Chapter 608

All the six disciples were so excited that their eyes glowed red and stared at the soul refining pill in Yang Fan's hand.

In particular, Ansheng and Mu Qianqian are spiritual teachers, and their demand for soul refining pills is far greater than those of Chu Feiyun.

Originally, they just got some soul refining pills from Yang Fan, and even the soul refining golden pill to improve their cultivation. After experiencing the general promotion speed of external plug-ins after using soul refining pills, they have a burning desire for soul refining pills. They don't know how to continue to ask Yang Fan for them.

Now, Yang Fan directly starts to clearly mark the price. As long as enough monsters are hunted, he can exchange the corresponding level of soul refining pill.

It's like pie falling from the sky!

Although according to the cultivation accomplishments of Ansheng and Mu Qianqian, if they want to change to a high-quality soul refining pill that is just suitable for them, all the monsters they need to hunt are demon kings or even demon kings at the peak level.

But as long as they want, these are not things, okay?

High quality soul refining pills are always out of stock on the market. They really have a price but no market. Generally, even if they have enough federal coins in their hands, they have no place to buy them.

Now Yang Fan is willing to take the initiative to provide them with soul refining pills, and only a certain number of demon cores can be exchanged. In terms of value, it's just the price of cabbage. Are there any trees?

Apart from others, this sect welfare alone is enough to crush all the large gatekeepers and famous families in the Federation.

"Shifu is mighty!"

"We will obey the teacher's orders!"

The six little disciples responded in a loud voice, one by one. They wanted to go out of the city to hunt monsters and try a soul refining pill.

"When hunting monsters, you should do what you can and put your own safety first. As a teacher, you don't want to be a new apprentice. In a twinkling of an eye, it has become a Chinese food for demon cubs outside the city."

Yang Fan confessed quietly. He was afraid that these trumpets would be blinded by profits. One by one, he was greedy and gave himself to the monster as a snack.

"Don't worry, master, we won't have to worry! Even if we want to go out of the city to hunt demons, we will walk in a team and never mess around."

Chu Feiyun nodded cautiously.

Compared with Ansheng and Mu Qianqian, their two senior spiritual teachers, they are only level 3 and level 4 novices of martial arts. They should pay more attention to the safety of hunting demons outside the city.

After all, spiritual teachers can not only fly for a long time, but also be good at spiritual interference. Even if they encounter strong enemies, even flying monsters, they can always run.

It's not like these Qi and blood warriors. Under the master, they can only stay in the air for a short time. It's difficult to run when they are besieged by monsters and beasts.

"Cousin." Wang Zhe suddenly made a voice and looked at Yang Fan: "I don't know. What's the name of your sect?"

In this line, Yang fanguang accepted seven or eight or nine disciples, but he never heard him mention the name of the sect. It's strange.

"Yes, our sect doesn't seem to have a formal title." Yang Fan was stunned, clapped his hands and said in a high voice: "I just said, I always think there's something missing. It's been making trouble for a long time. That's it!"

Yang Fan really didn't think about this before. After all, he doesn't have many disciples. Three or two kittens are not even good at it. It's not worth thinking about a sect name.

But now, it seems a little different.

Because of carelessness, Yang Fan's apprentices have reached ten. With him as a master, there are already eleven people.

Although there are still not many of them, they are already small-scale. Without a unified name, it seems that it is not conducive to increasing the sense of belonging and centripetal force of these disciples.

Yang Fan doesn't care much about the sense of belonging, but the centripetal force of the sect is excellent. Whether Yang fan can lie down and upgrade in the future and step on the peak of life is essential.

Hearing Yang Fan's words, the corners of their mouths twitched.

You didn't even have the name of the sect, so you began to recruit disciples here, and you solemnly set the sect rules and sect benefits?

Do you want to play like this?

Mu Tianqing and Zhu Huanan were also stunned and looked at Yang Fan a little strangely.

Recently, Yang Fan has made rapid progress in cultivation. He also has a series of rare special abilities, such as healing, array mage, animal trainer and so on.

They thought that behind Yang Fan, there must be a very powerful sect or a great power to rely on. Yang Fan also got the corresponding inheritance skill, so he had such a magical opportunity.

But now it seems that there is no such thing.

The inheritance of the sect is not a children's play.

If Yang Fan really gets the martial arts and skills inherited by other sects, it will be regarded as a cause and effect with others.

Another example is that at present, this kind of self-made sects can not be justified. A bad one will lead to great disasters.

