In the next three days, Yang Fan did not leave the Sword Courtyard for half a step.

Sitting in the bamboo house, absorbing the energy of the Spirit Sword Array.

"I'm finally familiar with the power of the sword soul, if I fight with someone again, I can use it to increase the sword domain and increase my strength to the greatest extent."

Yang Fan opened his eyes and showed a smile.

According to his estimates, if he put aside the power of the sword soul, he would now be able to equal the powerhouse of Jindan Xiaocheng's peak.

But if he urged the power of the sword soul, he would definitely be able to crush it!

Even against a strong Jindan Dacheng, even if he can't beat it, he can run away.

"Big brother, are you there?"

Suddenly, outside the bamboo house, Yan Wushuang's voice sounded.

"Jade?"

"Why are you here?"

Opening the door, Yang Fan said in surprise.

"Why, if it's okay, can't Xiaoyu come to play with the big brother?"

Yan Wushuang pouted and was cute on the surface, but his little eyes were dripping and turning, as if he was thinking of something bad.

Sneered and looked at Yang Fan, if I don't come to you, how can I avenge that jelly bean?

"Absolutely."

"But there is no one else in the Sword Academy except for the two of us, so there is nothing to play."

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Otherwise, let's go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion to play later?"

"Go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion to play?"

"Please, what's there to do there!"

Hearing this, Yan Wushuang suddenly rolled his eyes and said speechlessly.

The sword technique of the Hidden Sword Pavilion may be a rare treasure vault for outsiders.

But for Yan Wushuang, there is no difference between it and visiting his basement at all!

Because those sword tricks and exercises were all put in by herself!

"Well, where do you say you're going to play?"

Yang Fan said helplessly.

In fact, he wanted to go to Murong Yuntian now, after all, since he came back, he had been staying in the Sword Academy to cultivate, and that guy was probably about to wait.

But with Yan Wushuang, it's really a little inconvenient!

"Hmm......"

"There it is! I heard that in five days, there will be a selection battle for the sons of the Holy Land, and our Confucian Academy will open three major martial arts competition fields in Suixin Yuan, Qingxin Yuan, and Deserted Yuan, and select ten disciples respectively, and finally conduct a competition."

"The three disciples who won in the end are the sons of the Confucian Academy's preparatory holy land this time, and they will go to the holy mountain with the other eight major forces!"

Yan Wushuang's eyes rolled, and he smiled: "Big brother is so powerful, he definitely won't miss the selection of this holy land, right?"

She's being deceived!

The Sons of the Holy Land selection will take place in five days, and that's true.

But with Yang Fan's current strength, there is no hope of getting the final three reserve places!

Because if you want to participate in the Holy Land selection, the first and foremost condition is that your own strength is above Jindan.

And this is just the beginning, not the cap!

Judging from the experience of participating in the selection battle in the past, this time the three major academies should still send their own sons to support the façade.

Although Yang Fan's strength is not weak, it is impossible to find benefits in the hands of those veteran saints!

"Holy Land selection?"

"Of course you have to try it!"

But Yang Fan didn't notice Yan Wushuang's expression, his eyes lit up, and he said eagerly.

got up and pulled Yan Wushuang towards the outside of the bamboo house:

"Let's go, let's sign up first!"

Other people's disciples have a teacher, and everything can be left to the teacher to do. :

And his own cheap head has not shown up so far, of course, he has to do it himself.

"Fooled!"

Although Yan Wushuang let Yang Fan pull it.

But that was true

Love's little face showed a sly smile.

Daoru Palace!

Compare the table!

Countless disciples gathered here, just because today is the registration day for the Holy Land Selection Battle!

"This year's Holy Land Selection Contest will be held in five days, and those who meet the requirements can take the stage to test and complete the registration!"

The elder in charge of registration said lazily.

The eyes of the disciples in the audience were full of excitement, and they all came to join in the fun.

Because this year's registration test is different from the previous ones.

In the past, as long as you attacked the test tablet and could hit the seven-ring heavenly eye, you could be considered to have passed.

But this time, the Confucian Academy canceled the test tablet and replaced it with a real PK!

On the stage, a dark-skinned man sat cross-legged in the center of the stage with his eyes closed.

And he is the third holy son of the Wasteland, Wang Sheng!

"Anyone else has signed up?"

"There is still half a pillar of incense left in the end, and if no one signs up, then this registration is over!"

The elder looked around and said lightly.

The disciples in the audience turned their heads and ears one after another.

Even some of those who met the strength standards gave up signing up for the stage.

"Who dares to sign up?"

"It is said that this Wang Sheng just broke through the peak of Jindan Xiaocheng a few days ago, and he is only a thin line away from the Dacheng realm.

"That is to say, just now there was a disciple of Jindan Xiaocheng in the early stage, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead to sign up, not to mention that he could carry ten moves according to the requirements, even if it was three moves, he couldn't stand it!"

"Withdrawn, withdrawn, don't sign up this time, you will definitely be beaten up......

Although a large part of these disciples who spoke were the Holy Sons of the Three Courtyards, no one dared to fight Wang Sheng.

After all, to become a holy son, as long as you cultivate to reach the golden pill.

And passing the registration test is to carry Wang Sheng's ten moves!

Who can carry this horse?

"I announce that the registration ceremony for the children of the Holy Land is over......

Just as the white-bearded elder in charge of signing up was about to get up.

Two figures, one big and one small, fell from the sky, it was Yang Fan and Yan Wushuang!

"Elder, wait, I want to sign up!"

Yang Fan said.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, but fortunately, I caught up!

The disciples in the audience were stunned: "Who is this guy? It looks a little raw, and why is there a little girl with you?"

"I remember!"

"He is the Yang Fan who deposed Wang Xi and is said to have saved the Eight Great Forces and my Confucian disciples in the Trial Mountain Range!"

Someone suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said.

Immediately, the crowd began to make noise, discussing Yang Fan's deeds, and began to gloat.

Because the person in charge of testing the strength this time happened to be Wang Xi's own brother, Wang Sheng!

Rumble!

In the center of the stage, Wang Sheng opened his eyes fiercely, and his cold gaze fell on Yang Fan: "It's you!"

He looked for Yang Fan for several days, but he didn't expect to meet him here today!

"Disciple Yang Fan, prepare to sign up!"

Yang Fan frowned and glanced at those disciples and Wang Sheng.

I didn't expect my own affairs to spread so quickly in the Confucian Academy.

But that's still not a reason for him to give up on signing up!

"Oh?"

"You are Yang Fan?"

The white-bearded elder raised his eyebrows, looked at Yang Fan curiously, and then looked at Wang Sheng with murderous intent on his face, and suddenly smiled:

"Okay, then let you sign up, get ready, and test it on stage!"