The Path of Evolution

"If you ask her to go get the certificate tomorrow, doesn't it count as a marriage? Is this appropriate?"

The one who laughed was none other than Zhao Ritian, who was sitting in the lobby with his head down and playing with his mobile phone.

Everyone could hear the mockery in that laughter.

The fat chef was furious and said sternly: "Young man, I am discussing life-long matters with the master here. How can I allow you to dictate?"

Zhao Hao said slowly: "It's unfortunate that I have the qualifications to point fingers. Brother Canglong asked me to do my best to take care of his sister before he went through the tribulation, and don't let Teacher Cang Yun be bullied by cats and dogs. Now that she has decided After observing mourning for three years, irrelevant people should not stay here and do whatever they need to do."

Cang Yun was greatly surprised and took a deep look at Zhao Hao.

She knew better than anyone that Canglong had never met Zhao Hao before he crossed the tribulation, so there could be no such thing as entrustment.

Of course, she never dreamed that Cang Long would entrust Zhao Ritian in a very supernatural way after his death.

To be honest, the landlady didn't expect Zhao Hao to come to the funeral at all.

Because she learned from Yuerou that Zhao Hao ascended to the third-level evolutionary world a few months ago.

Sometimes when a person has no expectations, he gets an unexpected surprise.

Zhao Hao not only attended the funeral, but also stood up at the most critical moment.

Cang Yun felt three parts grateful and seven parts worried.

As far as she knew, it had only been a few months since Xiao Zhao had been promoted, and it would have been less than half a year.

And the fat chef was already a legendary real person a hundred years ago.

Zhao Hao stepping forward at this time is tantamount to hitting an egg with a stone.

"Junior, the master of this place hasn't spoken yet. How dare you override your servants and issue an eviction order?"

The fat chef sneered and took advantage of the situation so that he could find trouble later.

Zhao Hao looked like his IQ needed to be recharged, and took the initiative to get into the trap: "When you encounter someone who is cheating, you can't drive them away. Why don't you do something real, old man, don't you want to compete with me? How about we Want to practice outside?"

"Okay, without further ado, let's go now!"

The fat chef was uncharacteristically excited.

Afraid that Zhao Hao would regret it, the fat old man with the red nose strode towards the open space outside the old house.

Deng Pan and Wen Qinghe also followed. They were puzzled along the way. Why was the fat chef who never showed off his talents so excited today?

They don't understand that there is a kind of feeling called master's loneliness.

In this land of China, there are the most real people in Kunlun, but unfortunately they basically don’t set foot in the mortal world, and you can’t even see them if you want to. In the past eighty years, the fat chef has never encountered a real-life opponent. The loneliness of being in a high place is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

After waiting for eighty years, he finally saw two real people at Canglong's funeral.

One of them was Xue Qing. Considering that the other party was the female apprentice of the Protector of the Country, the fat chef selectively ignored it. For many years, he had known that there was a Protector of the Country in the capital, but he had never thought of challenging him. If you really do this, you will be labeled as endangering national security if you are not careful, and you may also offend the mysterious Kunlun Sect. Although the fat chef is lonely, he is not stupid enough to make fun of his own life.

But Zhao Hao is different. According to the news received by the Deng family, this man has been dismissed from the military. To put it bluntly, he is a helpless individual. Not to mention sparring with Zhao Hao, even if he "accidentally" killed Zhao Hao, the fat chef would still be able to find sufficient reasons to excuse him.

At the edge of the open space, a group of spectators were more nervous than the two participants.

Among them, Xi Yuantu and the middle-aged man were the happiest. No matter who won, they had no loss and were happy to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers.

Deng Pan and Wen Qinghe stood together, suppressing their inner excitement and waiting for the fat chef to KO Zhao Ritian within three moves.

Red Chili Pepper was worried for Brother Zhao. The fat chef she knew was the best among the people, and she didn't know if Zhao Hao could withstand it.

Cang Yun and Yue Rou stood together. They were more nervous than Xue Qing and almost didn't think Zhao Hao had a chance of winning.

The referee for this duel is Yu Wenjun, the hero who nominally conquered Base No. 3 and has now been promoted to lieutenant general.

"You two, please get ready, let's begin!"

As Yu Wenjun gave the order, everyone watching held their breath.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the fat chef began to show off his flowers, opening his mouth and spitting out a flying sword of cold light.

This starting skill shocked everyone on the spot.

Controlling objects through the air, flying swords to kill enemies ten miles away, these are the methods of the legendary land gods.

The land gods in folklore are actually what the spiritual world calls real people.

Wherever the flying sword passed, a crack was cut into the air. Its speed was so fast that Zhao Hao on the opposite side was stunned.

Zhao Ritian was indeed stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe his eyes.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he takes action.

At that moment, Zhao Hao captured too much information.

First, he used the King's Eye to see through the grade of the flying sword.

That flying sword was at best a two-star real weapon, not as good as Zhao Hao's broken black evil sword.

Secondly, the true energy contained in the flying sword was extremely weak.

Zhao Hao has developed a habit of not looking down on any opponent. He originally defined Fat Chef as a master of the level of Ximen Qingkong and Shengshi Demon Emperor. However, the quality of the Fat Chef's true energy is far inferior to that of Ximen Qingkong, and it is even incomparable to the Shengshi Demon Emperor who possesses middle-grade true energy.

To be honest, the fat chef in front of me is no different from those experienced people in the Qingyun world.

Hot chicken!

Zhao Hao sighed secretly. He was very puzzled. Such a weak rookie could be the super master in China second only to the Protector of the Country?

"Brother, calm down, you must calm down. Maybe that damn fat guy deliberately pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger. Don't be fooled!"

Zhao Hao remained wary and flicked his finger tentatively.

He stretched out a middle finger, and with the counter-shock energy, he focused the sword impartially.

call out!

The wind sword flew out upside down, pierced several old trees in the air, and flew crookedly towards the fat chef.

Looking at the transparent hole in the old tree, the onlookers were stunned, wondering whether it was the fat chef's flying sword that was too powerful, or the rebound force of Zhao Hao's middle finger.

The fat chef finally managed to control his true weapon, feeling terrified in his heart.

He is very aware of how difficult it is to advance to the level of a real person. After all, Zhao Hao was still a second-level evolver a few months ago. Even if this kid is unlucky and reaches the third level by chance, it stands to reason that he will be very powerful in just a few months. Not going anywhere.

But in the first round of the fight, the fat chef somehow felt like his son was being beaten by his father.

"Junior, take another blow from me!"

The fat chef couldn't accept the fact that he would kneel down with just one move, so Shen shouted and used his special move.

The flying sword suddenly grew in size and transformed into many clones.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred three-foot green blades flashing with cold light shot at Zhao Hao from all directions.

Each flying sword phantom was accompanied by a sharp sword energy that was as real as reality, causing everyone onlookers to step back.

Hundreds of swords fired together!

The fat chef devoted all his cultivation to that flying sword, which was his most powerful killing move.