Swish!

A figure fell from the sky!

Everyone stared at the past, and then they were all stunned!

"It's the Son of the King!"

"The king is the Son of the Holy Son...... He lost!"

The Confucian disciples who watched couldn't believe their eyes.

That's the third-ranked Holy Son of the Deserted Temple!

The peak combat power can even match Jindan Dacheng, and it is ...... Lost to a new disciple?! :

"Yay!"

"I won!"

When Han Mingyu saw this scene, he immediately became excited, and looked at Bai Xiaotian and Zhao Song with solemn faces:

"Well, I'm right, right?"

She blinked, and couldn't help but glance over the arena again.

Yang Fan's figure still stood tall above the void, although his breath was a little agitated, but there was no big injury!

On the contrary, it made Yang Fan look more charming.

Countless female disciples showed adoring glances: "Senior Brother Yang is so powerful!"

Even Han Mingyu couldn't help but secretly think to himself, "If you can become a Taoist companion with a young talent like Senior Brother Yang, maybe it would be very good!"

"I didn't expect that this little white-faced kendo attainment was so powerful, but I underestimated him!"

Bai Xiaotian's face was solemn and said seriously.

The strongest collision between Yang Fan and Wang Sheng just now, even Bai Xiaotian didn't dare to say that he could completely carry it.

But Yang Fan did it!

"If you want to lose the bet, I will go and explain the situation to the head of the courtyard and withdraw from the Holy Land selection battle."

Zhao Song was silent for a moment, left this sentence lightly, and turned to leave.

"This kid is much more powerful than I thought."

"Especially with this sophisticated combat awareness, those disciples in the courtyard are too much worse than him."

Yan Wushuang looked at Yang Fan and smiled slightly, his expression a little relieved.

Based on her preliminary inference, the current Yang Fan's strength should be infinitely close to the level of the Second Holy Son!

It's pretty impressive.

Because Yang Fan has just started!

"Little junior sister, you finally gave up."

At this time, Yu Qingxia, Liu Yunjun, and Huang Wuyan fell from the sky and smiled bitterly in a voice that only they could hear.

"I've seen three heads!"

When the surrounding disciples saw the three of them, they hurriedly saluted.

"The battle here is over, there's nothing to see, let's go back and continue cultivating."

Yu Qingxia nodded and spoke.

Hearing this, the disciples stopped staying.

Now that they have seen the results, they are naturally satisfied and leave together.

And with their departure, the news of Yang Fan's defeat of the Third Holy Son of the Deserted Courtyard will also spread.

This new disciple has become famous in one fight!

"Little sister, I ...... it"

Yu Qingxia waited until the disciples left, and then she showed a complicated expression and wanted to say something.

"Oh, I'm so sleepy!"

"Brother Yang Fan, are you okay? Yu'er is going to sleep!"

However, before he finished speaking, Yan Wushuang began to be coquettish under the stunned gaze of Yu Qingxia and the others!

it!

The little junior sister actually ...... Actually coquettish?

And don't care about the newcomer Yang Fan, calling brother?

What a situation!

Hearing this, Yang Fan also saw Yu Qingxia and the three of them, and hurriedly fell from the sky and saluted respectfully:

"Disciple Yang Fan, I have seen the three courtyard leaders."

Unexpectedly, one of his battles would lead all three of them out!

"Little guy, I didn't expect you to actually join the Sword Academy, it's really surprising to me."

Yu Qingxia and the three looked at it with complicated eyes

Yang Fan looked at Yan Wushuang again:

"She's ......"

And Yan Wushuang glared at them fiercely, as if to warn.

If you dare to tell me who I am, then don't blame me for being unkind!

The three people who originally wanted to expose Yan Wushuang all coughed dryly.

"She?"

"Head of the Jade Academy, do you mean Xiaoyu?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan was a little puzzled, hugged Yan Wushuang directly, and said, "What's wrong with Xiaoyu?"

He didn't know what Yu Qingxia and the others wanted to say.

However, what can be wrong with a little girl of six or seven years old?

"No...... Nothing!"

"I just think she's cute."

When Yu Qingxia and the three of them saw this scene, their eyelids began to twitch!

It's not a hallucination, is it?

Yang Fan actually ...... Dare to hug their little sister?

Looking at the cunning hidden under Yan Wushuang's simple appearance, what does this little demon king want to do?

"Really?"

"Yes, actually, I think Xiaoyu is quite cute, and I already see her as a sister."

Hearing this, Yang Fan didn't think much about it, and rubbed Yan Wushuang's little head with a smile: "Xiaoyu, do you want to go back and rest?"

"Uh-huh!"

"And Xiaoyu's stomach is also very hungry, and she wants to eat something delicious!"

Yan Wushuang blinked his eyes wide, and said in a milky voice.

But the more she is like this, the more uncomfortable the three of Yu Qingxia become!

"I'll go, little sister, she'......"

Liu Yunjun and Huang Wuyan were dumbfounded, wondering if there was something wrong with the little junior sister's brain!

But before he finished speaking, a pair of cold eyes looked over, which frightened Liu Yunjun and Huang Wuyan's scalps to tingle instantly, and they hurriedly shut up!

They don't dare to offend this little devil!

Dacheng Sword Immortal's combat power far exceeds that of the target Yuanying Dacheng, and it is close to the peak of Yuanying!

If you provoke the little junior sister, this pain will definitely be indispensable!

"The three heads of the academy, the disciples have retired first."

Yang Fan didn't notice this, hugged Yan Wushuang and smiled apologetically at the three of them, and then flew towards the sword in the direction of the Sword Academy.

"Boy!"

"This is your disciple's order, put it away, and the Holy Land will be selected in five days, remember not to be late!"

At this time, Elder Whitebeard blocked Yang Fan's way and threw a jade plaque similar to jade to Yang Fan, with Yang Fan's name clearly engraved on it.

"Thank you, Elder."

Yang Fan clenched his fists respectfully, then looked at Wang Sheng, who had also recovered, and nodded with a smile: "Senior Brother Wang Sheng, when I improve my cultivation again, I will come to you to learn!"

"Hahaha, I'm waiting for you!"

Although Wang Sheng's breath was sluggish, his smile was very bright.

Yang Fan nodded, no longer hesitated, and left the competition platform with Yan Wushuang.

"Now that your strength has been able to break my strongest supernatural power, if you refine it again, I'm afraid I won't be your opponent."

He looked at Yang Fan's back and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

Subsequently, Wang Sheng came straight to the front of Huang Wuyan:

"Master, if the disciple wants to enter the battlefield of the ancient temple for training, please ask the master to agree!"

Ancient temple battlefield!

Hearing this, Yu Qingxia and the three of them all had expressions moving!

"Sheng'er, have you really thought about it?"

"This ancient temple battlefield is full of dangers, even if there are not a few Yuanying powerhouses, do you really want to take risks?"

Huang Wuyan asked in a deep voice.