The System Takes Me to Practice

At the end of the match, Dai Yangyu smiled. This was the first time he had laughed so happily in history.

"Everyone, it's an honor for everyone to come and watch this election for the crown prince."

"Now I declare that the third prince Dai Yangyu will become the prince."

After Mu Huang Dai Zhesheng finished speaking, he sat back in the dragon chair again.

"Yay!"

The seven princesses, ten princesses, and eighteenth princes all showed relief.

Dai Zhesheng: "Yang Yu."

"Father."

Dai Yangyu quickly got up and arched his hands.

"From now on you will be the prince of Muyuan Country. You need to lead by example and don't let me down. As long as you don't commit a big mistake, I won't invalidate you."

"Thank you, Father!"

"The contest is over, it's all over."

Dai Zhesheng said to everyone in the audience.

"Send your majesty."

Dai Zhesheng returned to the inner courtyard of the imperial palace in the eyes of everyone. When he left, his eyes were still on Yang Fan.

At this point, the position of the prince has been settled, and the news came quickly at the same speed as the wind.

"What? The third prince Dai Yangyu actually won the crown prince."

"It's a monk named Yang Fan who has exploded his strength and beat more than a dozen strong men who have passed the catastrophe period?"

"What? That Yang Fan actually has a Mahayana cultivation base?"

"Why? There are so many people behind Dai Yangrong, the second prince, why didn't the Mahayana powerhouse stand for him?"

"Are you stupid? The rules of martial arts have been stated very clearly. Only the strong below the Mahayana stage can compete. And, do you think there are many strong ones in the Mahayana stage?"

At night, Dai Yangyu's mansion, because the Prince's East Palace was not ready in the imperial palace, Dai Yangyu temporarily lived in the original mansion.

In the mansion, Dai Yangyu welcomed Yang Fan warmly, and all the monks who had chosen to join Dai Yangyu were sitting at the same table.

"Brother Yang, here, this prince wants to toast you a glass of wine first, I will do it first."

Dai Yangyu picked up the wine glass and drank it in one fell swoop.

"Good wine!"

Dai Yangyu picked up a wine bottle made of transparent glass, with three words written on it.

Moutai.

"Brother Yang, your wine is really strong."

An old man on the table said, and then raised the wine glass carefully, but accidentally spilled some. As a result, the old man lay on the table and absorbed all the spilled glass.

Everyone laughed.

The mansion was full of excitement.

"His Royal Highness is serious. This is also the destiny of God that you met me, and it is also destined that I will help you win the position of prince."

Yang Fan picked up a peanut, threw it up, caught it with his mouth open, and looked satisfied.

"No! Thanks to Brother Yang. I promised you earlier that as long as you help me win the crown prince, you can ask for anything, as long as I can do it."

Being able to **** the position of prince from Dai Yangrong, Dai Yangyu is still in a daze.

"His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness, Huangmen Minister is here."

At this moment, the guard's shout came from outside the door.

The others were silent.

"I have seen His Royal Highness."

A middle-aged man in brown came in.

"It turned out to be Xu Shilang. I don't know if it's so late, what's the matter with this prince?"

As the celebrity around Dai Zhesheng, even the prince Dai Yangyu did not dare to offend him.

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty has a decree and ordered Yang Fan to enter the palace."

"Emperor father wants Brother Yang? Why is this?"

"His Royal Highness, the emperor's mind, I dare not guess randomly, so..."

Xu Shilang deliberately did not finish.

"Brother Yang, my father wants to see you, I'm sorry for you."

Could it be that you exposed yourself?

Yang Fan thought in his heart.

"Well, I'll come as soon as I go."

After half an hour.

The inner courtyard of the palace.

"Your Majesty, Yang Fan has brought it here."

"Let him in."

Inside the room, Dai Zhesheng's majestic voice came.

Yang Fan walked into the house.

The house is not big, and there is a big table opposite the door. It is covered with a bright yellow cloth embroidered with five-claw golden dragons, which is very beautiful.

Behind the table is the wooden emperor Dai Zhesheng.

When Yang Fan walked in, Xu Shilang closed the door.

Inside, Dai Zhesheng was reading a book, but Yang Fan didn't read the title clearly.

"sit down."

Dai Zhesheng stretched out his hand to gesture.

Yang Fan was not polite, pulling a chair and sitting down, not minding that this was rude to Dai Zhesheng.

"you are interesting."

Dai Zhesheng didn't care about Yang Fan's rude behavior.

"I think you are the interesting person."

Yang Fan opened a can of soda and started drinking.

"Oh? How to say?"

Dai Zhesheng was curious and put down the book.

"Knowing that I would guess what you meant by calling me, but you still want people to call me, you are not afraid that I will run?"

"Run? I really want to catch you, do you think you ran away?"

"Do you really think you can get stuck?"

Yang Fan asked back.

Suddenly, the house was silent.

"Haha. Sure enough, it's a hero, Yang Fan, you are very good."

"Say it quickly, you are looking for me at this late hour."

Yang Fan remained unmoved and said indifferently.

When Yang Fan said so, Dai Zhesheng suddenly became deep.

"I want a complete ascension pill."

Snapped!

Yang Fan inadvertently squeezed the can with his left hand, and the can was deformed.

"It really is this."

"what can you give me?"

"You take whatever is in my treasure house."

When Dai Zhesheng heard that there was a play, he waved his hand and said.

"this one?"

Yang Fan showed a contemptuous expression.

"I can also give you a title, or even a prince."

"Do you think I am a core disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, and I am rare to be a prince in your Muyuan Country? You know, I am an imperial pharmacist."

"What product?"

Dai Zhesheng thought he had heard it wrong.

"Emperor Pin Alchemist!"

"Are you a Emperor Pin Alchemist?"

Dai Zhesheng had a strange face.

"Mu Huang, you have to know that even if you are given the elixir of rising elixir, it is difficult for even a nine-tier pharmacist to refine the elixir of elevating pill, except for me, an imperial pharmacist.

"You are only less than five hundred years old, how could you be an Emperor Pin Apothecary? If it weren't for the badge issued by the Apothecary Union, I wouldn't even believe you are an Eighth Stage Apothecary."

Dai Zhesheng snorted coldly.

"Don't believe it?"

Yang Fan muttered.

After all, Yang Fan waved his hand, and some medicinal materials for refining the nine-tier pill appeared on the ground.

"Yo."

Dai Zhesheng guessed what Yang Fan wanted to do and didn't stop it.

After half an hour.

Whoosh!

A pill shot towards Dai Zhesheng, and Dai Zhesheng easily caught it.

With just a glance, Dai Zhesheng's heart trembled, and his pupils were the size of needles.

"A peculiar nine-pin pill."

Looking at the golden pill in his hand, Dai Zhesheng was shocked, and at the same time quickly stuffed the pill into the jade bottle.

"I accepted this pill."

Dai Zhesheng quickly put away the pill, fearing that Yang Fan would take it back.

"You, an emperor, are so stingy."

Yang Fan's voice was not loud, but Dai Zhesheng could just hear him, and his face instantly blushed.