"Yang Fan boy, the takers belong to the takers, but this Kaizong school is not playing."

Zhu Huanan slightly frowned and looked at Yang Fan.

"Tell me honestly, have you ever accepted the inheritance and benefits of other sects or been instructed by some secret experts before?"

"If so, you'd better consult others before opening the school, so as not to make a taboo and break up unhappily in the end."

Mu Tianjing also nodded gently, which is very equivalent to Zhu Huanan's statement. At the same time, she was also curious about who and what forces stood behind Yang Fan.

It is inevitable that we should not underestimate the power of cultivating ordinary high school students in a remote town into peers who are no less talented than those in big cities such as Beijing and even the federal central city.

"There is no power, let alone Grandpa." Yang Fan shook his head directly. These are his own people in front of him. There is no need to pull any tiger skin.

"I can have such minor achievements today, thanks to the hard cultivation of the teachers of South China martial arts school, coupled with my personal little efforts, and although I woke up a little late, it can be regarded as some good talents and abilities."

Yang Fan modestly put gold on his face.

He doesn't brag at all. There are really no messy hidden forces behind him, and there are no legendary mysterious experts or Grandpa Baihu.

To achieve today's success, in addition to the slight help of the system, it is more important for him to work hard enough.

Think about this period of time, in order to brush more Qi and blood and skill experience, he kept staying up late to watch the master's martial arts, and kept hunting monsters and fierce beasts at all levels. He was really hard-working.

But it's all right now.

Yang Fan took a gratifying look at the baby disciples standing in front of him. With so many trumpets, he can finally relax in the future.

In particular, the idea of master's task he just thought of is absolutely unique. Just by giving him a soul refining pill that is nothing to him, these trumpets can continuously hunt monsters like chicken blood, and then continuously improve his Qi and blood experience.

Well, you can upgrade while sitting!

"Well," Yang Fan thought for a moment, Ba Za's mouth, glanced at the apprentice in front of him and said, "since our sect was established in the West Chu City, and I am deeply taught by the South China martial arts school, I can't forget my roots."

"So I decided that our sect is called the demon killing sect. The purpose of the sect is to kill all demons in the world and return a bright future to the Terran Federation!"

Kill demon sect!

Murderous, it is very consistent with Yang Fan's consistent hate attitude towards the demon family.

Kill all demons in the world and return a bright future to the Terran Federation!

The slogan was also loud and uplifting.

It's just that the name of the demon killing sect has been talking to you for a long time. Is there any causal relationship between the West Chu City and the South China martial arts school?

Zhu Huanan looked at Yang Fan speechlessly. In the first few words, Yang Fan said very lively, and even pushed the West Chu City and South China martial arts school to the position of his reborn parents.

As a result, the name of the sect has nothing to do with the West Chu City and the South China martial arts school. It's really exciting.

"Kill demon sect?!"

Mu Tianqing narrowed her eyes and thought for a long time, but she didn't find any memory about the demon killing sect. In other words, this is not the name of an ancient sect, and there has never been such a sect in the Federation before.

"Is it true that this name is just taken out by Yang Fan casually, and there are really no other hidden forces or peerless strongmen behind him?"

Mu Tianqing shook her head slightly. She didn't believe this inference very much. Because it's hard for her to believe that she can rise up without relying on herself in a remote town with a shortage of resources such as Xichu city.

Even if his talent is outstanding and he doesn't have enough resources to support, he can't reach the master level before he is 18.

Anson is a good example.

As the direct grandson of the first spiritual master of the Federation, Ansheng's spiritual cultivation talent has been outstanding since childhood.

However, with the accidental death of Anle and the gradual decline of his home, Ansheng ran around with andao since childhood, and finally had to shrink in a remote area such as Xichu city.

Without the resources of cultivation and the teaching of experts, if you have a spiritual talent, haven't you been stuck in the realm of first-class spiritual thought?

The sudden rise of Yang Fan is definitely not without reason, but he doesn't seem to want outsiders to know.

"Kill demon sect! Kill demon sect! That's a good name. Listen and cheer up!"

Wang Zhe read the name of zongmen twice, shook his fist with strength, looked a little excited, and obviously agreed with Yang Fan's idea of killing demons.

He is worthy of being his cousin. At any time, he has not forgotten those relatives who were destroyed in Yancheng. He is always thinking of hunting more monsters and avenging his relatives and friends!

"Count me in!" Wang Zhe looked at Yang Fan seriously and said, "from today on, I will officially join our demon killing sect. Will my cousin refuse?"