"I'll go first......"

The figure of Wushuang flashed, and in an instant, it crossed the space of seven or eight feet, and flew to the eaves on the opposite side, and a dusty Shengxue white dress looked so out of place in the night.

"Your wounds are not healed. Yang Fan reminded, knowing that he couldn't stop him anymore.

"It's no big deal, thank you for your treatment......" Wushuang turned his head, and the divine light in his eyes condensed into a point.

In the dark and boundless world in his eyes, Yang Fan's figure was reflected, and he said meaningfully: "Don't forget the agreement between us." ”

Swish!

The blurred white shadow crossed an arc in the night sky, and in a few breaths, it disappeared from the field of vision of Yang Fan and everyone in the palace.

Yang Fan looked stunned, this unparalleled style of acting is really crisp enough.

He had just healed the internal injuries on his body, and his cultivation had risen a lot, so he was naturally secretly happy in his heart.

Moreover, he has reached an agreement with Wushuang that if he is injured in Kyoto in the future, he will have to come to him for treatment. Of course, Yang Fan also has to pay a certain price, that is, to deal with the challenge of this son with all his might. However, in the agreement, Yang Fan dragged out the battle for several months.

After Wushuang left, Yang Fan retracted his gaze, smiled on his face, walked towards King Yan, and found that today's banquet had ended.

At this moment, Yan Wang Yu's face was not good-looking, and he didn't know if it was because he was injured or because he was uncomfortable. Yu Wenxin and the little county lord also stood by his side.

"Humph!"

When the little county lord saw Yang Fan coming over, he couldn't help but snort lightly and pursed his lips.

Yang Fan was unmoved, his smile was still the same, and when he approached, his eyes fell on King Yan's body: "King Yan's injury is not light, can you let Yang treat one or two." ”

"Okay, you come to my study. Yu Wenyan glanced at Yang Fan deeply, and said to Yu Wenxin: "And Xin'er, you also come to ......."

Yang Fan and Yu Wenxin knew each other, and they were a little curious about each other, and they didn't quite understand Yu Wenxin's intentions.

In Yu Wenxin's eyes, Yang Fan saw a few hints of understanding and apology.

"Yue'er is still young and ignorant, please understand Pharmacist Yang. Yu Wenxin whispered softly.

"It's fine. ”

Yang Fan smiled slightly and walked with the two of them.

"Don't come along!"

Yu Wenyan glanced at the little county lord and said righteously.

The little county lord's eyes were red, and he glanced at Yang Fan and Yu Wenyan hatefully, and then turned around and left, running faster and faster, as if he was a little aggrieved.

Indeed, in the palace of King Yan, there is no open cooking, and there are no human rights.

No matter how big it is, as long as King Yan speaks, it is a golden rule.

"It's still a kid after all......"

Yang Fan glanced at the little county lord out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't think much about it.

After a while, the three of them walked into a simplely furnished study, Yan Wang sat at the desk, exhaled lightly, stretched out his hand and said to Yang Fan: "You treat me, and talk about other things by the way." ”

There was an old servant who was very clever enough to bring a chair to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan put his hand on King Yan's wrist and began to heal him, and said with a smile: "The prince can say anything directly." ”

Yu Wenyan pondered for a moment and said, "You also treated Wushuang just now, and look at the two of us, who is seriously injured." ”

"Overall, it's not the same, but Yang can still see that the injury of the prince is slightly lighter than him, but it's only a slight difference. Yang Fan said methodically: "In fact, after I checked Wushuang's injuries, I already guessed that the prince's skills were much deeper than his. ”

Yu Wenyan smiled bitterly: "What about profound skills, he still hasn't beaten him, and there will be no hope in the future......"

Yang Fan was silent, and while healing his injuries, he was also observing Yu Wenyan's body.

Yu Wenyan's physical body is also extremely powerful, and even in terms of strength, it is a few points better than Wushuang, but on the whole, it is still not as perfect as Wushuang.

"Doesn't Pharmacist Yang have any opinions?" asked Yu Wenyan as if tentatively.

"Wushuang's potential is the most powerful I have ever seen in my life, and when Yang healed him just now, he found that he had a body that was perfect to the extreme, which still exceeded the limits of human beings. ”

Yang Fan said lightly, then changed his words and said bluntly: "The prince is destined to be surpassed by him." ”

Destined to be surpassed!

When Yu Wenxin heard this, his pretty face changed slightly, and he still looked a little questioning.

From childhood to adulthood, his father was like a god of war in his eyes, and no one could match him, let alone surpass him.

Yu Wenyan sighed lightly: "Pharmacist Yang is really not an ordinary person, you are right! But in fact...... Wushuang has already surpassed me, and this decisive battle, in a way, I have already lost to him. Aside from the last life-saving secret move, I have even used the most powerful moves. ”

"But...... Wushuang has never drawn his sword from the battle to the present!" Yu Wenyan's eyes revealed a trace of loss and confusion.

"Draw the sword?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned, he also paid attention to the peerless sword, and asked curiously: "Could it be that his swordsmanship is more powerful." ”

"Half a year ago, Wushuang's skill was not as good as now, that is, in the middle of the congenital stage, a martial artist of this level, I could kill ...... with a wave of my hand" Yu Wenyan said in a low voice, as if reminiscing, and sighed lightly: "But at that time, he pulled out his sword and was able to confront me Lily, and in the end, I narrowly defeated him only by virtue of my stunts and powerful skills." ”

"On that occasion, although I overcame him, I was also wounded by him. Once Wushuang draws his sword, his strength will more than double!"

Yu Wenyan exhaled lightly, and his face became even more solemn.

"Wushuang didn't draw his sword from beginning to end, so to speak...... He's just retaining his strength. ”

Yang Fan was also amazed, remembering that when the "evil shadow" appeared to protect himself before, Wushuang reached out and held the sword behind his back.

Just imagine, when the sword is drawn, the strength of the peerless is more than doubled, how powerful will it be?

At this time, Yang Fan suddenly regretted agreeing to the agreement with Wushuang.

However, benefits are often linked to gains, and Wushuang has already aimed at Yang Fan's challenge goal, as long as he stays in Kyoto, even if he wants to, he can't dodge.

"I'm wondering why Wushuang doesn't draw his sword...... Maybe he didn't bother to draw his sword at all!"

Yu Wenyan's injuries were recovering rapidly, but his divine light was gradually dimming.

Yang Fan's heart moved, he was treating Yu Wenyan's injuries, and when the other party lost the idea of defeating Wushuang and the last glimmer of hope, he seemed to have lost something in his body.

When that belief was lost, it seemed as if he could no longer move up to a higher level.

Seeing such a scene, Yang Fan's heart was awe-struck, and at the same time, he was also full of regret.

"In fact, the prince doesn't need to be so lost, Wushuang is not an ordinary person, and even Yang still doubts his life experience......"

Yang Fan comforted, and he suddenly recalled a conversation between Wushuang and himself:

"Are you snatching ......" Yang Fan lowered his voice: "Snatching away?"

"It's not. Wushuang shook his head: "Don't ask about this, I am sensible in my mother's womb, which can only prove that I am a genius!"

"What do you mean by that?" Yan Wang Yu's eyes flashed.

(To be continued)