The System Takes Me to Practice

What didn't even think of killing Tyrant Blade was that Yang Fan was the mysterious person who appeared in the Sun family back then, and his strength was about to surpass him.

"Winner, Yang Jian!"

Bai Sha spoke excitedly.

Ouyang Cheng's face was very ugly. He could see that Yang Fan's true combat effectiveness was at least in the middle of the fit. With this strength, there was nothing wrong with being a core disciple.

"Damn Baisha, dare to shame me!"

Ouyang Cheng roared in his heart, but his face was expressionless, as if the dead had nothing to do with him.

At this time, an abrupt and familiar voice came.

"Congratulations, Yang Jian, the sovereign approved you to be promoted to the inner disciple. If you want to become a core disciple, you can now challenge any core disciple. As long as you defeat him, you can replace him."

It was the Great Elder Zuo Yuanwei who spoke.

As he finished speaking, everyone, including the Inner Sect Elder, envied Yang Fan's ability to be valued by the Overlord.

Huh!

In the corner of the battle platform square, there is a battle platform that no one uses. There is the battle platform for the core disciples. However, the inner disciples have not yet been ranked among the top 1,000, so the 20 core disciples have nothing to do.

Hearing that Yang Fan had the privilege of being able to fight them directly, they cast their curious eyes, and some wanted to fight Yang Fan. One of the core female disciples in a bare-shoulder light yellow dress showed the most obvious performance.

Her name is Liu Yutong, a named disciple of Tyrannical Dao, and her strength has reached the high-level mid-combination, and she ranks eighth among the twenty core disciples.

Because Ba Dao was not satisfied with Liu Yutong's strength, she was only qualified to become his disciple when her strength reached the stage of fit.

Badao has no heirs, which means that in the future the master of the godsword gate may choose among his disciples, and the most basic condition for becoming the master of the godsword gate is to be a disciple of the godsword, or to obtain the gods. Most high-level elders in Daomen affirmed.

"Liu Yutong, it seems that you are very interested in that handsome disciple named Yang Jian."

Another core disciple joked.

Liu Yutong looks sober and refined, and there are two small dimples at the corner of his mouth, which makes people want to touch.

Seeing someone ridicule herself, Liu Yutong was not angry, nor refuted. In everyone's eyes, she is a cold woman who doesn't like talking with others.

I have to say that Jiao Enjun is indeed very handsome, especially when he plays Erlang Shen Yang Jian, the kind of cold fairy dress that ordinary women can't resist. The only thing that can resist his handsomeness is Chang'e.

Just when the other nineteen core disciples thought they were going to wait so idly, they suddenly saw Liu Yutong jumped onto the battle platform, released a powerful fighting spirit, and rushed towards Yang Fan without any cover.

"Ok?"

Perceiving the fighting spirit, Yang Fan looked at it and saw that it was a beautiful woman, then he withdrew his gaze again, stepped off the battle platform, and returned to his original position.

"I'm not mistaken, that Yang Jian actually rejected Liu Yutong's challenge. I'm afraid he is the first inner disciple who dared to refuse the challenge of the core disciple in history."

"I think he is scared."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe that Yang Jian didn't want to be too ostentatious. After all, he only became an outer disciple before he became an inner disciple again."

"possible."

Seeing that Yang Fan had no intention to fight, Liu Yutong was not angry. He was even more curious about Yang Fan. He still stood on the battle stage, keeping his eyes on Yang Fan.

"Yang Jian, congratulations!"

Bai Sha came to Yang Fan and arched his hands.

Those disciples who were newly promoted to the outer sect with Yang Fan showed envy and jealousy. Among them were Wang Ping and Faye Wong. They were weak in strength and could become outer disciples only because of their talent at this age, not their strength.

If the two of them have not made much progress among the outer disciples, then only elimination is waiting for them.

But the premise is. The Sacred Blade Gate could not be destroyed under Yang Fan's offensive.

In the audience, Ba Dao and Guo Hongtao talked to each other, their voices were suppressed to an extremely low level, and no one heard what they said.

After a few minutes of conversation, Ba Dao and Guo Hongtao seemed to have reached a consensus. The two looked at Yang Fan, and then showed an obscure smile.

"That's the decision. Let's start everything when the deity returns."

"Yes, I just hope things go well with the deity."

On Guo Hongtao's face, there is a vague worry.

Time flies quickly, and half a day has passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Liu Yutong has been standing on the battle stage, waiting for Yang Fan to challenge, but in the end she showed an impatient expression, staring at Yang Fan angrily, and said in a cold tone.

"Yang Jian, are you still afraid to fight?"

Liu Yutong deliberately amplifies the voice with true vitality so that all the disciples present can hear it. She is confident that Yang Fan will not be able to stand the eyes of many disciples this time and fight against herself.

"You are too weak to be worthy of me."

Yang Fan didn't even look at it, and closed his eyes to rest.

"you!!!"

Liu Yutong's face was blushing when she was said, especially the comments from the disciples who were onlookers made her even more annoyed.

"Well, you don't want to do it, then I will force you to do it."

Thinking of this, Liu Yutong looked at Ba Dao, Ba Dao nodded, she smiled triumphantly, and then took out a slender soft sword and killed Yang Fan.

Liu Yutong's speed is very fast, and he adds a secret aura, so unless he sees it, Yang Fan must be stabbed.

The onlookers cast their gazes, looking at Yang Fan with sarcasm and joking.

Yang Fan was in an awkward position. He was sitting on the sofa that he took out of thin air, with Erlang's legs tilted, and holding a can of iced Coke in his hand, which was the favorite drink of the fat house.

Liu Yutong was getting closer and closer to Yang Fan, and in the blink of an eye there was only less than five meters.

Liu Yutong hesitated for a moment, and finally aimed at Yang Fan's shoulder. After all, she just wanted to fight Yang Fan, not with the purpose of killing.

Just when everyone thought Yang Fan was going to be stabbed, Yang Fan, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes and cast an imperceptible look back.

At the moment when the sword was about to touch, Yang Fan stretched out **** with his right hand and pinched the blade accurately, no matter how hard Liu Yutong could not break free.

"It's said that you are not my opponent, do you just want your core disciple's identity to be lost?"

The strong sword intent in Yang Fan's eyes was released, and Liu Yutong was shocked to find that the long sword in his hand was out of control, broke free from her restraint, and then stabled towards its owner.