Chapter Fourteen: A Five-Day Covenant Slapped in the Face
"Bastard...bastard..."
Zhuo Wenzhan shouted to the sky, his skin turned fiery red, the anger in his chest was about to come out, and his skin color was rapidly deepening. He would never forget this shame, this stain.
"I control 70% of the financial power of the Zhuo family, and I am a monk in the innate spiritual realm... but I have been brought into disrepute by a body-refining ant, and I have been ridiculed. I will never forget this hatred, and I will repay it a hundred times!"
After saying this, Zhuo Wenzhan used his last strength to stand up from the ground with the help of his two followers, wisps of scarlet flowing down from the corners of his mouth.
He was hurt too badly!
He had just used his spiritual power to transform into a tiger, gathering all his strength, and all the power of the fifteen elephants was reacted on the defense of his five elephant skins. It could be said that he was devastated and suffered heavy injuries.
"Zhuo Wentian...you win!" Zhuo Wenzhan looked at all this with hatred. He saw the faces that were laughing at him. The blood in his mouth couldn't stop flowing out, and the internal injuries could not help but worsen:
"Although you won, I am not convinced. I feel ashamed that you have such a despicable grandson! In order to win me, you will do anything you can. Just wait... As long as I, Zhuo Wenzhan, am still breathing, I will definitely win."
Will get rid of him!"
"Old dog Nima Zhuo, what are you talking about? If you have the guts, tell me how despicable my grandson is!"
Zhuo Wentian was immediately furious. He rushed onto the stage and grabbed Zhuo Wenzhan's shirt.
A right-winger immediately yelled: "You, you, you... how bold!"
"Presumptuous!" Zhuo Wentian stamped his foot, and the ground cracked instantly. The strong force caused the man to spurt out blood.
"Nima, who do you think you are! How dare you talk to me like this? Bah!"
Leaving these words behind, there was no sound in the whole place, and there was silence. Only the murderous intent surging out of Zhuo Wentian's eyes, "Zhuo old dog, tell me! Why don't you speak? You should talk to me instead."
How despicable is my grandson! You bully, you know how to bully my good grandson even though you have no ability. Huh, if you want to break the contract, just say so!"
"I am by no means a person who cannot afford to lose..." Zhuo Wen said these words with a gossamer-like spirit. Although his body was weak, his anger was not reduced, "You win... I shall fulfill my bet. But you win.
Without force, this despicable behavior is simply... outrageous!"
Zhuo Wenzhan's eyes were wandering and confused, as if he was about to die soon. He looked at Zhuo Yifan and sneered: "If you really haven't done any despicable things, then my Zhuo family has produced a generation of peerless geniuses.
It's understandable that you want to lead the Zhuo family. But your soul quality is average... but you suddenly became so powerful... I can't believe it! You can explain clearly in front of everyone. Otherwise, you will die with your eyes open!..."
Bang bang bang!
A young man with light steps but full of composure walked out of a group of right-wingers. He was thin and dressed in white clothes with a purple gauze outside. The black crystal sword at his waist shone faintly.
The chill. The most memorable thing is the black mole between his eyebrows.
He clapped his hands to Zhuo Yifan: "Brother Yifan, your methods are really amazing. Even the second master was defeated by you. I am very happy. I really want to compete with you. I wonder if I can reward you?"
Swish!
With a thought in his mind, this man suddenly took action, his fingertips immediately bent into sharp claws, light yellow spiritual power surged out, and he fiercely grabbed Zhuo Wentian, in order to save Zhuo Wenzhan.
"Not good!" Zhuo Wentian suddenly became energetic when he saw this light yellow spiritual energy.
Facing this claw, Zhuo Wentian also suddenly made a move, stretched out his fist and shook the claw attack with full strength. The claws collided with each other, and the spiritual energy waves spread out, causing cracks to open on the ground.
And the two figures stuck together suddenly separated.
At the same time, the young man also successfully rescued Zhuo Wenzhan.
"What a boy! He has actually reached the Three Mysterious Palace realm!"
The blow just now happened to be evenly matched with Zhuo Wentian. Although Zhuo Wentian was not injured, he had to pay attention to this young man.
"It turns out to be Brother Guanying. Brother Guanying's soul has excellent quality and is of the highest grade. He has cultivated to the innate spiritual realm early on. I didn't expect that he has been in seclusion for several months and now he has cultivated to the Three Mysterious Palace realm? It's really shocking."
Zhuo Yifan took a closer look and saw that the other person was actually a genius from the Zhuo family, Zhuo Guanying! He was ten years older than himself.
When he was sixteen years old, he had already reached the early stage of the Innate Spiritual Realm through his outstanding qualifications. In the next ten years, he made rapid progress and achieved the ten-like divine power of the early stage of the Sanxuanfu Realm.
