Zhuo Yihan roared wildly, rushed into the third floor quickly, and without looking, he went straight to a cell.

"Hehe...boy, you are very unlucky. I found my Qiushui Sword..."

Bang!

Before a prisoner could finish his words, Zhuo Yihan slapped on the wall.

"Too weak! Too weak!"

Zhuo Yihan frowned and quickly looked for the next one.

"My five ghost hands...ah!"

"Tianfeng Swordsman,...Help..."

"Wait... why don't you follow the rules! Let me finish speaking first"...Bang!

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

...

Looking at Zhuo Yihan who was sweeping across the board, a prisoner was immediately scared and knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Ah... the opponent is too weak. I can beat ten people like this at a time!"

Feeling the feeling of breakthrough weakening, Zhuo Yihan's face was firm and headed towards the fourth level.

At the end of the corridor is a terrifying giant sect several feet high. The law enforcement disciples of the sect are very cautious. An old man looked at Zhuo Yihan, who was full of energy and eager to try, but his face was solemn: "Have you considered it? The fourth floor of the sect is for innate masters to try... and the fifth floor and the sixth floor. This means that you may bump into the qi or even the grandmaster at any time!"

"I've thought about it!"

Zhuo Yihan, who had Fang Ming's cheating, had a huge confidence in himself at this moment and handed over his waist card without hesitation.

Originally, with his contribution point, entering the fourth level was not enough.

However, the previous chaotic battles swept across the third floor, which brought him generous rewards.

"Tsk tsk...it seems to be a good genius seedling!"

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Open the door!"
Chapter completed!