Ye Fan muttered to himself, "Add experience, run faster, add experience ~" as he unknowingly picked up speed.
"Ding ~ Run wild with martial arts, strengthen your body, experience +10."
"Ding ~ Experience +10."
He quickly realized that his rushing skill gave the most experience the first time, and only ten points afterward. As he ran faster and faster, the trees around him blurred, but instead of feeling tired, he felt invigorated.
"I feel like I could take on a bull right now!" Ye Fan thought.
In the south of Qingshi Town, a temporary schoolyard had been set up. On the school ground, a dozen young girls were surrounded by armored soldiers. A boy in a robe was holding a large knife, poised to strike.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the side, and a phantom seemed to appear, smashing into the boy. With a loud bang, the boy flew through the air, crossing a beautiful arc before crashing into the crowd.
"Ding ~ Hit and kill the Qianian Dual Realm, experience +20."
Ye Fan felt a bit wronged. He didn't want to kill anyone, but that guy was too weak!
The surrounding soldiers were still in shock. Their leader, the third son of the Mo family, had been taken down!
The crowd on the school ground, who had been sympathetic to the plight of the Ye family, were now stunned.
"Isn't that Ye Fan, the so-called waste of the Ye family? He's not dead yet?"
"Not only is he alive, but he also just killed the third son of the Mo family!"
A pretty girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, looked at Ye Fan with tears in her eyes and shouted, "Brother, you need to escape! You can't take them all on!"
"Let's get him together! Otherwise, the Mo family won't spare us." A dozen soldiers from the lower realms charged at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan's eyes focused. He immediately used his Smoke Steps technique, flashing behind a soldier, and shouted, "Falling Dragon Palm!"
Bang! The soldier was sent flying.