Young Master, I Am Laughing at That Chicken

Lake Island, Beiluo.

The sky was cloudy.

Although everyone on the island had just experienced the dreadful Spirit Pressure, none of them had the nerve to speak.

Sitting straight in his wheelchair, Lu Fan was looking at the sky with his eyebrows slightly knitted. A wisp of Spiritual Sense had been ready.

Since he had accepted the appraisal quest to upgrade the level of the world, Lu Fan had been ready to confront strong enemies. To be honest, he had not met any well-matched enemies since his debut in the world.

Yinyang School's philosopher might be one…

At least, he made Lu Fan stand up from the wheelchair.

However, unfortunately, Yinyang School's philosopher Wei Luan was killed by only one blow.

Lu Fan was really disappointed.

None of them could fight.

Lu Fan's strength had been greatly improved since the battle with Yinyang School's philosopher. And now, no one could rival his strength.