C4 Flyer

Amidst the ridiculing laughter, the blood vitality within Long Bufan's body dried up under the influence of rage. Soon enough, he reached the state of being full of energy, and a purple colored cyclone even appeared on the surface of his body.

Purple Qi Cultivation Method: Qi Condensation Level 3?

Everyone held their breath as they were shocked by the purple light. This was a sign that it could only be released at the 3rd layer of Qi Condensation.

How is this possible? Even Qin Duan's expression changed slightly.

A service disciple from a kitchen could actually cultivate Qi Condensation to such a degree?

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Long Bufan took a deep breath to calm the waves of air in his body. He looked at Qin Duan and said calmly, "We are all from the same sect, it's just that the positions we hold are different. Senior Brother, please show some respect in the future.

Long Bufan suddenly realized that he seemed to have said something wrong and immediately stopped talking. He turned around, carried the firewood on his shoulder and ran.

"Bastard, I knew it was you."

Qin Duan's face was ashen. No wonder after dinner two days ago, his stomach felt like it had been fed with laxatives, overturning rivers and seas. She spent the entire night running around the latrine nonstop, causing her chrysanthemums to become red and swollen. Now that she thought about it, her body couldn't help but shiver.

"I'll kill you!"

Qin Duan's expression turned serious, she roared and pounced forward, her palms became claws, with a layer of red flames covering the surface, she fiercely grabbed towards Long Bufan's chest!

Although Long Bufan had not learned any real martial skills in this world, under dangerous circumstances, he still instinctively used the military punches from his previous life to block Qin Duan's attacks. Then, he took advantage of the opportunity and used his waist to push his elbow towards his opponent.

"What martial skill is this?!" Qin Duan was startled, her eyes were filled with disbelief, but when he reacted, she saw that Long Bufan had already moved tens of metres away.

Long Bufan was not stupid, this was the Supervisor's Room's territory, it was outnumbered, and if they continued to fight, it would not be a one on one, but a gang fight.

"Don't let that stinking brat get away, arrest him and break his dog legs." Qin Duan angrily brought his subordinates and chased after Long Bufan. Along the way, they attracted countless gazes from the miscellaneous area.

"Seniors, quickly capture this fellow. The Supervisor's Room's people are here to fight!"

Long Bufan shouted as he ran. Very quickly, he saw the small road of fire workshop in front of him, his eyes lit up, and his voice raised, as long as he entered the fire workshop area, once he reached his own territory, he would be able to bully anyone.

At the same time, on the peak of the sect's mountain, in a precipitous pavilion, two people sat facing each other, drinking tea brewed from Spirit Spring Water and playing chess.

"This fire workshop brat is rather interesting." The one who spoke was an old man. His face was ruddy and his hair was white, and there was a faint stream of light flowing in his eyes. At this moment, he looked at the miscellaneous area beneath the mountain, and started to laugh.

"If we don't focus on training, it would be difficult to achieve the desired result." The middle-aged man in front of him also glanced down at the chess piece between his fingers as he spoke indifferently.

The old man shook his head and smiled, "I can see that this child's intelligence is not bad. Whether he can pass this year's trial and become an outer disciple will depend on his good fortune."

The middle-aged man smiled without a word, but his eyes revealed a hint of contempt.