Many Yang family disciples and others in Tianyang City all looked at them with envy.

To be able to cultivate to such an extent at such an age.

That's pretty genius!

Yang Ming didn't know why, so he turned back the same way. When I saw Leng Feiyang, my eyes lit up!

Yang Ming stepped forward and just stretched out his hand to greet Leng Feiyang, but was directly ignored by Leng Feiyang.

The hand that fell in mid-air clenched into a fist.

Yang Ming didn't expect that under the watchful eye of so many people, Leng Feiyang would directly ignore himself and go to talk to a small disciple.

Standing here for a minute and a second also made Yang Ming feel humiliated. He didn't even ask about turning around, he turned around and chose to leave.

"Leng Feiyang, the Daming Martial Mansion is about to recruit genius disciples, it is in Tianmo City, when the time comes, you and I will be superior!"

Yang Hua frowned, said to Leng Yunfeiyang, and then left.

Yang Tianji shook his head helplessly, and said to Yang Tianyu: "Let's go! Next, it's time to arrange tomorrow's Yang Jiawei trial!"

Yang Tianyu nodded, gave Yang Fan a thumbs up, and left with Yang Tianji.

Leng Feiyang glanced at Yang Fan deeply and said, "Brother Yang Fan is so temperamental, it really makes Feiyang admire!"

Under the threat and oppression of the powerhouses of the Three Talents Realm, he can also remain so calm.

Although there are two powerhouses in the three-talent realm, Yang Fan only has one yuan realm.

This kind of mind is really good.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, he didn't expect that this would make Leng Feiyang, a genius, look at it at a high level, and the way geniuses look at people is really different!

In Yang Fan's surprised gaze, Leng Feiyang's figure approached, patted Yang Fan's shoulder, and said close to Yang Fan's ear: "Don't worry, if the Yang family cheats, after you participate in Yang Jiawei, I will still take action against you, and I will help you!"

"Thank you!"

Yang Fan can really feel that Leng Feiyang is good to him, and a thousand words can only be turned into these two words.

"I've said it all! I treat you as a brother, but in the future, after I stand at the top, I will no longer be lonely! If I become the strongest and can't find an opponent, this will make my son very distressed!" Leng Feiyang boasted very stinky to himself.

Yang Fan also smiled.

Leng Feiyang just nodded lightly, followed Yang Fan again to say a few words, and left.

Those disciples who scolded Yang Fan angrily just now saw Yang Fan Leng Feiyang, Elder, and Yang Jiawei's genius all gone!

Where is there any reason to dare to stay, he didn't even dare to ask for a bet, so he ran away, which made Yang Fan shake his head helplessly.

I felt that most of the martial arts arena had been gone, and there were only a few hard-working Yang family disciples who were doing hard cultivation.

Everywhere Yang Fan's eyes went, whether it was a disciple of the Yang family, a disciple of the concubine, or a member of a clansman with a foreign surname, they all showed a respectful look.

A wave of blood surged into his heart, Yang Fan's face turned red, and he forcibly endured it.

With a quick pace, Yang Fan returned to the house.

As soon as he opened the door, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and even Yang Fan's face turned much paler.

The whole person sat weakly on the ground against the crack in the door.

I don't know how long it took before Yang Fan opened his eyes vaguely.

Feeling the bad condition of his body, Yang Fan showed a wry smile.

At the time of the martial arts exercise, it was just that the injury was forcibly suppressed for the sake of dignity, in fact, Yang Fan's heart and lungs were almost shattered by the impact, if it wasn't for the vitality to protect his heart, he would have already risen to heaven at this moment.

But even so, Yang Fan couldn't run his vitality again.

Relying on his strong will, Yang Fan propped up his body and staggered to the black bucket.

With all your strength, pick it up.

Then change the water and drip in the Qingling San!

The whole person entered the bucket, and the piercing feeling came to his heart again, this time he couldn't use his vitality to resist this pain, Yang Fan could only grit his teeth and bear it silently.

