South China Martial Arts School, Grade 3, Class 29.
When Yang Fan leisurely walked into the classroom from the outside, he happened to see An Sheng teaching a few male classmates in the class.
Several mental stimulations caused several students to scream and make the whole class noisy.
With just one glance, Yang Fan guessed what was going on.
Because behind the last row where he and An Sheng were, a temporary desk was added today, and the person sitting in front of the desk was Mu Qianqian.
Mu Qianqian has a pure and sweet appearance, with fair and translucent skin. When she smiles, the dimples on both sides can hold two ounces of wine. She is many times prettier than Hua Yue, the most beautiful classmate in the class.
Such a pure and lovely beauty suddenly appeared in the class. The few boys in the class were so stunned that they came over to strike up a conversation and get close to her. It was perfectly normal.
"This guy An Sheng, he says he doesn't care, but he doesn't really feel good in his heart? He's hypocritical!"
Yang Fan glanced disdainfully at An Sheng, who was protecting the food, and walked straight to the back row.
Walking closer, Yang Fan gently waved his hand, releasing the imprisonment and mental interference on several people, and then glared at An Sheng: "You are already a sixth-level spiritual master, but you still have the nerve to bully your classmates who are under martial arts masters, and use your strength to bully the weak. , are you conscious?"
An Sheng smiled.
Not to mention, bullying the weak is really interesting and feels very satisfying.
He has wanted to teach these little bastards a lesson for a long time, and today he finally got the chance. Why not bully them enough
Xu Le and Song Zian, who were rescued by Yang Fan, heard the conversation between Yang Fan and An Sheng, and their faces looked like they had seen a ghost.
WTF
An Sheng, this damn fat guy, is already a level six mentalist? !
What the hell.
No wonder they always feel frustrated when facing An Sheng. No wonder Principal Chen agreed to let An Sheng represent the South China Martial Arts School in the garrison competition.
After arguing for a long time, it turned out that this fat guy was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and he was just as hateful as Yang Fan before.
You're such a dick, you should have told me earlier. If I had known you were a level 6 spiritual master, I would have been such a fool to come here and steal girls from you!
Several people's eyes turned to Yang Fan again. Yang Fan didn't seem to have changed much, but the aura on his body became more and more dusty and elegant. He could no longer sense it at all.
However, looking at how easily Yang Fan had rescued them from An Sheng's hands just now, with his casual demeanor, anyone could tell that his strength must be above An Sheng's.
"Even An Sheng, the damn fat guy, is already a level six mentalist. Wouldn't Yang Fan, a guy who hides deeper, be even more powerful?"
Originally, they were a little unconvinced when they heard Yang Fan deliberately belittling them. Now, one by one, they all tucked their tails between their legs, timidly said hello and thanked Yang Fan, and then carefully slipped back to their own homes. Seat, not even daring to look back.
At this time, Mu Qianqian stood up gently and respectfully stepped forward to greet Yang Fan: "I've met the master!"
Yang Fan nodded lightly and casually set up a mental barrier to prevent the conversation between them from being heard by classmates outside.
After taking a deep look at Mu Qianqian, Yang Fan asked quietly: "Why are you here too? You just made a breakthrough last night. Don't you need to wait and consolidate your cultivation?"
Mu Qianqian was stunned. She didn't know how Yang Fan could tell. She was already a spiritual master now, and her cultivation was a level higher than that of Yang Fan. Logically speaking, after she deliberately hid her cultivation In the case of fluctuations, Yang Fan should not be able to see it.
Aunt Qing was indeed right. Yang Fan, the little master, did have a big secret.
"People know that they can't hide it from the master." Mu Qianqian said sheepishly: "Last night I took the elixir given by the master, and some training resources given by the clan leader when I came out, so I accidentally broke through. It’s over.”
Accidentally
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched. Isn't this a word he often used when showing off in front of others? He didn't expect that he would be pretended to by his disciple today.
"Accidental is a good word to use." Yang Fan nodded in agreement: "After all, I was often this careless before as a teacher, and I couldn't prevent it even if I wanted to."
"Well?"
Mu Qianqian opened her mouth in confusion. For a moment, she didn't even think about it. Why was she careless? What should she be careful about
But soon, Mu Qianqian turned around and looked at Yang Fan speechlessly, feeling that his own moral standards were far behind Yang Fan's.
The master is worthy of being a master, even if he is just pretending, he can do it so well that it leaves people speechless.
Mu Qianqian was completely convinced.
What could she do if she encountered such a shameless master? She was helpless.
An Sheng was already used to Yang Fan's shamelessness and was used to being hit by Yang Fan, so he didn't feel anything special.
His attention was now focused on what Yang Fan just said about his breakthrough last night.
What's the breakthrough
If he remembered correctly, when Bai was in Dai Xing City yesterday, Mu Qianqian had just been promoted to the ninth level of spiritual master.
If he breaks through now, wouldn't he become a spiritual master
How can this be
Even if she takes the three seventh-level soul refining pills given to her by Yang Fan, it shouldn't be enough to support him to directly reach the peak state of a ninth-level spiritual master and make a breakthrough, right
An Sheng couldn't accept it, and felt that the gap between him and Mu Qianqian seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
"Qianqian, are you a spiritual master now?"
