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During this period, Wang Xuan also looked at Zhang Fan with a strange smile, and asked with a smile that a man understands, "Brother Fan, how are you and the little princess Gu Ling'er doing?" ”

Zhang Fan scolded with a smile.

After returning to the Dynasty Academy, Zhang Fan did not fall into a deep sleep like Wang Xuan and the others, but walked alone in the Dynasty Academy.

"The main thing I do now is to win the first place in the senior class, and then ask a vice president to help, the relationship is too much luxury for me."

When Zhang Fan thought of the girl's tranquil smile, his heart was slightly hot, but then he suppressed his emotions.

Gu Linger was a little upset this night, and when she saw the young man standing in the crowd with his head held high, Gu Linger's Gu Jing Wubo's heart suddenly beat.

She wanted to fall asleep several times, but she couldn't sleep, so Gu Linger got up and walked in the Dynasty Academy.

It was late at night, most of the students of the Dynasty Academy had fallen asleep, and only a small number of students who were still working hard to cultivate were working hard, Zhang Fan couldn't help but think of the scene when he first came to the Dynasty Academy, at that time, he was also like these juniors and sisters who worked hard to cultivate, striving for a goal.

Fate always seems to be so wonderful.

At the moment of turning the corner, the two people happened to look at each other, and the gaze of that moment made the two of them a little dodgy, but then they smiled brightly and enjoyed the beautiful moonlight together.

The next morning, Zhang Fan got up early, full of energy and vitality, when Zhang Fan came to the martial arts arena, there was an old figure waiting for him.

"Vice Dean."

Zhang Fan shouted respectfully.

Standing in front of Zhang Fan was the peak powerhouse of the Dynasty Academy, and he was also the top powerhouse of the Wind Blue Country, a Martial King-level existence.

In Zhang Fan's eyes, the Martial King level is high and has unpredictable strength.

"Yes, you are not arrogant, you are much stronger than Long Xuan."

Tianxing rarely showed a smile and praised Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan, this time to enter the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you have to seize this opportunity, even the advanced class students in the third layer of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion cannot enter it, only the best of them have a chance once a month."

Tianxing said solemnly.

"Understood, Vice Dean."

A glimmer of light bloomed in Zhang Fan's eyes, Zhang Fan was sure that as long as he entered the third layer of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he would be able to cultivate the Balong Fist to the Dacheng realm in a short period of time.

Zhang Fan followed Tianxing all the way towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and as he walked, Tianxing said, "Zhang Fan, you have won the championship of this advanced class, if you can set foot in the Martial Spirit Nine Grades within a month, you will have a chance to change the fate of your life." ”

Tianxing stared at Zhang Fandao with a burning expression.

It was just that when he thought of a month's time, a trace of gloom appeared in Tianxing's eyes.

Even the top genius of the Dynasty Academy, with a powerful martial soul, would take at least three months to break through to two realms in the martial spirit realm.

And Zhang Fan's martial soul talent is just a product.

The gloom in Tianxing's eyes did not escape Zhang Fan's eyes.

It's just that the latter's expression is quite flat.

Zhang Fan secretly pinched his arm, "Have you broken through two realms in a month?" ”

If there is no Devouring Martial Soul, Zhang Fan is indeed not sure at all, but Zhang Fan, who has the Devouring Martial Soul, is destined to be a miracle-creating figure.

"I'm going to take my chances."

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and Tianxing said that he could change the fate of his life, so this time it must be a great creation.

All the way to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the elder of the Pavilion saw that Zhang Fan was here again, and immediately smiled, "Little guy, I came to visit the old man again, I am afraid that the Tyrannosaurus Fist you took last time has not yet comprehended." ”

"Zhang Fan has already cultivated it to the realm of Xiaocheng and won the championship of the advanced class, and this time I brought him here to enter the third layer of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

Tianxing said with a smile on the side.

The elder of the Shouge Pavilion smiled stiffly on the old man's face, and secretly gave Zhang Fan a thumbs up, "Awesome." ”

Zhang Fan smiled, but did not argue.

Following Tianxing all the way through the first and second floors, when Zhang Fan walked towards the third floor, the advanced class students who were rummaging through the exercises and martial arts on the second floor were completely stunned.

"This kid is the champion of this year's advanced class of the advanced class, he is really weak and weak, it seems that the strength of the freshmen who entered the advanced class this year is not very good."

A young man in a black shirt said disdainfully, the young man's eyes had a gloomy color, and there was a touch of jealousy and resentment in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Fan.

"Hehe, Light War, you have the ability to challenge this kid and prove your strength."

A slightly obese young man walked towards Guangzhan and said with a slightly provocative color.

Guangzhan subconsciously turned pale, but he didn't dare to do anything to the obese young man, so he had to stare at Zhang Fan with a fierce gaze.

"Boy, the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion is not accessible to any cat or dog."

Guangzhan was enraged, and directly stopped in front of Zhang Fan, and Tianxing smiled and stayed away from Zhang Fan, leaving Zhang Fan with a battlefield.

Zhang Fan's kind expression also showed a sharp edge, "When I Zhang Fan is a soft persimmon, I can't pinch it." ”

Zhang Fan's gaze became a little unkind.

was stared at by Zhang Fan, and a layer of cold sweat rose on Guangzhan's back.

"It's just a kid of the Martial Spirit Seventh Grade, and I'm a late Martial Spirit Ninth Rank martial artist."

Light Zhan puffed himself up in his heart.

Immediately reacted, a martial artist in the late stage of the Martial Spirit Ninth Rank was actually frightened by a new student of the Martial Spirit Seventh Grade, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"Boy, give you a chance, as long as you promise to keep a solemn heart when you see me in the future, I will let you go today."

Zhang Fan's expression was a little sluggish, "Where did this **** come from, I actually feel so good about myself." ”

"Get out, or you'll be the first person I'll be in the senior class."

Zhang Fan shook his hand and smashed it with a punch.

This punch contained a powerful fist, like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, directly sweeping towards the light battle.

Guangzhan's complexion changed, and he suddenly realized that he had stepped on the iron plate.

Those who can comprehend the situation are peerless geniuses, which are what a small person like him can provoke, but at this time, it is already difficult to ride a tiger, so he has to be forced to fight.

The light battle turned into a fist, and a trace of electric light flashed in the palm.

"Thunder."

The devastating power took shape in the palm of the light war, and then collided fiercely with Zhang Fan's punch.

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