The System Takes Me to Practice

After leaving the room, Yang Fan walked towards his dormitory. After all, the smell and tatters of the whole body are personally unbearable, let alone to see those high-level staff afterwards.

At this time, in the meeting hall of the high-level Shenjianmen, Jian Yi meditated on the spot, Jian's brows and eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

At this moment, a deep knock on the door came.

"What's the matter?" Jian Yi said lightly.

"Head, the following disciples are here to report that Brother Sun Wukong has left the customs and is now in his dormitory."

A handyman disciple is now at the door. Although he hasn't seen Jian Yi, his body is bent at ninety degrees, his respectful color is silent.

"Hmm. Let him come here when he is busy."

"Yes."

The handyman disciple bent down and backed slowly, as cautiously as he saw the emperor's **** in the palace compound, and even backed up a few steps before daring to turn around.

At the same time, Yang Fan washed, and then walked out of the room. The handyman disciple came to Yang Fan, and he explained the sword. Yang Fan nodded and followed the handyman disciple to the hall.

"Master Nephew, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Master, how much do you know about the top powers of the entire Five Source Continent?"

Jian Yi poured a cup of tea and motioned to Yang Fan to sit down and talk.

"The most powerful are Dao Sect and Buddhism. I heard that the power in Wuyuan Continent is only their representative sent by Xianyu. The gossip says that in Xianyu, Buddhism and Taoism are also terrifying. It is Tiangongyuan, the power second only to these two sects should not be underestimated."

Yang Fan thought for a moment, but he was a little puzzled about Jian Yi's sudden emergence.

"That's true. There are five local forces in the five big countries that can use their foundations to fight with these three forces. In addition, besides that, our Sword Sect is indeed much weaker than them, but they want If you want to move forces like us, you can't afford it without paying a price."

Jian Yi picked up the teacup, took a breath and took a sip.

"Why is this?"

"Because if they want to move us, other forces will not ignore it. They think that they will move their whole body when they move, and they fear that they will encounter this difficulty in the future. After all, we, the top ten forces at the bottom of the ranking, unite, and they also Take care of one or two."

"So that's the case. So, what does this have to do with what you said next, Master Nephew?"

"It's true that the ranking of powers once in a hundred years is about to begin, and the ranking of powers involves a secret world."

"That secret realm must be clear to you. It is only opened once in a hundred years. It is a place of exile. There are a lot of resources in it. The higher the ranking, the more disciples the power can enter. Do you understand?"

Yang Fan nodded.

"But am I not an elder now? How can I enter without being a disciple?"

"Haha..." A familiar voice came from the depths of the hall. After a few seconds, a figure walked in front of Yang Fan.

"Junior Brother, how difficult is this? Now that you are an elder, no one other than us knows about it, and the external ones are just core disciples, so don't worry."

"Why is my brother so sure that I have the ability to lead the inner disciples to achieve good results?"

"Junior brother, I can see that people's vision is not wrong, but I want to know your real strength in detail, so let the boss test it."

"Who is it?" Yang Fan was curious.

"It's me, Uncle Master."

At this moment, ten figures arrived one after another, and it was the Great Elder Xing Jianfei who spoke.

"Dididi..." The sound of the combat power detector sounded.

"57000."

"There is such a high value, it should be in the late stage of the fit."

"Uncle Shi, can you dare to fight?" The great elder Xie Jian flew and arched his hands, seemingly forcing Yang Fan to agree.

"Why don't you dare, but is this competition open?"

Yang Fan's illocutionary meaning reveals whether Yang Fan's strength as a core disciple to the outside world has a fit period of cultivation.

"No, this kind of thing doesn't need to be spread out, and the strength level test is required before the power ranking competition. Only those who are below the fit period can participate."

"Damn, doesn't it mean that I am invincible in it?"

Thinking of this, Yang Fan felt happy. Thinking that we must hollow out resources inside.

Without much chatting, everyone came to a martial arts arena and drove away the disciples. Xing Jianfei stood on the arena with a pleasant face, calm and calm, as if to say that he didn't have half the strength of Yang Fan.

"Master, what do you think of the strength of Uncle Master?" Jian Yi watched Yang Fan unresponsive to the breath released by Xian Jianfei, and he was a little worried about this ranking match.

"The boss is in the late stage of the fit. According to the strength shown by the previous junior and younger brothers, it is not difficult to protect yourself in the middle of the fit. If the boss only uses half of his strength, it will not be a problem to insist on a hundred rounds."

"Master, I don't see it. Jian Fei is somewhat dissatisfied with Master Uncle, not just him, my other nine disciples are somewhat dissatisfied with me, too."

At this moment, Yang Fanting was standing on the martial arts stage, and he was not at all nervous about fighting against the strong in the late stage of the match. If there were not people watching, I am afraid he would take out a cigarette and light it.

"Uncle Shi, offended."

As soon as the voice fell, the great elder Xun Jianfei grabbed his right hand forward, and a great hand condensed in the sky, grabbing towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was not in a hurry, clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched the huge palm fiercely. A fist larger than Qingtian's palm hit the palm, and the palm instantly turned into powder and disappeared. The huge fist was unabated, and flew towards Xie Jian again.

"Oh?" Xun Jianfei was a little surprised on the surface, but he was shocked in his heart. There was no other reason, because the blow just now contained half of his strength.

A person in the middle stage of Void Refining can easily take a half-strength blow of the strong person in the later stage of the fit, which is enough to prove that this person is talented.

"Not bad." Jian Shisan stroked his beard and laughed.

The great elder Xun Jianfei did not rush, mobilizing the true vitality in his body, converging on the index finger, pinching the tactics with his left hand, a sword intent merged with the true vitality, and gathered into a golden light on the index finger.

"Huh!" Jin Guang broke open his fist easily and shot towards Yang Fan.

"Dou Zhuan Xing Yi."

Yang Fan waved his hands quickly. Just when Jin Guang was about to hit him, Jin Guang was attracted by an invisible force, turned a corner, and flew towards the Great Elder Xun Jian.

"what?!!"

Xun Jianfei was surprised, Jin Guang had already arrived in front of him, and now it was impossible to avoid it. Helpless, Xun Jianfei could only temporarily release a light curtain to block it.

"Boom." The light curtain shattered like glass, making a crisp sound.

"Puff!" The golden light was still very powerful in breaking the light curtain, piercing Xing Jianfei's right shoulder, and red blood flowed out of the big hole in his thumb.

"Hi..." Everyone took a breath.

"It's a bit interesting. It can also increase the power when rebounding. The boss is a little underestimated. But this kind of attack is a bit weird, and most people don't expect the rebound attack to increase a lot."

Jian Shisan was very satisfied with Yang Fan's performance, and didn't care about the injured Xun Jianfei.