The System Takes Me to Practice

"Hey, boy, what are you doing on the battle stage? It's not a place where you can stay. Come down quickly, otherwise you will feel better when the senior academy comes."

A fifth-grade student with a scorn on his face stood up, held his head high, and said to Yang Fan in a tone that I was the boss.

What he didn't know was that when he just said the first sentence, the students around him looked at him with incredulous eyes, and then quickly left him.

Not only that, some students who did not know that person also hurriedly left, fearing that they would be punished as accomplices.

Facing this kind of person, Yang Fan was not bored enough to tease him out, lying on the sofa, waiting for the start of the class.

At this moment, several groups of people in different clothes came to the gate of Spark Academy.

After layers of investigation, this group of people walked in, and several of them still knew Yang Fan.

"Brother Zhao!"

As soon as these people came near the battle platform, Yang Fan spoke.

"Brother Sun!"

A handsome young man, holding a long sword studded with precious stones, the sword rank is not low, there is actually an eighth rank.

The visitor was Zhao Yin, the fifth prince of Huoyuan Country.

Zhao Yin laughed, and when he was less than three meters away from Yang Fan, he suddenly drew his long sword and stabbed it at Yang Fan.

Some of the Spark Academy tutors who had arrived were taken aback, thinking that Zhao Yin wanted to kill Yang Fan and was about to stop it, but was held back by the high-level who had just arrived.

"President, two vice principals!"

All the trainees and instructors hurriedly saluted.

Xi Wenyan waved his hands and everyone got up.

On the battle stage, Zhao Yin pierced out with a sword and took Yang Fan's neck straight.

However, Zhao Yin didn't use his true energy, only used his sword attack.

Yang Fan smiled, he could see that Zhao Yin didn't want to kill himself, this can be seen from the sword technique he used.

Zhao Yin was using the Dugu Nine Swords. From Yang Fan, he could see that Zhao Yin had reached the level of proficiency, which was similar to Linghu Chong's level.

"After all, it's still too young."

Yang Fan shook his head, raised his big hand, and a long sword appeared out of thin air. It was the **** soul-removing knife that had changed.

Qiang Qiang!

The Variety of Blood-Hidden Soul Reaper is also an eighth-order magic weapon. The long swords collide with a sharp metal collision sound, accompanied by a large number of sparks.

It is said that in the battle between masters, the victory or defeat is often only in an instant, not to mention that Yang Fan is now in the early stage of Mahayana, and Zhao Yin has only the middle stage of the fit.

Only in the first round, Yang Fan knew how far Zhao Yin had practiced Dugu Nine Sword.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan speeded up, Zhao Yin suddenly couldn't stand it, only after three moves, Zhao Yin was defeated.

If it were true vitality, Zhao Yin could not even withstand Yang Fan's coercion.

"I lost."

Zhao Yin was not depressed. In fact, he also knew that he was not Yang Fan's opponent. This time his shot was only to test the level of his Dugu Nine Sword.

"The Three Princes!"

At this time, another person came over, it was Zhao Yin's third brother, Zhao Tai.

Zhao Tai's strength is equally impressive, and now he has reached the high-end stage of the fit.

There were people from other forces who came along with Zhao Yin, but even though Yang Fan from these forces had heard of it, they didn't know him well.

"Sun Xiaoyou, time is almost up."

It was ten o'clock, Xi Wenyan stood up and said.

"it is good!"

Thus, the three-day and three-night alchemy course began.

There are neatly arranged futons under the battle platform where Yang Fan is located. These are used to prepare for those who are not easy to identify.

There are five at the front, three of which are prepared for the three great figures of the Spark Academy.

One is Xi Wenyan, and the other two are the deputy dean. Yang Fan is not clear about the specific name, and there is no need to deliberately understand.

There are also two Yang Fans sitting above who know each other, but both of them have hidden their identities. This also resulted in no one knowing their identities except Xi Wenyan, the two deputy deans and Yang Fan.

The one sitting in the center of the five futons was Zao Wou-ki. He changed his appearance at this time, but Yang Fan didn't feel wrong. It is the breath of Zao Wou-ki.

Xinghuo Academy is located in Huoyuan City, and everything that happens inside cannot escape Zao Wou-ki's eyes. So when Yang Fan came to Xinghuo Academy without any concealment, he already knew it, and now he knew that Yang Fan, an imperial pharmacist, was going to give a lecture.

Yang Fan, who sat on the right side of Zao Wou-Ki, also knew him, and the relationship was not worse than Zao Wou-Ki's.

It is Yao Zun, the president of the Alchemist's Union, a high-ranking powerhouse in the middle of the Mahayana.

I haven't seen it for more than a year, but Yao Zun has some signs of breaking through to the later stage.

The two noticed Yang Fan's sight and nodded slightly, expressing kindness.

It's just that their movements are very secretive, and no one noticed.

Behind the five futons in the first row, there are dozens of futons, which are not only different in color, but also in material. These futons are all prepared for the high-rank alchemists of the Star Fire Academy and other sect forces, and those who can sit here must have at least Rank Six.

Yang Fan glanced around, suddenly stopped at a person, and on his chest, he was wearing a badge that was strange and familiar to Yang Fan.

He is the great elder of Danta, Duan Wude, a seventh-rank alchemist, and his strength has come to the early stage of the robbery.

Yang Fan still vaguely remembered that after meeting for the first time, he had just completed the fit period.

There were two people standing on Duan Wude, one of whom Yang Fan knew, was Ji Yao, the personal disciple of the Danta master who represented the Danta at the alchemy conference, a fourth-rank alchemist, and she was also a demon clan. man of.

Ji's surname is rare in Wuyuan Continent. Only the imperial family of the monster clan has the surname, especially if after Muyuan Country, Yang Fan will be more sure of her identity.

Of course, except for Ji Wuming.

There is another person, Yang Fan, who doesn't know him, but on this occasion, the Duan Five Virtues brought him, so he must be a disciple.

This person is a man, and on the right side of his chest is also wearing a pharmacist's president. This badge is the same as that issued by the pharmacist union. Presumably, the two pharmacist forces should have reached an agreement on this aspect.

That was a fifth-grade pharmacist, and judging from his age, he should be 500 years old.

The five-hundred-year-old Five-Rank Alchemist is indeed all talented.

No wonder Duan Wude brought two people to listen to his lecture.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan looked at the badge on the left of the man's chest again.

That is the sign of Danta disciples.

The badge is round, about four centimeters in diameter. There is a tower printed on it, and the circle around the tower is purple, which means that the tower is a disciple of Danta's inner door, and the outer disciple is blue.

Over time, more and more people came to the battlefield.