The System Takes Me to Practice

Inside the Muyuan Country Palace.

"Your Majesty, the prince please see you."

An old **** spoke outside the door.

"Yangyu? What is he doing?"

Dai Zhesheng was curious, "Let him in."

"Yes."

Soon, Dai Yangyu was wearing the Prince's exclusive Minghuang Prince costume. There were nine golden pythons on the clothes, and each python had four toes on its paws.

This represents the prince’s status under one person and above ten thousand people.

"Father."

Wuyuan Continent was not happy to kneel and worship, so Dai Yangyu only bowed slightly to Dai Zhesheng.

"Prince, what's the matter when you come to me?"

In fact, in Dai Zhesheng's heart, Dai Yangyu was not the real prince's choice, the second prince Dai Yangrong was.

The main reason was his height, and most of the ministers in the central government chose Dai Yangrong's side.

In the future, if Dai Yangyu ascends to the throne and cannot subdue these ministers with his own charm, perhaps, Dai Yangrong may rebel and usurp the throne.

Dai Zhesheng understands Dai Yangrong's personality. He is absolutely unwilling to lose his position as a prince because of Yang Fan's reasons.

"Father. Yang Fan has already left."

Dai Yangyu secretly took aim at Dai Zhesheng.

"Got it."

"Father, he also left some things for his sons and ministers, and he also said that they were specially for you."

Hearing this, Dai Zhesheng had a pause, raised his head, his eyes deep.

Dai Yangyu didn't dare to look directly, and hurriedly passed it.

"Storage ring?"

Dai Zhesheng frowned, the artifact leaned into it, and then Dai Zhesheng's expression changed.

Dai Yangyu always pays attention to Dai Zhesheng's expression. At this moment, he has seen the changes in Dai Zhesheng's expression one by one.

"Go down."

Withdrawing his spiritual consciousness, Dai Zhesheng exhaled deeply and said.

"Children retired."

At this time, Jinyuan City, the capital of Jinyuan Country, thousands of miles away.

A figure stepped out of a large teleportation formation, dressed as a scholar, although not gorgeous, it was not bad. Holding a folding fan in his hand, the man is fresh and refined, his white clothes are like snow, his long body is upright, his appearance is beautiful and upright, and he has a detached temperament, which is unforgettable at first glance.

The handsome face attracted the attention of many passing female monks.

This person is Yang Fan, who is now dressed as Ning Caichen in a Chinese Ghost Story, and his face is also the appearance of Leslie Cheung.

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth raised, and he came to Jinyuan Country for the second time, turned and walked outside the city.

Half a quarter of an hour later, one hundred kilometers away from Jinyuan City, Yang Fan came to a small river and sat on a chair with a fishing rod in his hand. The float floated up and down on the water.

"It should be here soon."

Yang Fan took a sip of Coke and said to himself.

As early as when he was still in Muyuan Country, when he left Dai Yangyu's mansion, Yang Fan discovered that there was a person following him, and his strength was so strong, at least he had the strength of the early Mahayana, he was an old man.

Yang Fan's first reaction knew that this person must be a killer sent by the second prince Dai Yangrong. After all, if he had lost his position as a prince, he would not let him go.

Surrounded by green mountains and flowing water, birds and flowers, the river is so clear that even the fish can be seen clearly.

Suddenly, a cold wind came around, and Yang Fan instantly noticed the abnormality.

"coming."

Yang Fan didn't turn his head back, whispering in his mouth.

"You are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I may have to prepare dinner if I don't come again."

As soon as the voice fell, an old man in gray appeared out of thin air about fifty meters behind Yang Fan.

"Oh? You know I'm following you?"

The old man said with a surprised expression.

"You have been following me since I except the Prince's Mansion."

Yang Fan didn't care about the strength of the old man in the slightest, and did not slow down.

"Boy, I have to say that you are very courageous and don't want to run away, but stay and wait for me. In return, I will give you a good time."

The old man put his hands behind his back, and then he said, "Don't say that I didn't give you a chance, to explode your full strength, it is your secret technique."

The old man made a vow, as if he had already eaten Yang Fan.

Yang Fan: "In the early days of the Mahayana, I didn't expect you to do it yourself. I thought you would let you down."

"I am enough to deal with you."

"Super Saiyan 1, on!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Yang Fan instantly turned on the super game mode, and the golden flames enveloped him.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan came to the old man and punched out.

The old man can easily block it with just one hand.

"The young man is quite strong."

Boom boom boom!

Yang Fan shot out one after another, and his strength became stronger one after another. After blocking three times, the old man's figure retreated suddenly.

Just seeing his hands trembled slightly, uncontrollably shaking, the old man's face was ugly, and he didn't expect the face slap to come so quickly.

"Boy, look at you I underestimated you."

"Listen, my old man's name is..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Yang Fan attacked again.

"The name of the dying person, I am not interested in knowing."

After all, Yang Fan's feet slammed on the ground, and the ground instantly sank, and his whole body flew out like a cannonball, punching the old man's head with a punch.

Bang!

The old man did not dodge, he crossed his hands to block, and the whole person was beaten back.

"So strong!"

Yang Fan thought in his heart.

The blow just now was already Yang Fan's full strength, but it was only a few steps away from the old man.

"This kid, don't underestimate. It was just the first time to increase the strength secret technique. According to reliable sources, he has a second time to increase strength secret technique. Don't be careless."

The old man thought in his heart.

"Should I use Bamen Dunjia now? No, it is rare that there is a strong player with comparable strength. I can accumulate more combat experience."

Thinking of this, Yang Fan sacrificed his **** soul sword.

Upon seeing this, the old man also took out a weapon, a Fangtian painted halberd.

kill!

The two shot at the same time.

Cang!

The weapons collided, sparks flew everywhere, making a crisp sound.

In terms of grade, the old man's Fang Tian painted halberd is no less than Yang Fan's Bloody Soul Reaper.

The old man's combat experience is obviously richer than that of Yang Fan. He couldn't get a single blow, so he pulled back and took advantage of the length of the weapon to raise Fang Tian's painted halberd and smash it.

Yang Fan didn't panic, pulled closer, replaced the sword with the sword, and the Dugu Nine Sword used the sword to aim at the old man's flaws and stab them one after another.

"What a tricky knife!"

The old man was shocked and quickly used Fang Tian's painted halberd to block, the powerful force made the old man retreat quickly.

"I didn't expect this kid to have this hand, I was careless."

"Still distracted?"

Yang Fan shouted, then slashed.

Damn it!

The old man's arm was cut, and there was pain and blood flowing.

"Good boy, you are the first person to hurt me."

The blood on the old man's arm only bleeds for a few seconds, and the wound healed without even scars.

Yang Fan came again.

The old man got angry, stretched out his right index finger and pointed out.

"Fuck!"

The old man roared.

I saw a strange spatial fluctuation at the tip of the old man's index finger, and Yang Fan didn't notice it for a while and was enveloped in it.

As soon as he was surrounded, Yang Fan was firmly trapped by a black smoke, and he also felt it difficult to breathe, his vision was blocked, and his divine consciousness was discovered, and even the divine consciousness was blocked.