Chapter 4
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Amidst the mocking laughter, the Qi and blood in Long Bufan's body became restless under the influence of his anger. Very quickly, it reached a full state, and even purple cyclones appeared on the surface of his body. From light to dark, there were a total of three layers of cyclones.
Purple Qi Heart Mantra, third level of Qi Condensation?
Everyone held their breaths, shocked by the dense purple light. This was a sign that could only be produced by someone at the third level of Qi Condensation.
How was this possible? Even Qin Duan's expression changed slightly.
How could a servant disciple of the Ovens cultivate Qi Condensation to such a level?
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Long Bufan took a deep breath and calmed the restless Qi in his body. He looked at Qin Duan and said calmly, "We are all from the same sect. It's just that our positions are different. Senior Brother, please show some respect in the future. Even if you are from the Ovens, so what? I can make you have diarrhea again at any time …"
Long Bufan suddenly realized that he had said something wrong. He immediately stopped talking, picked up the firewood, and ran away.
"Bastard, I knew it was you, you stinking brat."
Qin Duan's face was ashen. No wonder after dinner two days ago, his stomach felt like it had taken a laxative. He spent the entire night in the latrine, and the pain was unbearable. Now that he thought about it, his body couldn't help but tremble.
"I'll kill you!!!"
Qin Duan roared and pounced. His hands formed into claws, covered in a layer of fiery red flames, and fiercely clawed at Long Bufan's chest!
Although Long Bufan hadn't learned any real martial arts in this world, in this dangerous situation, he instinctively used the military boxing stance of the special forces in his previous life. He cleverly blocked Qin Duan's attack, then lowered his waist and used his elbow to push his opponent away.
"What kind of martial arts is this?!" Qin Duan was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. However, by the time he reacted, Long Bufan had already run dozens of meters away.
Long Bufan was no fool. This was the Supervisor's Department's territory. He was outnumbered. If he continued to fight, it wouldn't be a one-on-one, but a group fight.
"Don't let that brat escape. Catch him and break his legs." Qin Duan was seething with anger as he led his underlings and chased after Long Bufan. Along the way, they attracted many strange gazes from the Odd Job Area.
"Senior brothers, quickly grab your weapons. The people from the supervisor's office are here to fight!!"
Long Bufan shouted as he ran. It didn't take long for him to catch sight of the small path leading to the Ovens. His eyes glittered, and his voice grew even louder. Once he entered the Ovens, he would be back on his own turf, and then it would be a completely different story.
At the same time, at the top of the mountain peak of the sect, there was a cliff-like pavilion. Inside, there were two people sitting opposite each other, drinking tea brewed from spirit spring water and playing chess.
"This kid from the Ovens is pretty interesting." The person who spoke was an old man with a ruddy complexion and a head full of white hair. His eyes shone with a faint light as he swept his gaze over the servants' district at the foot of the mountain. He stroked his beard and smiled.
The middle-aged man across from him put down the chess piece between his fingers and glanced down as well. He said indifferently, "If you don't take cultivation as your top priority and play around like this, you won't amount to anything."
The old man shook his head and smiled. "I think this kid's intelligence is quite good. Whether or not he can pass this year's trial and become an Outer Sect disciple will depend on his own luck."
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