Chapter 621

South China martial arts school, class 29, grade 3, senior high school.

When Yang Fan leisurely walked into the classroom from the outside, he just saw an Sheng teaching several male students in the class.

Several mental spikes stimulated several students to scream, making the whole class roar.

With only one glance, Yang Fan guessed what was going on.

Because at the back of the last row where he and an Sheng are located, another desk was temporarily added today. The people sitting in front of the desk are Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian's appearance is pure and sweet, and his skin is white, tender and crystal. When he smiles, the dimples on both sides can hold two or two small wines, which is many times better than the most beautiful Huayue students in the class.

Such a pure and lovely beauty suddenly appeared in the class. The little boys in the class didn't look straight. It's normal to come and chat up and get close to each other.

"Ansheng said he didn't care. Isn't it really fragrant in his heart? Hypocrisy!"

Yang Fan took a disdainful look at Ansheng, who was protecting food, and walked straight back.

When he came near, Yang Fan gently waved his hand, lifted the imprisonment and mental interference of several people, and then glanced at Ansheng: "they are all level 6 spiritual teachers. They are still willing to bully their classmates under the martial arts teacher. Are they conscious?"

An Sheng smiled.

Not to mention, bullying is really interesting. I feel like a thief chicken.

He wanted to teach these little rabbits a lesson for a long time. Today he finally got a chance. Isn't that enough?

Xu Le and song Zian, who were rescued by Yang Fan, heard the dialogue between Yang Fan and an Sheng, and their faces were all a ghost expression.

What the hell?

Ansheng, this dead fat man, is already a level 6 spiritual teacher?!

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No wonder they always have a powerful sense of frustration in the face of Ansheng. No wonder President Chen will agree to let Ansheng participate in the challenge arena of zhenshou mansion on behalf of South China martial arts school.

After making trouble for a long time, it turned out that the dead fat man was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, which was as hateful as Yang Fan before.

You're such a loser. You said it earlier. I knew you were a level 6 spiritual master. Silly fork would come to rob you of your sister!

Several people's eyes looked at Yang Fan again. Yang Fan didn't seem to have changed much, but his breath was more and more dusty and elegant. Why did he fix it? He couldn't feel it for half a minute.

However, seeing that Yang Fan rescued them from Ansheng so easily just now, anyone can see that his strength must be above Ansheng.

"Even Ansheng, a dead fat man, is already a level 6 spiritual teacher. Wouldn't Yang Fan, who hides deeper, be more powerful?"

Originally, they were not convinced when they heard Yang Fan deliberately belittle them. Now, they all picked up their tails one by one, timidly greeted Yang Fan and thanked him. After that, they carefully slipped back to their seats and didn't even dare to look back.

At this time, Mu Qianqian gently stood up and respectfully came forward to salute Yang Fan: "I've seen the master!"

Yang Fan nodded gently and laid a spiritual barrier to prevent their dialogue from being heard by the students outside.

After taking a deep look at Mu Qianqian, Yang Fan asked softly, "why did you follow me? You just broke through last night. Don't you have to wait to consolidate your accomplishments?"

Mu Qianqian was stunned. She didn't know how Yang Fan saw it. Now she is a spiritual master. Her cultivation is one level higher than Yang Fan. According to reason, Yang Fan should not see it when she deliberately hid the fluctuation of cultivation.

Aunt Qing is right. There is a big secret in Yang Fan's little master.

"People know they can't hide it from the master." Mu Qianqian said shyly, "I took the pill given by the master last night and some cultivation resources given by the clan leader when I came out, so I broke through it carelessly."

Accidentally?

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth was drawn. Isn't this a commonly used word when he often pretended to force in front of others? Unexpectedly, he was pretended by his own disciples today.

"Careless is a good word to use." Yang Fan agreed. "After all, as a teacher, I used to be so careless that I couldn't prevent it."

"Uh?"

Mu Qianqian was forced to open his mouth. He didn't smell too much for a while. What's careless? What's to prevent?

But soon, Mu Qianqian turned around and looked at Yang Fan silently. He felt that his Taoism was far from Yang Fan.

Shifu is worthy of being a Shifu. Even if you pretend to be forced, you can pretend to be so speechless.

Mu Qianqian was completely convinced.

What can she do when she meets such a brazen master? She is also very helpless.

Ansheng has long been used to Yang Fan's brazenness, and is used to being hit by Yang Fan, so he doesn't have any special feeling.

His attention is now focused on what Yang Fan just said. He just broke through last night.

What did you break through?

If he remembered well, when Bai was in Daixing city yesterday, Mu Qianqian had just been promoted to level 9 spiritual master.

If you break through now, isn't that a spiritual master?

How is this possible?

Even if she took the three level-7 soul refining elixirs given to her by Yang Fan, it should not be enough to support him to reach the peak state of level-9 spiritual master, and then make a breakthrough in one fell swoop?

