The golden curtain lasted for an unknown amount of time before finally dissipating slowly.

And it was only then that the Confucian Academy began to boil!

They remember the name!

Isn't that the newcomer who abolished Wang Xi and Liang Tong's two family legends, and also defeated the third holy son of the Deserted Academy?

Why did this guy suddenly become the First Holy Son?

"It's him, it's interesting......

Qin Zhantian and the other Holy Sons narrowed their eyes, flashing with an inexplicable light, and the corners of their mouths began to rise slightly: "In the Holy Son Hunting Battle half a month later, I will be able to gain a sum of points...... The First Son is very valuable!"

"it!"

"Senior Brother Chen, I didn't hallucinate, did I?"

"That...... That's my Big Brother Yang's name? He is now the Holy Son of the Sword Academy? ,,!"

In Suixin Courtyard, Murong Yuntian's eyes widened, and his excited mood could only be exposed by three slots.

"This ...... It's not an illusion, it's real."

Chen Ziguan took a breath of cold air, and then came back to his senses, and said with a complicated expression.

He couldn't believe that the genius he had inadvertently brought back had far exceeded his expectations, and he became the Holy Son of the Sword Academy as soon as he was admitted to the hospital!

"Wow!"

"Brother Yang Fan, look, your name has appeared!"

"And the golden dragon, so handsome!" Five

Yan Wushuang glanced at Yang Fan's big face, and he was so happy in his heart that he couldn't help but smile:

"When I go out in the future, I will say that I am the sister of the First Holy Son of the Sword Academy, and see who dares to bully me!"

"Don't!"

"Xiaoyu, don't!"

"In that case, you'll be beaten even worse."

Yang Fan's scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although the name of the First Holy Son is domineering enough, his own strength can't cover it at all!

The first holy son of someone else's family is a whole big realm stronger than himself, how can this be played?

Even if you cast the Immortal Dao Blood Transformation Divine Technique, you can't escape the fate of being hammered, right?

"Hehe, Xiaoyu is joking with you, don't be nervous!"

Yan Wushuang smiled and said slyly:

"Brother Yang Fan, it's almost time, you should go on a mission, otherwise you won't have time to participate in the Holy Land selection!"

Hearing this, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.

glanced at Yan Wushuang deeply, and always felt that this little girl was cheating herself!

But this thought had just risen, and it was torn apart by Yang Fan.

Xiaoyu is only six or seven years old, and it is the time of naivety, how can she have so many bad intentions?

"I guess I'm thinking too much!"

Yang Fan shook his head, then looked at Yan Wushuang, and said with a wry smile:

"Xiaoyu, after I leave, if you go out, don't say you know me, remember!"

He was really afraid that Xiaoyu would be beaten!

After explaining everything, he turned into a sword light and rushed out of the sword courtyard!

Before the disciples came to their senses, they had to slip away quickly, otherwise they would definitely be found and beaten!

"This little guy is still worried about me?"

Yan Wushuang held his little hand behind his back, watched Yang Fan leave, and couldn't help but smile:

"Don't blame me for being ruthless, being in the sect, the pressure is much less than that of the outside world, and I am comfortable...... It's going to kill geniuses."

She said slowly with a solemn expression.

And not long after Yang Fan left, a light and shadow fell from the sky and landed steadily in front of Yan Wushuang.

Judging by its appearance, it is Qin Zhantian!

"What about Yang Fanren?"

Qin Zhantian glanced around, looked at Yan Wushuang, and said expressionlessly.

"Gone."

Yan Wushuang didn't know where to take out a sugar gourd and sat on the steps, dangling it

The calf, while eating deliciously, answered casually.

"Gone?"

"Where have you gone?"

Hearing this, Qin Zhantian frowned and said in a deep voice:

"As the first holy son of the Sword Academy, isn't it embarrassing to be so afraid to let a little girl come out to deal with me?"

He sneered and looked at Yan Wushuang:

"You'd better call him out now, just say that I, Qin Zhantian, will personally ask him for a lesson or two to see if he has the qualifications to be the head of the Holy Son!"

Qin Zhantian didn't believe Yan Wushuang's words at all.

Then Yang Fan had just triggered the Holy List, how could he leave in the blink of an eye?

He can't wait to crush Yang Fan and add another heavy stroke to his record!

Hearing this, Yan Wushuang was not interested in answering at all.

"The little doll falls, stand up and pat the soil, don't cry......

Yan Wushuang was eating the sugar gourd, with a childish voice in his mouth, humming the song that the master had sung when he coaxed her.

"I'm talking to you!"

"Where is Yang Fan, let him get out of here!"

Qin Zhantian's face was instantly gloomy, and an invisible momentum instantly pressed towards Yan Wushuang, and he scolded coldly.

He was the first saint son of the Academy, but he was ignored by a little girl?

If he says this, where will his face go!

"Get out!"

But at this moment, Yan Wushuang suddenly stopped humming and raised his head violently.

The two beautiful eyes unexpectedly showed two eye colors, one gold and one purple!

And that angry shout seemed to go deep into Qin Zhantian's heart, impacting his three souls and seven spirits!

The momentum was all broken, and Qin Zhantian was rushed out fiercely!

"Poof!"

"You...... Who the hell are you......

Qin Zhantian was lying on the ground, his face was pale and embarrassed, he looked at Yan Wushuang in horror, and he couldn't stop trembling!

He is a strong man who is a quasi-Yuan Ying Xiaocheng!

Moreover, he is also a genuine formation cultivator, with the blessing of his battle formation domain, even the Yuanying powerhouse can fight!

But at that moment, Qin Zhantian seemed to have seen the bridge.

What kind of monster is this little girl?

"The First Son of the Temple?"

"I really don't know how that guy Liu Yunjun accepted his disciple, and even dared to accept garbage like you into the door!"

"If you don't want to die, within three breaths, get out!"

Yan Wushuang's two-color pupils flickered, and he shouted angrily, directly sending Qin Zhantian out of Wujian Cliff!

When Qin Zhantian came back to his senses, he was already under the cliff, and a cold voice sounded in his mind:

"Today's matter, if you dare to talk nonsense, I will kill your Qin family!"

"Bastard ......"

Qin Zhantian stabilized his embarrassed figure and gritted his teeth as he looked at where the Sword Courtyard was.

With a hideous face, he forcibly suppressed the urge to let go of cruel words, and disappeared into light and shadow!

In the Sword Courtyard!

Yan Wushuang took out the half-eaten sugar gourd again, and said expressionlessly, "Since you're here, come out, sneaky, those who don't know still think you're a thief."

"Ahem!"

The next moment, a slightly embarrassed cough sounded.

Song Feng walked out of the spatial crack and looked at Yan Wushuang with a wry smile:

"Little junior sister, you said that you are also a few hundred years old, why bother to be angry with a little turtle?"