C237 Dou Dan!
C237 Dou Dan!
Of course, this so-called 'nothing special' was only true for Ling Xiao. Because Ling Xiao's cultivation speed was far faster than what the martial arts leaders had expected, his freedom had also greatly increased.
The classes that were targeted at the freshmen didn't have anything to do with Ling Xiao.
And what would Ling Xiao do with a lot of free time?
The answer, of course, was to work hard to increase one's cultivation level, and this way the other students would suffer.
The students had experienced what it meant to be in heaven for a second and then hell for a second.
Against Ling Xiao? That was impossible.
Ling Xiao's fighting strength was so high, and he was an Inferior Grade Formation Master, and an Inferior Grade Formation Master.
Then there was only one choice, to endure it in silence.
The result of this was, Ling Xiao caused a ruckus in the capital's Martial Academy within the next few days.
The group of students looked as if they were facing a great enemy as they shortened their lifespan one by one for several years.
At the same time, Ling Xiao's cultivation had already reached the third level of Spirit Transformation Stage.
Today, Ling Xiao was also preparing to go out and look for some classmates. When he was going to set a reward for the system, he was attracted by a message on Weibo.
On the hot topic of Weibo, the number one topic was: # Cold Kingdom 24 year old alchemist Piao Renyong defeated 15 alchemists of the same age in two days! #
Ling Xiao blinked his eyes. Cold Kingdom person? Defeating 15 alchemists of the same age in a row?
"Is it really good to be so lively?" Ling Xiao muttered in his heart.
He threw the idea of continuing to provoke his classmates to the back of his mind and prepared to teach Piao Renyong a lesson.
It just so happened that Piao Renyong's Dantian area was located in a commercial alchemy center in the capital.
Ling Xiao thought about it and the Great Roc Wing instantly appeared.
With a flap of his wings, Ling Xiao headed towards his destination in the capital.
Before long, he had reached the place.
At this moment, other than the center of the crowd which was still considered decent, the rest of the place was already packed.
Every Chinese here had an ugly expression on their face.
"What number is this already?"
"Number... "Seventeenth."
"Fuck, this Cold Kingdom, foreigner is too arrogant!"
"Ai, why is it that our young alchemist can't beat him …"
Following that, the other countries couldn't help but let out a sigh.
In the middle of the crowd, Piao Renyong looked around at the crowd in high spirits.
He ridiculed in broken Chinese: "Is this the young Chinese alchemist? "It's simply too weak to withstand a single blow!"
Creak!
When the surrounding people heard this, they gritted their teeth so hard that they were about to shatter.
Piao Renyong looked around at the furious people and did not care at all.
"Come on, you can press the palm print of the loser." Piao Renyong said to the pill refiner that he had just defeated.
The young apothecary's body trembled, as though he had lost his soul.
He walked over to the white paper and pressed on the imprint. Then, he left his hand imprint on the white paper.
There were seventeen white pieces of paper hanging high up in the sky. On each white piece of paper, there was a scarlet handprint.
This palm print was like an invisible palm, viciously hitting the faces of everyone present.
"Is there anyone else who dares to challenge us? If there's anything, hurry up and come up. " Piao Renyong said.
The scene fell into silence, and the expression on Piao Renyong's face became more and more arrogant.
At this moment, Ling Xiao walked out and said something that stunned everyone.