Ansheng can't accept it. He feels that the gap between him and Mu Qianqian seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

"Qianqian, are you a spiritual master now?"

Ansheng finally couldn't help asking directly. When Mu Qianqian heard the speech, he turned to him and smiled sweetly: "yes, brother Ansheng, I'm already a spiritual master now, oh, very powerful!"

Mu Qianqian smiled proudly and made an encouraging gesture to Ansheng: "brother Ansheng should also cheer up and strive to be promoted to the spiritual master as soon as possible, so that we can stay with the master and continue to practice!"

Ansheng smiled bitterly and nodded. He wanted to cheer, but could the spiritual master break through by shouting a few slogans?

"Master ~! Your family also wants to make progress and break through the spiritual master realm as soon as possible!"

Ansheng suddenly pinched the orchid finger and leaned close to Yang Fan with a flattering face. The master called Yang Fan a little disgusting. He couldn't help but give the dead fat man a mental stab.

"Wow! Are you serious!"

Ansheng felt pain and shook his head. He couldn't help glaring at Yang Fan: "people call you master with kindness, but you are cruel to me? I'm the chief, the chief of the demon killing sect, but now I only have level 6 spiritual master. If I say it, I won't lose my face!"

Yang Fan glanced: "I've already given you the opportunity. If you don't work hard, who can you blame?"

"Why don't I work hard?" an Sheng looked wronged and raised his hand and patted his round belly: "I'm constantly practicing as soon as I'm free. During this time, in order to practice, I don't even have time to eat rice or drink water. Now my stomach is thin!"

Yang Fan directly asked, "then tell me, you practiced for a few hours last night, and you shouldn't have been there for three hours?"

Ansheng's heart trembled. Why did Yang Fan talk for three hours? Was it a coincidence or did this girl peep at him last night?

"Poor... Almost. Three hours is not less?"

Ansheng has a guilty heart and doesn't dare to sophistry and falsely report.

"Is three hours a lot? There are twelve hours in a night, but you only spend three hours to practice. You wasted nearly nine hours in vain. How dare you say you work hard?"

Yang Fan hates that iron does not make steel. He has an image of Zhou pickpocketing who caught his long-term worker happy and lazy.

Among all the disciples, Ansheng's sect has the highest centripetal force and the richest experience in spiritual cultivation.

But last night, almost all the disciples practiced all night until dawn. Only Ansheng, a smelly boy, practiced for only three hours, causing Yang Fan to lose hundreds of spiritual cultivation experience.

I'm so angry.

Trumpet should have the consciousness of trumpet, so the wind of laziness and inaction must not be encouraged.

They are already level 6 masters of mental education. Is it necessary to sleep again at night? If you don't practice all night and don't work hard to improve your accomplishments, you are simply committing a crime?

"Now you know you're in a hurry. Don't you think it's a little late?" Yang Fan raised his finger and said, "you ask Qianqian. He used to practice for several hours every day? You can also ask cousin Wang Zhe. He practices for several hours every day?"

"Do you think the success of others is falling from the sky? Even those who have the highest talent, no resources, and don't know how to practice hard will never really stand out!"

Ansheng couldn't help looking at Mu Qianqian. Mu Qianqian whispered, "since I was three years old, I've never slept at night. I use cultivation instead of sleep."

"Most of the descendants of our herdsmen are like this. Why, isn't brother Ansheng?"

Mu Qianqian's rhetorical question made Ansheng feel ashamed and discouraged.

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It's not that he is not talented enough or hard enough, but that those guys who are more talented than him should work harder than him every day. How can this happen and when can they catch up.

When Yang Fan heard Mu Qianqian's answer, he couldn't help looking sideways. He almost blurted out a word "lying in the trough!".

Do you want to spell like this? A three-year-old child won't be allowed to sleep. Is there a little human nature?

Fortunately, he and Yang Guo were not born in those rich families, otherwise they would all be depressed.

"Cough!" Yang Fan coughed a little and continued to teach Ansheng a lesson: "do you hear that even thousands of young Tianjiao work so hard. Why do you only practice for three hours every night?"

"Don't say that being a brother doesn't give you a chance. If you want to quickly promote to the spiritual master level, you can't practice for less than ten hours every night. Otherwise, you'll wait to be a door-to-door son-in-law at the shepherd's house!"

Ansheng's body trembled, then he put on a posture of gnashing his teeth and striving for strength, and loudly assured Yang Fan: "don't worry, master, it's not a spiritual master, it's ten hours. It's a big deal. Ben Shuai won't sleep anymore! Who's afraid of who?!"

An Sheng patted his chest and made a sound.

"Remember what you said, but I will supervise and investigate from time to time. If I find you dare to be lazy, you know the consequences!"

Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction.

That's right.

Great youth, what sleep do you have at night? It's the right way to brush his cultivation experience!