Swish!

A figure fell from the air!

Everyone stared at the past and was stunned!

"It's the Holy Son of Wang Sheng!"

"Son of Wang Sheng...he lost!"

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

That is the third-ranked Holy Son in the Waste Garden!

The peak combat power can even match the Golden Pill's Great Success, but it actually... lost to a new disciple?!:

"yeah!"

"I won!"

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

"How is it, my vision is right?"

She blinked and couldn't help but look at the sky above the competition stage again.

Yang Fan's figure still stood tall in the void. Although his breath was a little stimulating, he was not seriously injured!

Instead, it made Yang Fan look more charming.

Countless female disciples showed admiring eyes: "Junior Brother Yang is so amazing!"

Even Han Mingyu couldn't help but think to himself: "If you can become a Taoist partner with a young talent like Junior Brother Yang, it might be great!"

"I didn't expect that this young man's swordsmanship was so powerful, but I underestimated him!"

Bai Xiaotian said seriously with a serious expression.

The strongest collision between Yang Fan and Wang Sheng just broke out, even Bai Xiaotian dared not say that he could withstand it completely.

But Yang Fan did it!

"I'm willing to accept the loss. I will go to the head of the hospital to explain the situation and withdraw from the Holy Land selection battle."

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

"This kid is much stronger than I thought."

"Especially with this sophisticated fighting consciousness, the disciples in the courtyard are much worse than him."

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

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

This is very amazing.

Because Yang Fan has just started!

"Young sister, you finally want to give up."

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

"I've seen three heads of the hospital!"

When the disciples around him saw the three of them, they hurriedly bowed.

"The battle here has ended. There is nothing good to watch anymore. Let's go back and continue practicing."

Yu Qingxia nodded and said.

Upon hearing this, the disciples stopped stopping.

Since we have seen the results, we are naturally satisfied and leave together.

As they left, the news that Yang Fan defeated the third saint of the Wilderness Courtyard will also spread.

This new disciple became famous in one battle!

"Little junior sister, I..."

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

"Oh, I'm so sleepy!"

"Brother Yang Fan, are you doing well? Yu'er is going to go to bed!"

However, before he finished speaking, Yan Wushuang began to act coquettishly under the stunned gaze of Yu Qingxia and the other two!

Damn it!

The little junior sister actually... is actually acting cute?

And he also cares about the new Yang Fan who calls him brother?

What's going on!

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan also saw Yu Qingxia and the other two, and quickly fell from the air and saluted respectfully:

"Disciple Yang Fan, I have met three heads of the courtyard."

Unexpectedly, his battle attracted all three of them!

"Little guy, I didn't expect you to actually join the Sword Academy. It really surprised me."

Yu Qingxia and the other two looked at each other with complicated eyes

Yang Fan looked at Yan Wushuang again:

"she……"

Yan Wushuang glared at them fiercely, as if warning.

If you dare to tell me my identity, don’t blame me for being polite!

The three men who originally wanted to expose Yan Wushuang all started to cough.

"she?"

"Yuyuan Head, are you talking about Xiaoyu?"

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

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

But what can a little girl of six or seven years old have problems?

"No... nothing!"

"I just think she's pretty cute."

When Yu Qingxia and the other two saw this scene, their eyelids began to twitch!

Isn't this an illusion?

Yang Fan actually... dared to hug their junior sister?

Looking at Yan Wushuang's simple appearance, what exactly does this little devil in the world want to do?

"Yeah?"

"Yes, actually, I think Xiaoyu is quite cute, and I have already seen her as my sister."

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

"Uh-huh!"

"And Xiaoyu is also very hungry and wants to eat something delicious!"

Yan Wushuang blinked her big eyes and said angrily.

But the more she did this, the more uncomfortable it would be for Yu Qingxia and the other two to feel!

"I'll go, my junior sister..."

Liu Yunjun and Huang Wuyan were stunned, wondering if something went wrong with the junior sister’s mind!

But before he finished speaking, a pair of cold eyes looked over, scaring Liu Yunjun and Huang Wuyan's scalp to numbness in an instant, and they quickly shut up!

They dare not offend this little devil!

The combat power of the Dacheng Sword Immortal is far beyond the benchmark Nascent Soul Great Success, and is close to the peak of the Nascent Soul!

If you get into trouble with your junior sister, this blow of pain will definitely be indispensable!

"The three heads of the academy, the disciples will leave first."

Yang Fan didn't notice this, and held Yan Wushuang and apologized to the three of them, then flew towards the sword in the direction of the sword courtyard.

"Boy!"

"This is your disciple order. Put it in place. Five days later, remember not to be late!"

At this time, the white-bearded elder blocked Yang Fan's way and threw a jade-like jade to Yang Fan, with Yang Fan's name clearly engraved on it.

"Thank you, elder."
To be continued...