The System Takes Me to Practice

"Girl Chunfang laughed, this is just a poem made by the next, and it won't make it to the elegant hall."

The man chuckled, but he was really excited. In his opinion, everyone here is rubbish, and Chunfang belongs to him only.

Perhaps he will be the first person to win the virginity of Girl Chunfang.

Thinking of this, this population is in water.

Upon seeing this, Chunfang frowned.

She also understood why these people tried to please themselves.

Hearing this, Yang Fan shook his head. This group of people did very ordinary poems. Yang Fan only needed to take out one poem to beat them.

"Brother Xu, looking at you, you seem to be dissatisfied with their poems."

Yang Guangyi said that he also wanted to write poetry, but he was not talented, let alone five-character quatrains. He couldn't even write the Yin poem by the big beard at the beginning.

"Listening to Brother Xu, can you make a verse better than them?"

Yang Guangyi asked intentionally.

"Yes, why do you want it?"

Although Yang Fan was in doubt, his tone was joking.

Yang Guangyi smiled and touched his head awkwardly.

Without thinking about it, Yang Fan took out paper and pen and quickly wrote on it.

Before long, more than one hundred words of poems took up one third of the paper.

Yang Guangyi took a look, and was shocked.

"Okay...poem, the meaning of this word has reached the realm of the unity of nature and man."

The rickety old man squinted his eyes and glanced secretly, equally surprised.

"Give this to Girl Chunfang, just say I did it."

The maid serving Yang Guangyi didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly handed over the paper with poems to Chunfang.

Chunfang took the paper and was immediately attracted by the poems on it.

"When will the bright moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve..."

Before she knew it, Chunfang started to read the poem written by Yang Fan. Her voice was not loud, but when she spoke, everyone was quiet, so everyone heard every sentence she read.

"Good words, girl Chunfang, who made this? The person who can make such words is the number one writer in the world."

Du Bai spoke, and the others agreed.

"It's the son of Yang Guangyi, the prince of Zhenxi."

Maid No. 1 said.

Huh!

Everyone cast their eyes to the elegant room on the second floor.

On their faces, they didn't believe that Yang Guangyi was well-known to them. No one can compare with him on prodigal, but if it is more than poetry, everyone here can hang him.

So Maid No. 1 said it was made by Yang Guangyi, and no one believed it.

Chunfang thought a little, his face showed firmness.

Then she summoned a maid and whispered in her ear.

The maid understood, and then walked off the stage.

"Ms. Chunfang said, she likes Young Master Yang Guangyi's words very much, and she specially asked her to share a dinner after the singing and dancing."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Yang Guangyi was overjoyed and looked at Yang Fan with gratitude.

Time passed quickly, and the song and dance performance soon ended. Yang Guangyi got his wish and was invited by Chunfang. The four body guards still wanted to protect from the past, but Yang Guangyi gave them a stunned look.

In front of beautiful women, life is not so important anymore.

After ten o'clock, Yang Fan walked alone on his way to the dormitory.

Suddenly, the powerful late Mahayana spiritual sense felt two mysterious figures flying over the roof not far away. They did it very secretly, but they were completely exposed in front of Yang Fan.

"interesting."

Yang Fan followed.

The strength of those two people is not bad, one has reached the strength of the early Mahayana period, and the other also has the half-step Mahayana period.

The two moved very carefully. For a certain distance, they would stay for a while to erase the remaining traces, and then move on.

If it weren't for Yang Fan's true strength to have surpassed that of the early Mahayana, I am afraid he would really be discovered.

Because of this, the two people were still worried. After more than an hour of circling around, the two finally arrived at the backyard of the Zhenxi Palace.

"Are they from the Zhenxi Palace?"

Yang Fan didn't think that by relying on Yang Dingtian's cultivation base of only crossing the catastrophe period, he would be able to win over the Mahayana strong.

Because both of them wore masks that couldn't be seen through with spiritual consciousness, Yang Fan didn't know their faces.

The two stopped to observe for a while, and then plunged directly into the Zhenxi Palace.

Yang Fan thought for a while, hiding his breath and sneaking into the Zhenxi Palace.

After the two black shadows entered the palace, they were not slow but fast. After passing through layers of guards, the two finally came to a courtyard in a remote corner of the palace.

The remote courtyard was very inconspicuous and secretive in the palace, so secret that even the servants of the palace did not know that there was such a place in the palace of Zhenxi.

On the periphery of this courtyard, Yang Fan also saw an invisible formation. This formation was only used for detection. Entering rashly would only attract the attention of the person who arranged the formation.

The two came to the courtyard, and the strong man in the early Mahayana took out a jade talisman, and then pressed the jade talisman against the invisible formation barrier, pinching the complicated handprints.

Before long, a passage appeared on the invisible formation barrier in front of them, and then the two of them walked into it, and their figures disappeared from Yang Fan's eyes.

"There is actually a function to cover the scene inside."

Yang Fan came to where the two of them were just now.

The level of this formation is a bit high, with Yang Fan's current sixth-level formation mage, unable to sneak in quietly in a short time.

There was no way, Yang Fan had to purchase a one-day ninth-level array mage qualification certificate again.

With the disappearance of the two thousand points, Yang Fan opened his eyes again, and complicated arrays flickered in his eyes.

"It's so simple?"

Yang Fan sneered and took out all kinds of materials for breaking the formation from the system space.

In less than a minute, Yang Fan gathered up the materials for breaking the formation and entered this remote courtyard quietly.

After entering, what caught Yang Fan's eyes was an ancient wooden building pavilion with only one storey.

Observing carefully, the powerful divine consciousness perceives that there is an underground secret room next to the building not far away.

Enter the pavilion, and enter the underground secret room.

The secret room was huge, and Yang Fan went around and turned around and finally found the location of the previous two.

The two also just reached the place of stay in the secret room.

In front of them, there were three people, it was Zhenxi King, an old man in grey clothes in the middle of Mahayana, and the half-step Mahayana old man who was in the pavilion when Yang Fan just arrived at Zhenxi King's Mansion.

The old man is wearing a colorful robe, and the old man in gray is behind Yang Dingtian, and his status is obviously lower than that of Yang Dingtian.

"You are finally here."

Yang Dingtian spoke.

The two masked men looked at each other and took off the masks.