The System Takes Me to Practice

"Yang Fan?"

Dai Zhesheng looked at the detailed information about Yang Fan in the newspaper.

"God helped me too."

Whoosh whoosh!

Impatient, Yi Shengrong broke out with all his strength, and passed through Yang Fan back and forth. Scorpion monsters and spider monsters continued to attack Yang Fan.

Snapped!

Just when Yi Shengrong was about to use another attack, a big hand grabbed his wrist.

It's now.

The scorpion monster appeared behind Yang Fan out of thin air, and the huge pliers caught it!

Puff!

With blood splashing, Yi Shengrong was actually torn apart by his own shadow, and the internal organs in his stomach fell to the ground.

A foul smell came.

Even Yang Fan couldn't help frowning.

Someone vomited again off the court.

The scorpion monster's face was dumbfounded.

Yang Fan took advantage of the momentum to flash behind the Scorpion Monster, with the palm of his right hand facing upwards, the spiral shuriken appeared, and it had become several meters in size in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh!

In the next second, the spiral shuriken hit directly on the body of the scorpion monster.

Squeak!

The huge blue sphere encloses the scorpion monster, and uses countless wind blades to rotate and cut at any angle. This is an attack involving a molecular level. If this is a living body with a physical body, then its physical body will be cut into molecular-level sizes.

There was a harsh cutting sound inside the blue sphere, which made people frightened.

"Did you make it?"

The seventh princess Dai Yueyi clasped her hands tightly and looked around Yang Fan.

In the end, the blue sphere disappeared, leaving a huge circular pit in place, without seeing the body of the scorpion monster.

At this moment, Yi Shengrong, whose stomach was broken not far away, had already bandaged the wound, his face suddenly changed, and blood was spit out from the first floor.

At the feet of Yi Shengrong, his shadow gathered again, but the discerning person had noticed that the returning shadow was only the upper body, and the shadow of the upper body had faded from the original black to medium gray.

"That person's attack just now was so strong, I can feel that there is a lot of wind element true energy in it."

An elder of a power stared at Yang Fan and said solemnly.

"And looking at him, that kind of attack seems to be not the strongest for him."

Now some of the disciples next to the elder were in an uproar, and their cultivation level generally only had the Yuan Ying stage.

"Brother, it seems that Yang Fan is hiding something from us."

In the audience, next to Dai Yangyu, the 18th prince Dai Yangxu said in Dai Yangyu's ear.

"I investigated him, his origin is very mysterious, and someone is preventing me from investigating him, so little information is collected."

Dai Yangxu was surprised.

"Could it be the father..."

"Shhh! Just know, don't say it."

Dai Yangyu made a silent motion.

In the competition arena, Yang Fan's figure flickered, killing the spider monster.

"not good!"

Yi Shengrong's face changed, his hands pinched the magic trick, the next moment, the spider monster turned into a shadow and returned to Yi Shengrong's feet.

A group of shadows returned, and only the shadow of the upper body was finally intact at this moment, but it was only a blind person who could clearly see the obvious color difference between the upper body and the lower body.

"Damn boy, you must die today!"

Yi Shengrong swallowed a pill and took out a weird jade from the storage ring.

"No chance."

Yang Fan no longer wanted to fight Yi Shengrong. The body arched slightly, and finally drank low.

"drink!!!"

The terrifying arrogance swept all around, and was firmly blocked by the powerful formations around the ring. Yang Fan's whole body was wrapped in a golden light curtain, and his blond hair was erected at a strange angle that violated science, as if he had used gel water.

"What's the matter? Why is that person glowing all over?"

"It's so scary."

Dai Yangrong's mouth was wide open, and he actually felt a little frightened during the fit period.

"In the middle of the robbery!"

The third prince Dai Yangyu showed a shocked expression.

"A strong man who is less than five hundred years old during the tribulation period! You should not spare any effort to make good friends."

Dai Yangyu thought in his heart.

"In the middle of the robbery!"

Yi Shengrong's old face couldn't believe it.

Huh!

Yang Fan disappeared instantly, appeared directly behind Yi Shengrong, and grabbed his neck.

"So fast, the speed has increased by at least five times!"

The powerhouse during the Tribulation Period was able to gain a first glimpse into the space, so when Yang Fan used the Flying Thunder God to come directly behind Yi Shengrong, he immediately noticed it.

"Do you think the same method will work for me?"

Not to be outdone, Yi Shengrong burned half of his essence and blood, and his strength increased sharply. He avoided Yang Fan's sneak attack on his side. Instead, he shot, pointing out, and shooting Yang Fan with mysterious power.

In my imagination, the scene where Yang Fan was penetrated did not appear. Yi Shengrong had already expected this phenomenon. With a big wave of his hand, another covert attack swept Yang Fan.

however......

Puff!

A delicate arm passed through Yi Shengrong's heart.

Huh!

Dai Yangrong got up directly, and the seat behind him was brought down because he got up too quickly.

"how is this possible!"

Dai Yangrong's face was gloomy. A member of the Shadow Family was about to die on the court. Suddenly, Dai Yangrong didn't know what to ask to explain to the Shadow Family.

Although Dai Yang Ronggui is the prince of Muyuan Country, the Shadow Family is not easy to find him on the face.

"amount!"

Yi Shengrong lowered his head, then slowly looked back.

"When did you come behind me."

Yi Shengrong coughed, blood kept coughing out, and his vitality was rapidly losing.

"Your shadow!"

Yang Fan said indifferently.

When Yi Shengrong heard this, he glanced at his shadow subconsciously, and then showed a clear look.

Then, his eyes closed, his body rumbling down, completely dead.

Then, Yang Fan's lower body walked out of the shadow of the dead Yi Shengrong, and the pot was completely fried off the court.

"Third brother, I don't quite understand, where did Yang Fan come from?"

The ten princess Dai Xuantong was puzzled.

"Look at Yang Fan's feet carefully."

When the three heard this, they turned their heads and saw that Yang Fan's lower body was slowly recovering from black.

"It is similar to the secret technique of burning essence and blood and temporarily increasing the cultivation base. I don't know if there are any side effects."

Dai Zhesheng tilted his head, propped it with his hands, thinking in his heart.

"There are four more!"

Yang Fan glanced around, nine people besieged four people, averaging two to one, but at a glance, they were all at a disadvantage.

"Then, let's start with you!"

Yang Fan came to the four prince Dai Feichi, a female monk. Her opponent was a middle-aged man. She had a stick in her hand. The stick was made of metal and was an eight-star magic weapon.

"Boom!"

The strength of the middle-aged man was slightly weaker than that of Yi Shengrong.

The female monk wearing black tights was not noticed for a while, and was knocked into the air by a stick, her internal organs turned over, and she felt sick.

At this time, Yang Fan appeared and caught the female monk. The warm body temperature made Yang Fan's cold hands feel a touch of warmth, as well as a fragrance unique to women.