The System Takes Me to Practice

How did a monk in the mere refining period know this kind of thing? Obviously, this son came from absolutely not simple, even a great immortal who reincarnated, and then awakened the memory of his previous life, so that he could explain the unusual things that happened before.

"It seems that my God Sword goalkeeper ushered in the rise."

Jian Shisan looked up at the sky, the tears in his eyes could no longer contain, turning into tears and rolling down.

On the top floor of the Conference Hall not far away, there was a figure wrapped in a white robe. He was the clone left by the Supreme Elder-Jian Wudi, possessing the strength of the mid-Mahayana.

Jian Wudi raised his head and looked at the Dujietai in the distance. His eyes were always moving on Yang Fan, without saying a word, without the slightest expression on his face. This also caused no one to know his thoughts, even Jianshi 13 .

Boom! The ninth thunder robbery came.

Yang Fan did not rush, and absorbed the ninth thunder calamity like a gourd painting. At this point, the great elder Xun Jianfei was successfully promoted to the tribulation period.

"Congratulations, big brother, for being the only one of us to cross the catastrophe."

"Big brother, you have to thank Uncle Master, without him, we might have to collect your body."

Everyone laughed, and the feelings of brothers were extremely strong.

"Master, I live up to your entrustment. I finally have no time for Yang Fan to respond to the catastrophe."

Xian Jianfei came to Jian Yi and bends down deeply, his gratitude for Jian Yi can no longer be expressed in words.

"Uncle Shi! Please be respected by me!" Xun Jianfei knelt towards Yang Fan. He didn't even have time for Yang Fan to react, so he knelt directly. Then bowed deeply.

"Daen doesn't say thank you, let alone bow down. I really want to thank me. I just need to share something good in the future."

"Definitely, definitely." Xun Jianfei was a little speechless, regretting the kneeling just now.

Yang Fan thought for a moment, and came to the edge of Jian Shisan, "Brother, I'm going down the mountain first, and there are still things to do."

"Well, if you want to go, when will you be back?"

"Not sure, but I will be back before the Zongmen Grand Competition."

"Well, this is my sound transmission jade talisman. If you need any help, please contact me directly. If you are in danger, smash the jade talisman, and I will be there in a few minutes."

While talking, Jian Shisan took out a piece of jade the size of a baby's palm, which was engraved with complex runes, injected with true energy, and the runes on it would float.

After accepting the jade symbol, Yang Fan prepared, and after saying goodbye, he flew towards Fengyuan City.

The Divine Sword Gate is only 5,000 kilometers away from Fengyuan City. According to Yang Fan's current speed, it only takes less than an hour. If it explodes with full force, it will only take less than five minutes, but Yang Fan is not in a hurry.

Yang Fan didn't have much hope for the pharmacist union and Sun's family to find all medicinal materials, perhaps Sancheng didn't.

"Ok?"

When passing near a city, something in Yang Fan Mingming was summoning himself, the closer it was to the center of the city, the more obvious.

Huh! Yang Fan turned and landed outside the city gate. The gate tower was guarded by a pair of soldiers. The gate was very wide and there was no scene of queuing into the city in ancient times. The reason why he didn't directly land in the city was just because Yang Fan didn't want to make things big. Every city is protected by formations, so it's strange to break in without being dealt with.

When you enter the city, you will see the bustling streets, where all kinds of passersby and shops form a vivid contrast, and the streets are patrolled by soldiers from time to time. The most conspicuous among them is a pair of ten-person patrol teams. Not to mention the formation, even the uniforms are not fully worn. While walking, they talked with other people and cast their eyes on the hips and chest of the passing woman.

Perhaps perceiving Yang Fan's gaze, a leading non-commissioned officer glanced at Yang Fan, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said something to the person behind him, and then walked towards Yang Fan.

"You are very face-to-face, what are you doing in Leiyue City?" The sergeant stared at Yang Fan,

Yang Fan frowned when he looked at the man. The non-commissioned officer's tone made him very unhappy. Considering that he had just arrived, Yang Fan resisted it.

"Find something." After saying that, he walked away without any intention of arguing.

"Bold, who let you go, stop for me!" a soldier shouted sharply, and then a group of people surrounded Yang Fan.

"Looking for something? Humph, I think you want to steal it! Get it for me!"

The non-commissioned officer gave an order, and the remaining nine rushed towards Yang Fan, with spears pointed at him, as long as they moved, they would inevitably be pierced to death by ten thousand spears.

The people around stopped to watch, pointing and pointing. Most of them were filled with outrage, accusing the non-commissioned officer of framing a good person, which shows that they have done this more than once.

"This Wuyan has begun to scrape again, I hope someone can kill this officer." A middle-aged woman was very angry. "She clenched her teeth and wanted to step forward and kill the non-commissioned officer named Wu Yan on the spot. A young man next to her hurriedly covered the mouth of the middle-aged woman, fearing that Wu Yan would hear it and cause a murder.

"If it weren't for him, my daughter would not be taken away by the second son of the Xu family." Aunt Zhang wailed, tears streaming out continuously.

"It's over! This young man is afraid that he is going to be locked up in the prison. Hearing that the prison of the City Lord's Mansion has entered, don't even want to come out again."

Nine soldiers stepped forward and stretched out their hands to catch Yang Fan. However, with a look in Yang Fan's eyes, the nine men flew around like cannonballs. They were smashed into the wall deeply, unable to move, and blood was constantly spit out from their mouths, mixed with broken pieces. The internal organs struggled for a few seconds, and finally the nine people crooked their necks and lost their breath.

"hiss!!!"

The people watching around took a breath, and couldn't believe that Yang Fan actually made a move. No, it was just a glance to kill the nine people with the strength of Jin Dan, let alone believe that Yang Fan actually killed the guards in the city, and also Killed in front of everyone.

It's over, this young man's life ends here.

This is the only ending that people around can think of at this time.

"You...you..." The non-commissioned officer sat on the ground in fright, and an extremely foul-smelling yellow liquid came out from under his crotch, which could be smelled by the onlookers more than ten meters away, let alone close. Yang Fan was in front of him.

Yang Fan turned his head, looked down at the non-commissioned officer, a trace of killing intent flashed in his indifferent eyes.

"Don't do it, and since you have killed nine, let's kill one more to make up."

Yang Fan thought in his heart that one hand was slowly raised, and a black flame appeared in his hand, which was the emptiness swallowing inflammation. The hot air wave instantly enveloped the non-commissioned officer, scared him to get up in a hurry, kneel down, and slam his head heavily on the ground, kowtow to Yang Fan at a rate of twice per second, hoping Yang Fan would let him go.

"My lord, forgive me! Forgive me! I won't dare anymore!!!"

The non-commissioned officer smashed his head and his voice trembled. However, Yang Fan did not blink his eyelids from the beginning to the end. With a light wave of his right hand, the non-commissioned officer instantly enveloped the non-commissioned officer, and the person screamed. In less than three seconds, there was a mass of ashes left on the ground. As the wind blew, the ashes disappeared, and there was no trace of his existence in the world.