Destined Martial Lord

Although Ye Fan disliked asking for bribes, he was too lazy to bother with this fellow now that the examination was coming up. He immediately took out a bottle of Soul Concentrating Pills.

Just as Ye Fan was about to secretly hand the Soul Concentrating Pill over to this disciple, a figure hastily rushed over. His face was dark green, and it was none other than Fan Zhan Yang, who was violently beaten up by Ye Fan yesterday.

"Zhan Yang, why have you come so late?"

When this disciple saw Fan Zhan Yang, he immediately said with a face full of smiles.

"So it was Senior You who was on duty. I had a feeling this morning and suddenly entered a state of cultivation. I woke up a bit late."

Fan Zhan Yang said with a carefree expression and a chuckle.

"As expected of a genius. There's only twenty minutes before the examination officially begins. Hurry up and enter."

The disciple from the Mysterious Sky Sect, who was called Senior Brother You, nodded and said.

"This Senior Brother You, why can't I go in when he's late?"

Ye Fan couldn't help but become somewhat angry. It was one thing to accept this gift, but they were both examination disciples, but they actually treated them differently. This made him extremely unhappy.

"How can a trash with barely passable two subjects like you compare with a genius like Zhan Yang? He was an outstanding elite disciple in the first two rounds. If you were also outstanding, I would have definitely let you pass too. "

Senior You glanced at Ye Fan and coldly said.

Only now did Fan Zhan Yang notice that it was Ye Fan. His expression couldn't help but change, not knowing whether he should leave or stop.

"Oh? Is the result of the examination enough to determine whether my disciple is outstanding or not? "

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow and asked Senior You.

"Hehe, the assessment is the place that best reflects a person's strength. For example, this year's first place Long Yuan, second place Chen KaiTai, and the Zhan Yang in front of you, which one of them is not a dragon among men?" Yet, every year, who knows how many ordinary people like you will be chased out of my Profound Heaven Sect! "

Senior You said with a sneer.

"Fan Zhan Yang, are you really that outstanding?"

Ye Fan raised his head and asked Fan Zhan Yang.

"This …"

Fan Zhan Yang immediately felt his head hurt. If he could answer well, then wouldn't that be provoking Ye Fan? If he couldn't, then he would be slapping Senior You in the face.

He wasn't in a position to offend either side, so he instantly fell into a dilemma.

"Is there a need to ask such a question? Zhan Yang is naturally a thousand times stronger than you. For someone like you, he can beat you up with a single hand and make you crawl all over the ground! "

Senior You said this to Ye Fan with a trace of arrogance on his face.

"In that case, how about we make a bet?"

Ye Fan looked at Fan Zhan Yang and said. Fan Zhan Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

"What bet?"

Senior You asked, puzzled. He didn't understand why Ye Fan would make such a bet at a time like this.

"Let's bet on whether I can win against that elite disciple of yours. If I lose, these two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills will be yours. I'll leave immediately."

Two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills appeared in Ye Fan's hands, and he placed them in front of Senior You.

Senior Brother You's eyes couldn't help but light up. Two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills might not be a lot, but to an ordinary outer disciple like him, it was still a fortune.

Ordinary outer sect disciples could only get one bottle a month. The rest would have to be exchanged for with contribution points. However, there were too many things that required contribution points, and it was not easy to earn them.

"Alright, I'll bet!"

Senior You immediately agreed.

This time, it was Ye Fan's turn to be shocked. He hadn't even said what would happen if he won, but the other party had already agreed.

"I haven't said what if I win?"

Ye Fan said in a low voice.

"What?" You think you can win? Are you crazy? I think you just want to lose two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills to me! Alright, since you're so young, I won't bother with you anymore. Come in with Zhan Yang. "

Shixiong You stretched out his hand to grab the Soul Concentrating Pill in front of him.

"Wait!" "Wait for me to finish stating my terms."

Ye Fan directly took the Soul Concentrating Pill back and said to Senior You.

"Okay, tell me, I'm listening."

He was waiting for the Soul Concentrating Pills to cultivate, so he might be able to break through a small realm.

"If I win, I will still give you these two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills. You only need to shout three times and look down on me."

Ye Fan coldly smiled as he spoke.

"You actually dare to insult Senior Brother, you're courting death!"

Shixiong You couldn't help but be enraged, directly reaching out to touch the sword hanging on his waist.

"So you think you're going to lose? Didn't you just say that I am trash? "Fan Zhan Yang can beat me to a crawl with just one hand?"

Ye Fan didn't have the slightest intention of dodging. With his hands behind his back, he coldly laughed.

"Ugh …"

Shixiong You was suddenly at a loss for words, and his hand that had drawn his sword also stopped moving.

That's right, what's the rush? How could a piece of trash like this be a match for Fan Zhan Yang!

At the end of the day, this was just a method that the trash used to provoke him. He wanted him to let him go, but unfortunately, his plan was wrong!

"Alright, I'll bet!"

Senior Brother You nodded confidently, then looked at Fan Zhan Yang, giving him a look of encouragement.

Fan Zhan Yang was on the verge of tears.