Prince Charming Upgrade System

For the next few days, Ling Xiao's days at Wuhan University in Kyoto were uneventful.

Of course, the so-called blandness is only for Ling Xiao, because Ling Xiao's training speed far exceeds the expectations of the leaders of Beijing and Wu, so his degree of freedom has also greatly increased.

Those courses for freshmen have nothing to do with Ling Xiao.

And what will Ling Xiao do when he has a lot of free time?

The answer, of course, is to work hard to improve one's own cultivation, and this will also make other students suffer.

What is heaven in one second and hell in one second, the students have deeply experienced these days.

Against Ling Xiao? That is impossible.

Ling Xiao's combat power is so high, and he is a low-grade array mage and a low-grade array mage, so fighting against Ling Xiao is afraid that he will have a long life!

Then there is only one choice, to endure silently.

The result of this is that Ling Xiao made the Jingwu riot in a few days.

All the students are facing a formidable enemy, and one by one, their life expectancy has been shortened for several years.

At the same time, Ling Xiao's cultivation had reached the third-order level of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Today, Ling Xiao was also about to go out to find some classmates. When he swiped a wave of system rewards, he was attracted by a push message on Weibo.

On the trending topic on Weibo, the top-ranked topic: # Hanguo 24-year-old alchemist Pu Renyong defeated 15 low-quality alchemists of the same age in my country in two days! #

Ling Xiao blinked, Han people? Defeat 15 Chinese alchemists of the same age in succession?

"Is it really good to jump around like this?" Ling Xiao murmured in his heart.

He instantly threw away the idea of ​​continuing to stimulate his classmates before, ready to teach this Park Renyong a lesson.

It happened that Pu Renyong's pill fighting venue was in a commercial pill refining center in Kyoto.

Ling Xiao's thoughts moved, and Dapeng's wings appeared instantly.

As soon as his wings shook, Ling Xiao went to his destination in Kyoto.

After a while, he arrived at the place.

At this moment, except for the center of the crowd, the rest of the place is almost overcrowded.

Every Chinese here has a somewhat ugly face.

"How many is this already?"

"It's... the seventeenth."

"Damn, this cold country stick is too arrogant!"

"Hey, who told our young alchemist to beat him..."

Then the people here couldn't help but let out a sigh.

In the center of the crowd, Park Renyong looked at the crowd around him arrogantly.

In his broken Chinese, he mocked: "Is this the young alchemist of Huaxia? It's really vulnerable!"

creak!

When everyone around heard this, they almost clenched their teeth.

Park Renyong looked at the angry people around him and didn't care at all.

"Come on, you can go and press the handprint of the loser." Park Renyong said to the alchemist who had just been defeated by him.

The young alchemist trembled as if he had lost his soul.

He walked to the white paper hanging beside him in despair, pressed the ink pad, and then left his handprint on the white paper.

Seventeen sheets of white paper hang high, each with a scarlet palm print on it.

This palm print is like an invisible slap, slapped hard on the face of every Chinese present.

"Does anyone else dare to challenge? If there is, come up quickly." Park Renyong said.

The scene fell into silence, and the expression on Park Renyong's face became more and more rampant.

At this moment, Ling Xiao came out and said something that everyone present was dumbfounded.

(To be continued)