Cross the void.
If in another four years, that is, when Zhuo Guanying is thirty years old, he will most likely have entered the ranks of the later stages of the Sanxuan Palace. By then, he will have mastered the use of spiritual power and condensed the wild elixir in his dantian.
Or soul elixir, you can officially start preparing to break through the golden elixir secret realm.
Those who have high-grade soul quality and have reached the Three Mysterious Palace realm before the age of thirty. Those who are in the later ranks, looking at the entire Jialan Continent, are top-notch geniuses.
Zhuo Guanying's talent is even worse than that of Zhuo Yifan's father, which is terrifying.
However, this genius was not a direct descendant of the Zhuo family, but a concubine. According to Zhuo Yifan's memories, he was the son of his uncle and a brothel girl. He was a genius born from a cross.
Zhuo Guanying's sudden appearance was like Cheng Yaojin's sudden appearance.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan knew that he was not an opponent in the Sanxuanfu realm yet. He had just relied on his iron arm to attack back, because Zhuo Wenzhan's speed was too slow, allowing him to figure out the path of the fist and accurately resist the damage, causing a backlash effect.
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But it's completely different in the Sanxuan Palace realm. He moves like a ghost and strikes like lightning. With Zhuo Yifan's realm, he may not even be able to keep up with his speed.
However, Zhuo Yifan is very confident. He has magic eyes and iron arms. As long as he fuses his soul and practices diligently, he will soon become the number one among the young children of the Zhuo family!
"Fan'er, your performance today really surprised grandpa, hahaha!" Zhuo Wentian waved and pulled Zhuo Yifan back to him. He was afraid that Zhuo Guanying would be detrimental to his grandson. He had eyes like a hawk and was very vigilant.
Staring at Zhuo Guanying.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect the second grandpa to be injured so seriously. The strength of my little brother Yifan is really astonishing. He is even stronger than me back then. I wonder if my little brother Yifan can reward me with a fight?"
In the Zhuo family, who doesn't know about Zhuo Guanying's achievements and the speed of his cultivation? Even though he is a commoner, everyone treats him with respect and silence. Zhuo Guanying, who has outstanding talent and arrogant personality, is the most despised.
I'm used to others being the limelight.
He stared closely at Zhuo Yifan, and slowly took a step towards him, revealing the aura of a strong man in the Three Mysterious Palace Realm. The light yellow spiritual energy was released like mist, with unparalleled momentum and arrogance.
In order to give Zhuo Yifan a sense of oppression, he laughed in a provocative voice:
"I like strong men, and I am even more interested in the Gate of Blood Hell. I know that little brother Yifan also wants to enter, but my pursuit of the path of being strong is definitely far better than yours. I know that little brother Yifan just fought,
If the loss is too heavy, I will naturally not take advantage of others."
"I have just inquired about it. The Gate of Blood Hell will disappear in fifteen days. I will give Zhuo Yifan ten days to recover. At noon after the tenth day, we will fight here. If you lose,
Then give me the spot at the Gate of Blood Hell and return all the economic projects of Second Grandpa. Is this good?"
Bet! I just finished my bet and here comes another one.
"What if you lose?" Zhuo Yifan's eyes became sinister, also with a bit of amusement.
"Losing? I haven't thought about this problem yet." Zhuo Guanying sneered in a strange way. He held his chin with one hand and rubbed his temples with the other, as if he was thinking hard, and then laughed and said: "If I lose, I will
I’ll give you ten spirit-gathering pills! This is all my wealth. Of course, if you dare to take the bet, I don’t mind giving you two more spiritual skills.”
"Spirit Gathering Pill!" Everyone sighed!
The function of the Spirit Gathering Pill is to condense a spiritual energy vortex in a short period of time.
In this way, you can feel the changes in the innate spiritual realm and break through the body refining stage faster.
This is very tempting to every body-refining monk. It is also of great benefit to monks in the innate spiritual realm. The market price of each one is between 500,000 and 1 million!
Taking this condition as a bet and adding two spiritual skills, no one would be able to control it. Even Zhuo Wentian had the urge to risk his life and give it a try.
It is not difficult to see that Zhuo Guanying is determined to fight Zhuo Yifan.
"Yifan, you...don't be brave..."
Zhuo Wentian knew that it was useless to say anything now, because he saw his grandson's extremely confident smile again, which had almost become a sign that Zhuo Yifan would win.
Everyone looked at him strangely, and there were many private discussions, all wanting to see Zhuo Yifan awkwardly refuse and then make a fool of himself.
"Ten spirit-gathering pills, plus two spiritual skills..."
Zhuo Yifan looked at Zhuo Guanying coldly. He looked at the group of people around him and spread his fingers:
"It won't take ten days, I still have a lot of things to do. Five days is enough!"