Chapter 197 Qualification!

"Puff!" The blue-shirted teenager vomited in his mouth, and three bloody teeth were spit out.

"Kid, how dare you sneak up on me? You're dead. Look at the sword!" The blue-shirted teenager suddenly pulled out a cold light sword from his waist, stopped under his feet, and killed it quickly. The momentum is fierce.

"Hmm, I don't measure my strength. Return it to me!" Wang Fan snorted coldly and burst out with a palm. The fierce force roared out like a strong wind. A palm was imprinted on the chest of the blue-shirted teenager. The blue-shirted teenager could not resist at all and was blown out by a palm. The second drop.

"Big brother, second brother, let's go together." After being hit for the second time, the blue-shirted teenager finally knew that he was not an opponent and called the other two young people to kill Wang Fan together. The two men roared, one with a knife and the other with a gun, and attacked both sides. Both of them are third-order masters. Between their hands and feet, the violent fighting spirit surged out, almost forming a substantial fighting spirit.

"Whey!"

"Wo!"

The awe-instrained knife spirit and sharp spear cut the air and broke the space. The knife spirit cut off from Wang Fan's head, and the spear stabbed Wang Fan's chest. Killing!

And the two patriarchs stood next to them and watched in a good time, without saying anything or stopping. Let them fight.

"Dang!" Like the sound of metal, the long knife was cut on the top of Wang Fan's head, but it seemed to have been hit by fine iron, making a sound. And there was no scar on the top of Wang Fan's head. A layer of white light curtain blocked the attack.

"Ding!" The long gun encountered exactly the same situation.

"Well, this little power wants to knock me down. Go back and practice for a few more years!" Wang Fan shouted coldly, and the white light on his body was furious. A wave blew like a tornado, and the eldest brother and second brother of the blue-shirted youth team were blown out.

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

"Yes, big brother!" The second and third said together. They stood together in a finished glyph, solemnly raised their weapons, raised their left hands at the same time, and wiped fiercely on the sharp blades of their respective weapons, and the blood flowed slowly along the sharp blades. The bright red blood, like the eyes of the demon god, ignited the bloodthirsty desire.

"Three-star blood killing, blood demon god! Open it!"

The three of them shouted at the same time. The sword, the long gun, the long knife, and the three weapons, the bleeding red light at the same time, the blood rose to the sky, and the red fish in the frightened pond jumped out of the water. The blood began to flow, dyeing the fighting spirit of the three people red.

"Hung!" The three weapons are intertwined.

"Kill!" The three people's popularity soared, and a bloodthirsty sword meaning came from the weapons. This sword meaning is ** naked desire to kill bloodthirsty. Before people arrive, the strong murderous intention has been shrouded.

Oliver, who was watching the battle, was shocked and said, "These three guys even used the three-star blood killing array. I'm going to work hard."

Fei Lin asked, "What three-star blood killing array, is it very powerful?"

"Of course, this set of array is a set of killing sword arrays obtained by my ancestors who traded with an alien demon god. Once this array comes out, the power of the three people can be gathered together and the power will increase. Moreover, this set of swordsmanship contains a strong murderous spirit. For unstable people, the murderous spirit alone is enough to kill him. Colin is in trouble this time!"

"Hee hee, I don't think so! Mr. Colin is very mysterious. He has a lot of secrets!"

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

"Yes, I heard from my son that this time he went to invite this little brother, but he didn't expect that his empty yard was already full of people, and they were basically all aliens. There are elves, wingmen, dwarves and barbarians, and there are several people who are third-order fighters. These people appear inexplicably. I don't know where it came from."

"No wonder he wants to buy a yard. It turns out that he has so many attendants. Is he the heir of a big force? Chief Hors looked at the two sides of the war and frowned and asked.

"It's very likely."

"Look, what tricks he used, just a rigid wave of the fist, which made their three brothers unable to get in. What a powerful spiritual pressure. It's just the third level, do you use the power of the fourth level? Sure enough, he has arrogant capital. I think this time, he will definitely be able to enter the top three.

"Yes, ah, open the mountain palm. This is the secret biography of a generation of legendary Holy Heaven. How could he do it?

"What a strong momentum. This trick is like magic and fighting spirit, but it takes care of both. What kind of secret art is it?

In the field, Wang Fan began to use some powerful tricks. He doesn't use the power of space now. He is afraid that the two patriarchs can see what it is, so he only uses his other power. Although he does not use space power, he is a special aura that combines mana. The power is not ordinary third-order resistance, but in some secrets. Under the use of the spell, his attack has reached the power of the fourth level.

"Open the mountain palm! Yinshan Fist!"

Suddenly, Wang Fan shouted loudly and punched out, like a roar of Jiulong. A fierce force broke through the murderous barrier of the three-star blood killing array, and heavily bombarded the formation of the three people, and the invisible punch marks were printed on the chests of the three people.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Bang!"

Three people were shot out at the same time, spraying blood, and their blue clothes were stained with blood.

"What?"

"They were seriously injured by one punch. What a powerful boxing and a deep fighting spirit. What a sharp attack. OK, OK, OK!" The patriarch of Alto said three good things in a row, and he must be extremely satisfied with Wang Fan.

"In this competition, he will play on behalf of my Alto family."

"Wang Fan, the martial arts competition will be held in the Central City Square three days later. At that time, you must participate on time. In the past few days, Oliver will give you a detailed explanation of the master information of other families in the central city. I hope you won't let us down.

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After getting the affirmation 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 did not have a name, so he waved his big sleeve, like the fairy art of wiping the water curtain hole in the Journey to the West, and wiped the words on the original plaque. Go, turn into two golden Chinese characters - "Wangfu!" Write the word "Royal Palace" in this world below.

The two big characters, dragon flying and phoenix dance, elegant and dredging, quite popular.

It's not how good Wang Fan's words are, but that he just copied the words on some plaques on the earth. Since he became a professional, his memory has become stronger, and some scenes in his previous life have become clear and vivid. Copy such a small thing as 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 to teach Senpu."

In the room, Senpu crawled at Wang Fan's feet and threw himself to the ground.

"Senpu!" Wang Fan's solemn voice roared above Senpu's head, like a god above the nine heavens, "Lucky as you, I will give you the glory of becoming my first pope. I have refined your physique into a space body, which is enough to bear the indoctrination of my spirit and magic. Today, I will teach you the language of God as a carrier for you to pray and celebrate miracles in the future.

Wang Fan suddenly patted Senpu on the head, and a mysterious consciousness penetrated into Senpu's mind. Under Senpu's unpremonished trust, Wang Fan branded the language of Chinese in his mind.

After an hour, Wang Fan has been sweating profusely. Such a transmission of divine consciousness will consume his great vitality. Finally, Wang Fan shouted fiercely, and his whole body was shining brightly. He suddenly patted the top of Senpu's head, and then he broke away from the mysterious artistic conception.

Sitting on the ground, Wang Fan gasped.

"Finally finished, little fat man, in the future, please preach to me obediently!"