The System Takes Me to Practice

"It is okay, but there are not many left. Elder Fan has to be interesting."

Yang Fan coughed and wanted to express it tactfully, but the opposite was true.

"what?"

Elder Fan looked at Yang Fan with a stupefied face, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that a cultivator who wanted to join the Divine Sword Gate wanted to benefit from him as an examiner during the assessment.

"Good, good!" Elder Fan smiled back and said three good words, "I have to see what benefits you want."

Elder Fan was very depressed. He had never seen an elder led away by an outsider. If he was not addicted to alcohol, he would slap Yang Fan on his knees with a palm. He would not kowtow until he was addicted to drinking. Yang Fan got up.

"I want to know the content of the assessment later."

After all, Yang Fan drank it and threw the can away casually, sitting on the recliner with his eyes closed. He also held a pack of peanuts in his left hand, took one in his right hand, threw it up, and then opened his mouth to catch it, very leisurely.

"That's it?" Elder Fan had a weird look, and it turned out to be this after a long time. From the beginning, Elder Fan thought he wanted him to let Yang Fan pass the assessment.

"Why, I don't think one can is enough? It doesn't matter."

Yang Fan smiled and waved his big hand, several boxes of canned pineapple beer appeared out of thin air, carefully counted, there are at least one hundred cans.

"What!!!" Elder Fan was shocked again. He didn't expect that Yang Fan said "not much". There were so many, so if he said there are many... wouldn't it be...

"Come here, Elder Fan, sit and drink. There are also food and drinks here."

With a big hand, Yang Fan grabbed a few packets of Weilong spicy strips and drunkard peanuts. He took out a few cans of beer from the box and opened them in front of Elder Fan.

Elder Fan woke up from a daze, picked up the beer and observed it a few times, and found that there were many square characters on it that he couldn't understand, and patterns in different colors. Then he drank half of the can before stopping.

"Good wine!" Using his sleeves to wipe off the wine stains on the corners of his mouth, Elder Fan picked up a spicy stick and stuffed it into his mouth. The red oil dripped on the table under the action of gravity, with a hint of sweetness in the light spicy taste. . Especially when Elder Sun showed a sense of satisfaction after eating, he saw red oil on his thumb and index finger, and he actually put these **** in his mouth to **** the oil stains on them.

When he was a child, Yang Fan, who often ate this kind of junk food made of waste oil, was speechless when he saw Elder Fan's performance.

"Ahem." Elder Fan seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, which lasted for nearly a minute. Even when Yang Fan saw this scene, he felt ashamed for Elder Fan, pretending that there was phlegm coughing in his throat.

Elder Fan's face was red, and he was ashamed of his behavior. The elder of the outer door of the dignified sword gate actually licked the oil stains on his fingers to eat, and it was still in this kind of public place.

"It's easy to say. The next two levels...The third level is to release the sword intent in the sword mound, and then judge based on the sword attracted by the sword intent. The fourth level is to fight against the outer disciples of the same strength. Persevere. If Yizhuxiang is not defeated in time, he can become an outer disciple of the Divine Sword Sect."

After all, Elder Fan opened a can of beer and drank with relish.

"The trial of the sword mound is really interesting. I don't know how much movement will be caused if I release my sword intent. If I become an inner disciple or a core disciple, I might consider joining the sword gate. After all, A good backer is better than nothing."

Yang Fan lowered his head to think.

"Boy, it's been so long, these others are almost finished trying, are you still going up?"

Elder Fan's words woke up Yang Fan. He turned his head and realized that an hour had passed. Only a few dozen people had yet to try. Fewer than 500 people who had tried were advanced to the next level.

Yang Fan looked at Elder Fan again, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, because he found that the boxes of beer he had taken out had disappeared, leaving only a few empty cans. Elder Fan must have received it in the storage ring.

"Wow!" Yang Fan flashed, came to the front of the steps, and squeezed a male monk who was about to test aside.

"You!!!" The monk wanted to insult Yang Fan, but he just said a word, and when he saw Yang Fan, he immediately changed his words, "You...you come first, I'll be the next one, the next one." Then he bent over with a grin. Back.

"Om!"

When Yang Fan stepped onto the steps, a slight pressure enveloped him. Yang Fan stopped and carefully felt the pressure, but the spiritual consciousness spread along the flow of the formation.

"Boom-boom-boom" Suddenly, the formation trembled, and another force fell, directly shaking Yang Fan's consciousness away.

"Unexpectedly, the level of this formation is so high. With my current level of the formation mage, I can't break it. Just entering the periphery of the formation is bounced away."

What Yang Fan did was not discovered from the beginning to the end, and he only wanted to see the strength of this formation. However, his act of stopping and not advancing has attracted ridicule from a group of people.

"Look at that kid. He actually stopped in the first quarter. Isn't he the only one to be there?"

"I don't think it's necessary. How could it be only the first quarter. If you want me to say, that person may be focusing on preparing to rush to the end."

"Huh! It's really enough to pretend. I saw him slap and slap a strong man in the Nascent Soul Stage before, and thought he had a strong sense of spirit, but he turned out to be a big Israeli-Palestinian wolf. All monks can pass through, and he...ahhhh!!!"

Suddenly, a black flame burst out of the monk who was trying to talk about Yang Fan. The flame was so powerful that it only ignited his whole body in an instant. The burning sensation in his whole body made him lose his thoughts, and he kept rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames.

"No, put out the flame, or you will die."

A friend who was suspected of that monk hurriedly yelled, hurriedly pinched the tactics, and turned a ball of water on the person.

But what he didn't know was that this flame was the flame summoned by Yang Fan to activate the sky, and it was not an ordinary flame at all.

The moment the water was poured on, the fire rose rapidly, and it burned more violently as if gasoline was spilled on the flame.

Among them, there are many people who want to use the true energy to peel off the flame, but when the true energy comes into contact with the black flame, it burns directly.

"what!"

Everyone was shocked, and was suppressed by the overbearing black flame. For a while, no one went to rescue the monk.

After only a few breaths, the monk who mocked Yang Fan was burned, not even his ashes or soul.

Anyone who cultivates in the Nascent Soul Stage can survive on the soul if his body is destroyed. Now that person and his soul have been burned, and they are already dead. Even if the **** of Daluo descends, he cannot repair the burned soul.

After a while, after swallowing saliva, the crowd reacted and they all turned their eyes to Yang Fan, who was motionless. They are not fools, knowing that this person was burned to death is definitely related to Yang Fan, but they don't know how Yang Fan did it. Especially the weird black flame, it must not be an ordinary fire, otherwise why wouldn't it be restrained by water?