and frightening.
They looked at the spinning top on the ring and were silent for a moment.
Wang Teng's words seemed to echo in the sky: Waste is waste after all, but the voice was extremely harsh.
It was originally meant to mock Zhao Yufan, but now it was more like mocking Wang Teng.
Wang Teng was spinning on the ring like a top, while Zhao Yufan slowly left from the steps of the ring with a sinister smile on his lips.
Before leaving, Zhao Yufan suddenly said: "They all have the surname Wang.
They should be from the same family.
I think they should be called the Four Little Tops, hehe."
"Well" Everyone present was silent, but Wang Teng, Wang Zhong, Wang Hua, and Wang Yu were known as the Four Little Tops from now on.
Zhao Yufan won three out of three games Waste becomes rising genius Three fights in one day, three fights to become famous
Zhao Yufan ranked 20th on the Qingyun List.
Zhao Yufan's victory shocked countless people, made countless people ecstatic, made countless people worship him, made countless people follow his example, and inspired the low-level disciples to practice crazily.
Zhao Yufan himself was not too excited.
Even though he was number one among the outer disciples, there was still a clear gap between him and the inner disciples.
His goal was the inner disciples, the elites.
"Now we must seize the time to improve our strength and prepare for the inner sect qualifying competition in a few days."
Zhao Yufan clenched his fists and already noticed in his mind that he was leaving Qinglan Sect to purchase some medicinal materials, refine elixirs, and forcibly improve his strength.
The Inner Sect Qualifying Tournament is a competition specially set up for Outer Sect disciples.
Only by passing the Inner Sect Qualifying Tournament can one hope to become an Inner Sect Disciple.
The Inner Sect Qualifying Tournament is held once every five years.
If you cannot become an Inner Sect Disciple this year, then Have to wait five years.
Zhao Yufan didn't want to wait five years.
He simply packed up, opened the door and left without any hesitation.
As soon as he reached the door of the courtyard, he suddenly stopped and said with a surprised smile: "Bingyue, you are very well-informed.
Do you know that I am fighting three times?"
Victory, come here to congratulate me."
Thinking of the conversation between the two last night, Han Bingyue's little heart beat slightly.
She rolled her eyes at Zhao Yufan and said coldly: "I'm about to break through to the ninth level.
Go and refine the elixir for me.
All the medicinal ingredients were exhausted last night."
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I give it to you, I can’t help it.”
Zhao Yufan's mouth twitched, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
Han Bingyue was about to become an intermediate warrior at the ninth level, and he was still at the first level.
He was a man, and he was left so far behind by a woman.
He raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows.
He kept asking: "I won three out of three battles, don't you congratulate me?"
Han Bingyue's pretty face was covered with frost, and she repeated: "Make me an elixir."
"Congratulations," Zhao Yufan repeated.
Han Bingyue frowned and looked at Zhao Yufan.
If this guy wasn't good at refining elixirs, she would have wanted to slap him to death.
Her red lips moved slightly and she said angrily: "Congratulations, make elixirs for me."
"I know, I'm getting ready to go down the mountain and come back to give you the elixir," Zhao Yufan said and stepped out.
Staring at Zhao Yufan's back, Han Bingyue frowned slightly and whispered to herself: "Are you preparing to participate in the inner sect qualifying competition?
Come on, I believe in you."
After leaving Qinglan Sect, Zhao Yufan could not practice cultivation along the way, but he could practice martial arts.
At this time, he was swaying, taking two steps back every time he took a step, sometimes assuming strange postures, and sometimes spinning in circles.
Simply put, martial arts are attack skills.
They are divided into four levels from strong to weak.
The strength of the martial arts level represents the quality of the martial arts.
The beginning of each martial arts training is the first level, and the strongest level is the tenth level.
The tenth level means that one has fully understood the essence of this martial art and exerted its strongest power.
At this time, Zhao Yufan was practicing the light-body technique Ghost Step.
This was a martial skill he remembered from his previous life.
He didn’t know what level it was.
But in his previous life, he relied on the Double Ghost Step to escape death several times and was even beaten.
Known as a master of Qinggong.
Because he had the memory of his past life, he mastered the ghost step in a short time.
He was like a ghost, wandering erratically through the jungle, like a cunning rabbit.
In the dense green jungle, sparse sunlight shines on the ground, dividing the ground into countless small grids of light and dark, just like gauze.
The gauze sways as the breeze blows.
Suddenly, there was a violent explosion in front, and the earth trembled.
Zhao Yufan paused slightly and looked ahead blankly.
His facial expression was as complicated as the divided light and dark ground.
In front of him, a hot-dressed girl in red, holding her waist with one hand and holding a silver ax in the other, looked at the saber-toothed tiger that was split in half with a smile.
She walked up to the saber-toothed tiger, swung her ax and slashed wildly at the saber-toothed tiger.
In a moment, the saber-toothed tiger's body was torn into eight pieces, and the surrounding area was dripping with blood, just like Shura Hell.
Behind the girl in red, stood a girl in white.
The girl's beautiful eyes looked at the saber-toothed tiger with pity, her face was pale, with a look of pity and intolerance.
"These girls are too cruel, it's better to leave quickly, they are not simple."
Zhao Yufan thought to himself, turned around and was about to leave in a detour.
As soon as he took a step, a girl coughed softly from behind.
He frowned slightly and quickened his pace.
Taking another step, the girl's light cough came again.
"Stop, didn't you hear me cough?
Do you have a problem with your IQ?
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I coughed 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 pretty girl in red had a flushed face.
She was really cute.
Before When she coughed, others stopped, but the boy in front of her kept walking.
It was obvious that she didn't have a high IQ.
Zhao Yufan's mouth twitched slightly and he rolled his eyes.
He doesn't know who has a low IQ and who knows what your cough means.
If you have a cold, from the way she sounds, she should be a young lady from a wealthy family.
He doesn't want to cause trouble.
The saber-toothed tiger was a first-level intermediate warrior, but he was beheaded by a girl and torn into pieces.
Zhao Yufan did not want to have the same fate as the saber-toothed tiger.
After thinking for a moment, he slowly turned around and asked innocently: "Um, is something wrong?"
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