Yang Fan said frankly: "I never thought about any future. I used to be a country kid, and I didn't know that I would have something to do with the Guogong Mansion, and I would be a big man like Yang Juzheng as my father. ”

"Seventh brother, don't you know, in my previous place, the four-star soul technique was the first-class soul technique. The five-star soul technique is simply legendary. Yang Fan's impression of Yang Bao is not bad, since Yang Bao accepted him, he naturally accepted Yang Bao, and the seventh brother shouted naturally.

Yang Bao said seriously: "Don't think about the past. You are now the young master of the Guogong Mansion, the son of the dignified Guogong, and your vision and values cannot be measured by the previous standards. ”

Yang Fan nodded slightly to Yang Bao and said, "Thank you Seventh Brother for reminding me." ”

Yang Bao smiled with satisfaction. Who said that this Yang Guo was arrogant and domineering? He just did not treat things and people! If others treat him badly, he will be even more evil than others. If they are good to him, he will be better to them.

You see, although I am older than him, the same year is only the big month. But his cultivation is two realms higher than mine! But look at it now, isn't he still very respectful to me, and he understands the rules very well?

Compared with Yang Luo, the eighth will be a lot more!

Yang Fan looked at the big tree and said, "Seventh brother, go over and have a look." ”

"Oh, yes!" Yang Bao suddenly remembered that he couldn't leave Yang Luo there alone to talk to Yang Fan, if it was passed out by the servants, maybe what Yang Luo would think when he woke up.

Yang Bao slapped his head violently, made a crisp sound, and ran towards the big tree with a puff of smoke.

Yang Fan smiled brightly, thinking that Yang Bao was really interesting.

......

The news that Yang Fan entered the Golden Soul Realm and easily defeated Yang Luo in the middle of the Golden Soul Realm with his cultivation in the early stage of the Golden Soul Realm soon spread in the Guogong Mansion. And some good things were still talked about when they were chatting outside, which only made the family feel that there was another good seedling in the Guogong Mansion.

The tiger father has no dogs, and Yang Juzheng's son is really not simple.

I don't know if it was affected by this incident, but the next day Yang Juzheng met with Yang Fan and said that he was going to officially arrange a teacher for him.

There are three teachers, one article, one martial arts and one etiquette.

But at Yang Fan's request, Yang Juzheng invited him an extra teacher.

Rhythm teacher.

When the teacher first saw Yang Fan and listened to him play the piano, he immediately said that he had a good talent for music and rhythm, and was happy to accept him as an apprentice.

In fact, regardless of whether Yang Fan has a talent for music and rhythm, it would have been a good thing to be able to accept Yang Juzheng's son as an apprentice.

The writer and the etiquette master were also arranged by Yang Juzheng, and there was no great effort. There was only a small twist, that is, the writer was very surprised after seeing Yang Fan's words.

The real trouble is the martial artist.

In the world of soul guests, in the final analysis, it is still based on strength. Whoever has a high realm will have a high status, and everything else is an auxiliary. Therefore, martial artists are very important, and Yang Juzheng will naturally not be sloppy.

Yang Juzheng specially arranged a separate day, selected three martial artists by himself, and then let Yang Fan choose by himself.

Early in the morning, the sun is shining.

Under one of the largest sycamore trees in the front yard of the Guogong Mansion, five men and one woman stood.

Yang Juzheng and Mr. Tu Da stood under the plane tree, Yang Fan was on the left of the plane tree, and the other three were on the right.

Yang Juzheng put his hands behind his back, his expression was serious, and his voice was deep, but it was extremely loud.

"Yang Guo, these three masters are all masters of the Water God Realm, each with magical powers, and they are all characters wherever they go south and north. They will use their means in front of you, you look at it, think about it, and then choose. ”

As Yang Fan's father and the top powerhouse in the soul world, Yang Juzheng should actually be Yang Fan's master. But Yang Juzheng has too many affairs and many sons, although he can teach Yang Fan, he can't teach him by hand, and he can't solve the confusion encountered in cultivation for Yang Fan in a timely manner, so it is very necessary to find a master for Yang Fan.

Yang Juzheng will only mention points at critical moments, and then pass on his skills at the right time.

Yang Fan nodded and said softly, "Yes." ”

On the surface, he was calm and light, but in his heart he was extremely shocked.

Master of the Water God Realm, Soul Guest of the God Realm, what a powerful existence is this?

Not to mention having seen it, Yang Fan has never heard of it.

And now, as soon as it appears, there are three!

And let him choose, whoever he chooses, who is his master!

But such words came out of Yang Juzheng's mouth lightly.

Hearing this, the three Water God Realm masters bowed to Yang Juzheng in unison, their expressions extremely respectful.

Yang Juzheng raised his head slightly and said, "Mr. Wu, you are older, so you will come first." ”

"Yes, Ge Lao. The man who Yang Juzheng called Mr. Wu nodded.

Mr. Fog looks to be in his fifties, with silver hair and clear features. He was dressed in a gray robe, not tall, and a faint mist came out of his cuffs and trousers when he spoke, enveloping him in a mist, making him look extremely ethereal.

He nodded slightly to Mr. Wu and turned sideways to look at Yang Fan.

At this moment, the mist that came out of his cuffs and trousers became even thicker, and he disappeared in an instant.

"Eighth Young Master, you can attack me. Mr. Fog spoke.

There was no longer Mr. Fog in front of Yang Fan, and all that appeared in his sight was a thick fog. This is a real mist because the air is already heavily damp.

"Offended. Yang Fan used a thirty percent powerful soul qi wave and hit the mist. Knowing that Mr. Wu was just trying to show his means, Yang Fan naturally only did superficial work and would not show much of a means.

The golden soul qi wave struck towards the mist, instantly dispersing the mist, but there was no trace of Mr. Mist.

"Fogging. The next moment, it seemed that a voice came from the air, and then Yang Fan's vision turned white, because his body was already shrouded in mist.

The soles of his feet exerted force, and he suddenly jumped forward for dozens of meters, still white. He jumped upwards again, but he still couldn't see anything.

It's just a split second, and the fog has covered many places!

Since it was just for performance, Mr. Wu would not let Yang Fan stay in the mist all the time. His symbolic face appeared in the fog a few times, but every day Yang Fan attacked him, and all he attacked was a piece of mist, and he couldn't hit his true body.

The next moment, the mist suddenly dispersed, and Mr. Mist had appeared behind Yang Fan, and said coldly: "Eighth Young Master, in the fog, I am enough to kill you many times, and every attack of yours cannot catch me." ”

Before the words fell, Mr. Fog was shrouded in fog again. At the same time, Yang Fan's other seven directions also rose up with a cloud of mist.