Chapter 199 Qualifications

"Puff!" The boy in blue-shirt vomited, and three bloody teeth were spit out.

"Little devil, you dare to attack me. You are dead. Look at the sword!" The young man in blue suddenly pulled out a cold light sword from his waist, paused his feet, and rushed towards him quickly. He was fierce.

"Hmph, overestimate yourself. Get back!" Wang Fan snorted coldly, and a palm blasted out. The fierce power whistled out like a strong wind. A palm was printed on the chest of the boy in blue. The boy in blue could not resist at all, so he was knocked away by a palm. It fell for the second time.

"Brother, second brother, come together." The boy in blue shirt finally realized that he was not his opponent and called on the other two young men to surround Wang Fan together. The two roared, one with a knife and the other with a gun, and both attacked. Both of them were third-level masters. With every move, violent fighting spirit surged out, almost forming a substantial fighting spirit.

"Wow!"

"call out!"

The sharp sword energy and the sharp spear cut the air and broke the space. The sword energy slashed from Wang Fan's head and the spear stabbed Wang Fan's chest. The murderous aura was fierce!

The two clan leaders stood by and watched leisurely, without saying or stopping them from fighting.

"Dang!" It was like the sound of metal clashing, and the long sword slashed over Wang Fan's head, but it seemed to have hit the iron and made a sound. There was no scar on Wang Fan's head. A white light curtain blocked the attack.

"Ding!" The spear encountered the same situation.

"Hmph, I want to knock me down with this little power. Let's practice for a few more years!" Wang Fan shouted coldly, and the white light on his body was violent, and a wave of air blew like a tornado. The eldest and second brothers of the Blue Shirt Youth Team were blown away.

"Second brother, third brother, form a three-star blood killing formation!"

"Yes, brother!" said the second and third brothers. They stood together in the finished shape, solemnly raised their weapons, and at the same time raised their left hands, and wiped them hard on their respective weapons blades. Blood slowly flowed along the blades. The bright red blood, as if the eyes of the demon god, ignited the bloodthirsty desire.

"Three Star Blood Kill, Blood Evil Demon God! Open!"

The three of them shouted in unison, long swords, spears, long swords, and three weapons, and at the same time, they emitted a blood-red light. Blood lights soared into the sky, and the red fish in the pond jumped out of the water in a frightened manner. The blood light began to flow, dyeing the fighting spirit on the three of them red.

"Clang!" The three weapons sing together.

"Kill!" The three of them soared. A bloodthirsty sword intent came from the weapons. This sword intent was a naked desire to kill bloodthirsty. Before the person arrived, the strong murderous intent had already been shrouded in it.

Oliver, who was watching the battle on the side, said in surprise: "These three guys have even used the Three-Star Blood Killing Array. They are going to fight to the death."

Feilin asked: "What kind of three-star blood killing formation is very powerful?"

"Of course it's amazing. This formation is a set of killing sword formation obtained by my ancestors who traded with a demon god in another world. Once this formation comes out, the power of the three people can be gathered together, and the power will increase sharply. Moreover, this sword technique contains strong murderous aura. People with unstable mood will be enough to kill him. This time Colin is in trouble!"

"Hehe, I don't think so! This Mr. Colin is very mysterious. He has many secrets!"

"Secret?" The patriarch Hoss was a little surprised.

"Yes, I heard from my son that this time he went to invite this guy. Unexpectedly, his empty yard was already full of people, and they were basically aliens. There were elves, winged men, dwarfs, and barbarians, and there were a few of them, who were third-level fighters. These people appeared inexplicably. I don't know where they came from."

"No wonder, he wants to buy a yard. It turns out that he has so many entourages. Could it be that he is the heir of which major force?" The patriarch Hoss asked frowned as he looked at both sides of the battle.

"It's very likely."

"Look, what tricks he used? Just swaying boxing and high-fives at once, it made the three brothers unable to get in. What a powerful spiritual pressure. Just level three, do you use the power of level four? It really has the capital of arrogance. I think, this time, he will definitely be able to enter the top three."

"Yes, huh, Kaishan Palm. This is the secret legend of the legendary Lord Shengtian, how could he do?"

"What a strong momentum. This trick is like magic and fighting spirit, but it takes into account both. What is the secret technique?"

In the field, Wang Fan began to use some powerful moves. He did not use the power of space now, for fear that the two patriarchs would see what it was, so he only used his other powers. Although he did not use the power of space, he was a special spiritual energy with the combination of magic power and fighting spirit. His power was not something that could be resisted by ordinary third-level. With the use of some secret techniques, his attack had reached the power of fourth-level.

"Open the mountain palm! Yinshan fist!"

Suddenly, Wang Fan shouted loudly and punched out, like a roar of nine dragons. A fierce energy broke through the murderous aura of the Three Star Blood Killing Formation, and hit the three people's formation heavily, and invisible fist seals were printed on the chests of the three people.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The three of them were knocked out at the same time, spitting blood, and blood was stained with blue clothes.

"What?"

"They were actually seriously injured by a punch. What a powerful boxing technique, such a deep fighting spirit, and a sharp attack. OK, OK, OK!" The leader of the Alto clan said three good things, probably because he was extremely satisfied with Wang Fan.

"This time, he will represent my Alto family."

"Wang Fan, the martial arts competition will be held in the Central City Square in three days. At that time, you must participate on time. In the past few days, Oliver will explain the information about the masters of other families in the Central City to you in detail. I hope you will not let us down."

After receiving the recognition of the two patriarchs, Wang Fan returned to his courtyard. The three barbarian brothers were still standing guard at the door. Wang Fan suddenly found that his mansion had no name yet. So he waved his sleeves, like a big talk, and Fairy Zixia wiped off the original plaque like a magical art of wiping out the water curtain cave in the Westward Journey, and turned it into two golden Chinese characters - "The Palace!" and wrote the two words of the Palace of the World below.

The strokes and strokes are drawn, and the two big characters are flying dragons and phoenixes, elegant and meticulous, and they are quite like a great man.

It’s not that Wang Fan’s handwriting is so good, but that he just copied some of the words on some plaques on the earth. Since he became a professional, his memory has become stronger and stronger. Some scenes in his previous life have become clear and vivid in his mind. It’s easy to copy a small thing like a plaque.

Looking at these two Chinese characters, Wang Fan suddenly thought of something. He nodded and said to himself: "It seems that it's time for Professor Semp."

In the room, Senpu crawled at Wang Fan's feet, prostrating himself.

"Senpu!" Wang Fan's solemn voice roared above Senpu's head, like a god above the nine heavens sent an oracle: "Fortunate as you, I will give you the glory of becoming my first pope. I have refined your physique into a body of space, enough to bear my spirit and divine indoctrination. Today, I will teach you the language of God as a carrier for your future prayer and praise of miracles."

Wang Fan suddenly slapped Senpu's head, and a mysterious spiritual sense penetrated into Senpu's mind. Under Senpu's unpredictable trust, Wang Fan imprinted the language of Chinese in his mind.

After an hour, Wang Fan was already sweating profusely. Such spiritual transmission would consume his huge vitality. Finally, Wang Fan shouted violently, his whole body shone brightly, and he slapped Senpu's head suddenly before he escaped from the mysterious artistic conception.

Sitting on the ground, Wang Fan gasped heavily.

"It's finally done, little fat man, from now on, let's preach to me obediently!"
Chapter completed!