Running through the meridian and refining bone skills, the strong medicinal power washed Yang Fan's injured internal organs over and over again.

The sting pain like an ant drilling into the heart welled up in the heart.

Yang Fan's face twitched uncontrollably, and his earthworm-like green neck burst out, especially in his temples, which were even more bulging.

"You can't fall asleep, otherwise most of the medicinal power won't be able to wash away the internal organs!"

Gritting his teeth, Yang Fan accepted the inhuman pain.

The other side.

Yang Tiansheng's room.

Yang Tiansheng, Yang Cheng, and Yang Ming, father and son, gathered together.

"Father, if you want me to say, you should directly kill Yang Fan, now it's good, you can't kill it if you want to, and it will make the Yang family's disciples feel cold!" Yang Cheng complained dissatisfiedly.

In Yang Cheng's opinion, as long as Yang Tiansheng was taken by surprise yesterday and directly attacked him, even if Yang Tianyu didn't speak for Yang Fan, what Yang Fan was doing would be inescapable, and there would be no chance of surviving at all.

"Hmph, what do you know? The matter has come to this point, and you can only use your hands and feet in Yang Karwei's trial!" Yang Tiansheng said with an annoyed face.

"Father, Yang Karwei's trial can indeed be divided into several levels, but, uncle, second uncle, will they let you change it?" Yang Ming, who had been silent, said a loophole in Yang Tiansheng's words.

"Don't worry! Yang Jiawei's organ is open this time, but it is under the control of the old man, and when the time comes, Yang Tianji and they can't do anything, don't worry!" Yang Tiansheng said with a cold smile.

"But the ordinary guards of the Yang Jiawei can't stop Yang Fan at all!" Yang Cheng also spoke, with anxiety in his eyes.

"You two, haven't you forgotten the beast survival in Yang Karwei's trial!" Yang Tiansheng shook his head and smiled, his eyes becoming deep.

"Father, you mean?"

As if thinking of something, Yang Ming's eyes lit up and asked.

"That's right! Just replace that beast with a demonic beast! The old man doesn't believe that he can survive under the mouth of the demonic beast!" Yang Tiansheng said with a smile, his eyes indescribably cunning.

Demonic beasts are a strange creature born between heaven and earth, they have a beast-like body, but they are several times more powerful than beasts, and the fierce level of strength realm is even more different.

Even the weakest first-order demonic beast has the strength of the pinnacle of the enemy-like martial artist One Yuan Realm.

Moreover, the ferocious nature and sturdy physique often make human warriors feel feared from the bottom of their hearts.

In the face of this fierce demonic beast, it is impossible to use all of them.

Often, the demonic beasts of the same realm all require three or five human warriors to unite in order to win.

Otherwise, it can only be buried in the mouth of the demonic beast and become a pile of white bones!

The lobby of the Leng family at this moment.

An old man with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard sat on the top seat, and Leng Wuji, the current head of the Leng family, said respectfully: "Elder Mo, please also drink tea!"

Elder Mo, his full name is not for!

He has a powerful cultivation of the three talent realms and eight folds.

More important is his identity, the elder of the outer gate of the Great Ming Martial Mansion.

The Great Ming Martial Mansion is the most powerful sect force within a million miles of distance.

The strongest in his sect is in the clouds, and if he pulls out an inner sect elder at will, he can easily destroy Tianyang City.

"Wuji, you and I are friends, you don't have to be so respectful, just talk normally!" Mo Buwei took the teacup, cut it twice, and chuckled.

Leng Wuji also showed a wry smile, the two were close friends back then, but Mo Buwei entered the Daming Martial Mansion because of the relationship, and the two lost contact with each other.

Unexpectedly, Mo Buwei came again, and he had become the outer door elder of the Daming Martial Mansion, which really made Leng Wuji embarrassed.

The status of the two no longer allows the two to talk like they did back then.

Seeing that although Leng Wuji had relaxed a lot, there was still respect in his eyes, and he shook his head helplessly.