An Sheng finally couldn't help but asked directly. When Mu Qianqian heard the words, she turned to him and smiled sweetly: "Yes, Brother An Sheng, I am now a spiritual master, very powerful!"
Mu Qianqian smiled proudly and made an encouraging gesture towards An Sheng: "Brother An Sheng, please work hard and strive to be promoted to a spiritual master as soon as possible, so that we can stay with the master and continue to practice together! "
An Sheng smiled bitterly and nodded. He wanted to work harder, but could a spiritual master break through just by shouting a few slogans
"Master~! Your family also wants to make progress and break through to the realm of spiritual masters as soon as possible!"
An Sheng suddenly pinched his orchid finger and leaned towards Yang Fan with a flattering look on his face. The sound of "Master" made Yang Fan feel a little sick, and he couldn't help but give the fat man a mental stab.
"Wow! Are you serious!"
An Sheng was in pain, shook his head, and couldn't help but glared at Yang Fan: "I call you master with good intentions, but you are so cruel to me? I am the chief, the chief of the Demon Slayer Sect, but now I am only a sixth-level spiritual master. , if I say this, I won’t be the only one who will be embarrassed!”
Yang Fan curled his lips: "I have already given you the opportunity. If you don't work hard, who can you blame?"
"Why don't I work hard?" An Sheng looked aggrieved and raised his hand to pat his chubby belly: "Now I keep practicing whenever I have free time. During this period of time, in order to practice, I don't even have time to eat. I didn’t even have time to drink water, and now my belly has lost a lot of weight!”
Yang Fan directly asked: "Then tell me, how many hours did you practice last night? It should be less than three hours, right?"
An Sheng's heart trembled. Why did Yang Fan keep talking for three hours? Was it a coincidence or was this girl spying on him last night
"Off... almost. Three hours is not too short, right?"
An Sheng felt guilty and did not dare to quibble and make false claims.
"Is three hours a lot? There are twelve hours in a night, but you only spent three hours practicing, and wasted nearly nine hours. How dare you say you worked hard like this?!"
Yang Fan hates the fact that iron cannot become steel, and looks like Zhou Bapi who caught his day job and was too lazy to work.
Among all the disciples, Ansheng's sect has the highest centripetal power and the most experience in spiritual cultivation.
But last night, all the disciples practiced almost all night, and they didn't stop until dawn. Only An Sheng, the brat, only practiced for three hours, causing Yang Fan to lose hundreds of points of energy. Strength training experience.
So angry.
Trumpets must have the awareness of trumpets, and this trend of laziness and not working must not be encouraged.
You are already a sixth-level spiritual master. Is there any need to sleep at night? If you don't practice all night and don't work hard to improve your cultivation, you are simply committing a crime, right
"Now you know you are anxious, don't you think it's a little late?" Yang Fan raised his finger and pointed at Mu Qianqian, and said: "Ask Qianqian, how many hours did he practice every day before? You can still go there again Ask cousin Wang Zhe how many hours does he practice every day?"
"Do you think other people's success just falls from the sky? Even those who are extremely talented, have no resources, and don't know how to work hard can never really get ahead!"
An Sheng couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Mu Qianqian, who whispered: "Since I was three years old, I have never slept at night. I have always practiced cultivation instead of sleeping."
"Most of the heirs of our Mu family are like this. Why, brother Ansheng is not the same?"
Mu Qianqian's rhetorical question made Ansheng feel ashamed and disheartened.
What the hell.
It turns out that it’s not that he’s not talented enough or doesn’t work hard enough, it’s that those guys who are more talented than him actually work harder than him every day. How can this happen? When will he catch up
When Yang Fan heard Mu Qianqian's answer, he couldn't help but look sideways and almost blurted out "Fuck!"
Do you want to work so hard and not let a three-year-old child sleep? Does it still have any humanity at all
Fortunately, he and Yang Guo were not born into those wealthy families, otherwise they would all be depressed.
"Ahem!" Yang Fan coughed lightly and continued to lecture An Sheng: "Did you hear that, even a young prodigy like Qian Qian works so hard, so what reason do you have to practice for only three hours every night?"
"Don't say that my brother won't give you a chance. If you want to quickly advance to the realm of spiritual master, you must practice for no less than ten hours every night. Otherwise, you will have to wait to go to Mu's house to become a door-to-door son-in-law. Bar!"
An Sheng's body trembled, and then he put on a posture of gritting his teeth and working hard, and assured Yang Fan loudly: "Don't worry, master, it's just a spiritual master, isn't it just ten hours? At worst, I will... Never sleep again! Who is afraid of whom?!"
An Sheng patted his chest and made a sound.
"Remember what you said, I will supervise and investigate from time to time. If I find that you dare to be lazy, you know the consequences!"
Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction.
That's right.
I have a great youth, why should I sleep at night? It is the right way to go all out to gain his cultivation experience!
(End of chapter)