C8

After Zhao Yiming tidied up Sha Bo, his entire life had undergone a tremendous change. He left his kennel and moved into the house of the Sha Bo.

The place the Sha Bo was staying was of course quite comfortable. Zhao Yiming let Tang Yanjun and his grandson stay there as well. He knew that his current strength was still low, and leveling up at a low profile was the way to go.

On one side, Zhao Yiming wanted the Sha Bo to issue various missions, on the other hand, he went into the mountains to hunt various fierce beasts. Demonic Beast s were, after all, something that could only be met by luck and not sought after.

After a period of effort, Zhao Yiming finally stepped into the first stage of Refinement. He finally had the power to protect himself and he dared to go deeper into the mountains.

Zhao Yiming would soak in the mountains every day and hunt Demonic Beast non-stop. The Demonic Beast s had continuously provided him with a large amount of experience, and their flesh and blood were also a great tonic, causing his body to become stronger by the moment!

After more than a month of hard training, it was finally time to put in some effort. Zhao Yiming had finally stepped into the Refinement Quintuple Stage, and his Iron Finger Strength had reached the Large Success stage, while his Tracker Step had also reached the Small Success stage.

The Four Great Clans of the Banyan City would have Hunting Convention once every five years, and this Hunting Convention was when each clan would display their muscles. This would prove how outstanding his descendants were and how vigorous the clan was.

Usually, a genius would cause the development of a clan. All the great families that had been recorded in the history books for thousands of years had gathered all sorts of geniuses.

In order to make the Hunting Convention even more exciting, the great clans would bring out a few good things. As a reward for this year's convention, it was a gain of both fame and fortune to be placed in the convention.

Under the special rules of Zhao Family, as long as one was a disciple at the first stage of Refinement, they could register to participate in this conference. Those with outstanding performances would naturally receive other rewards!

Right now, the school field was in an uproar, as close to a thousand young disciples gathered here. Although those who had reached the standard only made up 30% of the total. However, there were still many people who were willing to come and watch the commotion and the commotion.

The bustling drill grounds suddenly became deathly silent. Everyone stared at the entrance as Zhao Yiming casually walked in.

Then, like a drop of water thrown into a pan of oil, the entire drill grounds exploded. Everyone was discussing with one another, "Isn't he that trash? What was he doing here? Don't tell me he's also here to participate in the Great Hunt! "

The guy next to him retorted, "You drank too much last night, so you still haven't woken up yet! With this piece of trash participating in the Great Hunting Competition, don't tell me he's going to feed those wild beasts? "

Some of them angrily scolded, "You piece of trash, hurry up and go back to your dog kennels. Why did you come out here to embarrass yourself? "Do you believe that I'll beat you up so badly that your mom won't recognize you?"

Zhao Yiming did not care about him at all. The various scoldings in the forum were more interesting and more vicious than this. He, who had been tempered for a long time, could be said to be immune to poisons.

Just as Zhao Yiming was continuing to walk forward, there were two tall guys. He directly blocked in front of him. These two fellows were only at the Body Tempering realm. Zhao Yiming casually waved his hand and they flew out.

The people who were cursing earlier suddenly felt as if their necks had been strangled. Both of them were at the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering, but they were easily dismissed by Zhao Yiming. This meant that he was at least at the Refinement Realm.

Zhao Yiming continued to walk forward, just taking a few steps. He was stopped by a man in white clothes, who had handsome eyebrows and a disdainful expression on his face. He looked at him condescendingly, as if she were looking at a dog.

Zhao Yiming muttered to himself for a bit and knew that this person was the Sixth Elder's son. Zhao Junkun, the little genius known for his Zhao Family, was also a good practitioner of the Quintuple Stage.

Zhao Junkun said arrogantly: "I didn't expect you to not be a complete trash, and more or less have that kind of ability! However, if you want to know your own limitations, you should just go back to your dog kennel and stay there! "

Zhao Yiming laughed coldly as he shook his head. He did not pay any attention to Zhao Junkun and continued to walk toward the registration point. This kind of disdainful attitude made Zhao Junkun, who had always been high and mighty, appear extremely dissatisfied.

Zhao Junkun felt that he had been humiliated, he felt that he could talk to this trash. It was already a great honor for this good-for-nothing, yet he still dared to shake his head at him. He was obviously looking down on him.

Zhao Junkun's figure moved, once again blocking in front of Zhao Yiming, and said in an extremely furious tone: "Didn't you hear what I said to you? What do you mean by shaking your head? "

Zhao Yiming raised his eyelids to look at Zhao Junkun, and said coldly: "A good dog doesn't block the way, this is the least you can do, don't you understand?"

Zhao Yiming's words caused a huge uproar throughout the drill grounds. No one thought that he would actually talk to Zhao Junkun in such a manner!

"Is this kid insane? This is clearly the tempo of seeking death." You actually spoke to Zhao Junkun like that, you clearly dislike your own life. "

"You can't say that, no matter what, he is the son of the Family Head. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhao Junkun would never dare to kill! "

"That's hard to say. Who doesn't know that this piece of trash has always been disregarded by the Family Head? Even if you were to be beaten to death by Zhao Junkun, the Family Head would not necessarily say anything. "

"Let's make a bet, let's bet on Zhao Yiming, after a few moves, he'll be dead! One move is worth ten to one! "

Zhao Junkun's face flushed red and he roared: "Since you, this trash, want to die, then I'll grant your wish." As he spoke, he struck out with his palm.

Zhao Junkun's Quintuple Stage cultivation suddenly erupted, the cold wind blowing. Zhao Yiming's clothes flapped loudly as he was blown away by the wind.

Just when everyone thought that it was impossible for Zhao Yiming to escape this calamity, he suddenly struck out with his palm without dodging. The two palms intersected, and with the two of them as the core, a shockwave immediately spread out in all directions.

Everyone was forced back a few steps, but the two of them let out muffled groans as they each took two steps back. Everyone was silent as they stared at Zhao Yiming. He never thought that he would actually be able to fight head on with Zhao Junkun, and have a draw!

At this time, Zhao Yiming felt an incomparable comfort from the bottom of his heart, and a very proud feeling! All the depression he had felt during this period of time had been swept away. He wanted to look up at the sky and let out a long roar!

Zhao Junkun was so angry that his face turned purple, he could not tolerate being on the same level as a trash. His eyes turned red, he casually pulled out the Longsword at his waist, shook a few of its flower swords and attacked.