In just a short moment, Yang Fan collected thousands of experience points, which was almost equivalent to Yang Ling's more than a year of hard training, or even better.

"Hey, what is this?" Suddenly, Yang Fan seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

next moment……

Yang Fan spread out his right palm, and in an instant, five ancient bronze runes came into his sight.

These five runes are engraved on the bronze hilt, bronze shield, bronze pistol, bronze sword and bronze spear respectively. They are all different, and vaguely combine to form a mysterious formation pattern, appearing and disappearing.

"Could this be a talisman left behind by some powerful person?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up and he muttered to himself.

In the history of martial arts, there have been many strong men who died in the wilderness. These strong men left behind many treasures and secret manuals, and even some powerful magical skills. Countless martial artists went crazy for them.

However, those things have long been lost in the long river of history. Even if they were fortunate enough to be passed down, they are so dilapidated that only a very small part remains.

The expressions of Lu Yuanshan and others also froze.

He believed Yang Fan's words without a doubt. In the world of martial arts, there were endless adventures, especially in the remains of powerful men, which were often accompanied by many opportunities.

It is very likely that a warrior really died here.

…………

"Hmm? Did I really find a treasure?" Yang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"System kid, is this a warrior's inheritance?"

"Not sure... But the host can try to search..."

“Search…Search…Search…”

After three attempts, the system still didn't respond.

"Fuck, are you kidding me?"

"Host, it's not a system failure, but these five runes have surpassed the scope of the Martial Saint's secret technique. They can only be queried using special means..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan's face suddenly turned dark. It was indeed a system, and it actually had limitations. If it weren't for his sudden increase in strength, Yang Fan would have smashed it.

Forget it, let’s not worry about that for now. The most urgent thing is to continue hunting ferocious beasts to gain experience.

next moment……

Yang Fan's body shook and turned into a ball of golden light, like a golden-winged Roc soaring into the sky, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

……

"Yang Fan...he actually ran away..."

"This...this...how is this possible?"

……

There was an uproar in the martial arts arena.

Many young disciples were in disbelief. This was the finals, and Yang Fan had given up like that...

Lu Yuan looked relieved about this. In his opinion, the reason why Yang Fan chose to leave.

It was simply out of fear. Facing Yang Yunfeng, a half-step Martial Lord warrior, no matter how powerful Yang Fan was, he would be no match for him.

…………

Lingwu Lake.

Yang Fan flew all the way and soon arrived at the edge of the lake.

next moment……

"Hey~~~"

A small boat cut through the void and sailed directly into Lingwu Lake.

"Huchi... Huchi... Huchi..."

A tall figure came towards them, paddling on a wooden paddle. It was Yang Fan.

Under Yang Fan's feet, there was a small boat the size of a palm, which was probably a fishing boat or something else.

"Alas! This fishing boat is too small. It can't bear the majesty of this young master."

Yang Fan's mind turned and he changed his mind instantly. His weight was dozens of times that of an ordinary person.

Once you step into the sea, the slightest wave may overturn the fishing boat. It is simply a pipe dream to want to cross the river so easily.

But at this moment... suddenly, a loud shout exploded from the lake, "Yang Fan, you little bastard, prepare to die!!!"

"Boom~~~"

A scorching sun rose from the water, and the blazing sun light evaporated. In an instant, it drove away the thick, gloomy and ghostly aura within a radius of hundreds of miles, making people feel as if basking in the spring sunshine, warm and indescribably comfortable.

next moment……

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~"

Terrifying beams of fire tore through the void, like comets sweeping the moon, and shot towards Yang Fan.

The densely packed flame pillars contained terrifying energy fluctuations, the lowest of which had reached the strength of an eighth-grade Yuanmai realm martial artist. The best among them could even compete with a ninth-grade Yuanmai realm martial artist.

"Boom~~"

The endless sun-like light filled the entire sky, as if it was going to burn the world down.

"Yang Fan, I will kill you, little thief, today to avenge my father and my people."

"Boom~~~"

The endless rain of fire instantly enveloped Yang Fan.

In an instant, countless Yang Yan lights from all directions merged to form terrifying Yang Yan dragons, roaring ferociously, baring fangs and claws, and coming towards Yang Fan with destructive pressure, wanting to burn Yang Fan to ashes.

……

"You're looking for death! You are just a bunch of chickens and dogs, and you dare to kill me!!!"

"Get out of here!"

There was a roar, and the terrifying sound waves were like thunder piercing the ears, like the roar of a devil.

next moment……

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

In all directions, endless fire snakes shattered into pieces and were crushed into pieces by Yang Fan's terrifying sound waves.

"Ah, this... what kind of monster is this? How can he be so terrifying?" The warriors watching the fight were all terrified, with fear on their faces. This momentum was too terrifying, almost like a full-strength attack from a strong man.

"not good!"

Yang Hongye, the ancestor of the Yang family, had his eyes bulged out, his face was horrified, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. "Go! Go!"

Although they didn't understand what was happening, this was definitely not something that youngsters like them could get involved in. If they were not careful, they would be wiped out.

"Ah, run! run! run!"

"Run away!!!"

"Save me, Yang Family Patriarch, please save me..."

…………

In an instant, the huge martial arts arena was thrown into chaos. Countless martial artists panicked and ran out of the arena.

"Pfft!"

One after another, the fire pythons tore through the sky and strangled the fleeing warriors into pieces.

After one stick of incense.

In the huge training ground, there was no one else to be seen except Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stood by the lake.

A trace of fear flashed through his heart, and he looked at Yang Hongye with a hint of resentment, "Grandfather, why didn't you tell me earlier that your grandson is so fierce."

This was nothing like what happened just now, it was simply a massacre.

If this was a ferocious beast, with my small arms and legs, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to hold on for a few breaths and would be bitten to death.

"Ahem...Xiao Fan, don't blame the old ancestor. This is all the result of your own practice."

……

Lu Yuan smiled bitterly and explained.

"Practice, can you be so awesome just by practicing?" Yang Fan was speechless. Is this even possible?
"Haha... Xiaofan, now you know how powerful it is, right? This is just the beginning. If you don't seize the time and practice more advanced martial arts, by that time, you won't even have anywhere to cry." (End of this chapter)

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