Chapter 1290

Yang Fan's mind swept outside the city. Seeing that Li miaocai and Ji Sicheng, the semi emperor leaders, let it go, did not make their own decisions to cover up the breakthrough breath of these disciples for him as last time, he couldn't help smiling.

This is what he wants most.

Since taking Ji Danyun as a disciple, Yang Fan has been ready to recruit disciples, and the current batch of peak emperor and Emperor level martial artists are just the introduction he deliberately pushed out.

At present, the effect is good.

The sensational scene caused by the promotion of 36 peak emperors and 11 ordinary martial emperors in the city is enough to attract the attention of any human warrior or demon strongman within a hundred miles.

If nothing happens, it will spread all over the Terran Federation in a short time.

As for the sensation and influence that will be caused in the demon domain, Yang Fan is out of reach and doesn't have the mind to explore.

What he cares about most is the Terran realm. After this, how many high-level warriors of the Terran will come to worship and promote.

"Heaven can learn. I really want to improve the martial arts strength of the whole Federation Terran. I only talk about giving, not asking for return. I just want the Terran to become stronger and stronger!"

Yang Fan advertised himself in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed that this was really the case.

Aside from his selfish desire to receive more trumpets, at least in the eyes of outsiders, what he is doing now is really constantly dedicating himself and trying to help the Terran warrior improve his strength.

After all, only he knows this kind of thing, and only he can hear the system prompt.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to tell the story, others will never guess what his real purpose is to recruit disciples everywhere like a loose money boy.

"Your disciple Mu Yuanliang's HP has been running for a week, and his HP strength has increased. HP strength + 900. The percentage bonus of the sect's centripetal force has been successfully stimulated. You will automatically obtain the disciple Mu Yuanliang's 50% cultivation experience bonus and HP strength + 450."

"Your disciple Liu Baizhu's spiritual power has been running for a week, and his spiritual power has increased. His spiritual power is + 300. The percentage bonus of the sect's centripetal power has been successfully stimulated. You will automatically obtain the disciple Liu Baizhu's 40% cultivation experience bonus, and his spiritual power is + 120."

"Your disciple Jia Chunlan's HP has been running for a week, and the HP strength has increased. The HP strength + 1000, and the percentage bonus of the sect's centripetal force has been successfully stimulated..."

“……”

At this time, many disciples after the breakthrough consciously entered the meditation and continued to consolidate their current accomplishments. A steady stream of Qi and blood experience and spiritual experience also began to wash Yang Fan's body.

Although the centripetal force of these disciples has not reached the full value, these trumpets are half step kings or high-level emperors after all. After every Sunday's cultivation, the cultivation experience that can contribute to Yang Fan is also considerable.

Moreover, cultivating this kind of thing is not overnight. It doesn't mean that today's trumpet cultivation will rest and strike tomorrow.

In fact, most of these people are very conscious. In order to improve their cultivation strength as soon as possible, even without Yang Fan's urging every day, they will always spit out their spiritual power into their body.

Not just them.

The more than 1000 disciples Yang Fan received before will be constantly sending him cultivation experience at almost any time.

Yang Fan just disliked that similar system prompts were too noisy and directly shielded most of them, otherwise his ears would be buzzing and tinkling endlessly at the end of the day.

"We must hurry up and brush all the centripetal forces of these small sects, otherwise I feel a little lost."

Yang Fan's eyes swept over the 47 people sitting cross legged below, and the cultivation experience rubbed from them sounded in his ears from time to time.

Most of them are 40-50%, and more than half of the cultivation experience is wasted.

Moreover, later, after these people's cultivation is stable, they will inevitably devour the soul refining pills or other natural materials and earth treasures given to them by Yang Fan.

The centripetal force of the sect is inexperienced, and the efficacy of these pills and genius earth treasures will be greatly reduced.

What is the reason why Yang Fan is so generous not to give these resources to his disciples like money? Doesn't he just want to cash out the experience of these resources from them?

If you waste more than half because of the centripetal force of the sect, will he lose?

"Ouch ~!"

When these disciples here woke up one after another from their meditation, Yang Fan suddenly turned white and couldn't help crying out in pain. Then he raised his hand to cover his head and burst out in cold sweat from his forehead.

"Master! What's the matter with you?!"

"Master!"

"Master..."

All the disciples, especially Ling Tian, an Sheng and Tian Feiyao, who had been standing next to Yang Fan, shouted at the same time, quickly flashed to Yang Fan and asked with great concern.

Nearby, LAN Yuanqing, Sima Xuefeng and Gu Yang also turned their heads to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan is now a big baby of the whole Terran and the whole Federation. In any case, we can't have any accidents before them.

"Brother Yang Fan, what's the matter with you?"

"Elder Yang Fan, but he was eaten back because the source of the divine soul was exhausted?"

Several people also said hello one after another. As the vice president of the association of spiritual teachers, Mei Cailan saw the root of Yang Fan's problem at a glance.

"Cough!"

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I consumed too much and hurt the spirit when I gave these disciples whose accomplishments were much higher than mine."

"But it doesn't matter. I have a lot of miraculous drugs and I can recover soon... Poof ~!"

Said, Yang Fan unexpectedly another mouthful of old blood gushed out, and his face looked more pale. The whole person looked too empty to want.

"Master ~!"

"Shifu, take care! It's all our fault that Shifu hurt the origin. I knew so. It doesn't matter if the disciple is promoted later!"

"Master -"

Seeing this, the 47 disciples immediately became flustered. Some were moved to tears, and some fell directly in front of Yang Fan with a plop.

Among them, Jia Chunlan and Liu Baizhu were the most eye-catching. They rushed to Yang Fan's body at the first time, hugged Yang Fan's thigh, tears and snot flowing, and a look of kneeling down to their reborn parents.

"Please, master, don't be so careless about your body in the future!"

"It's not worth it for our useless disciples. I'd rather advance and break through all my life than see you look so haggard and injured, master. I'm so distressed..."

"Shifu Gaoyi, I didn't expect that you would pay so much silently for our smooth promotion, and even your spiritual origin was hurt..."

"It's really the parents who gave birth to me and the teacher who raised me. Master, even if the disciples are cattle and horses in this life, they can't repay you for your kindness to the disciples..."

Let the two hold their thighs, Yang Fan looked at them with a happy face.

Talent, this is.

He expressed all the words he wanted to say but it was inconvenient to say directly. These two trumpets are Ascaris worms in his stomach.

Yang Fan silently wrote down their names in his heart.

"Jia Chunlan and Liu Baizhu, well, are all good seedlings worth cultivating. In the future, the propaganda minister of zongmen must belong to them. We should focus on cultivating them."

Yang Fan wrote down the names of Jia Chunlan and Liu Baizhu in the small book. No matter what they just said was intentional or unintentional, at least the effect was good enough to explode.

They succeeded in inducing the emotions of the senior brothers and sisters behind them, and the effect was no less than Yang Fan's eloquence.

"Ding! Your disciple Mu Yuanliang is in a great mood. He is grateful to you. His sense of belonging to the sect has been greatly improved. His sect loyalty has been greatly improved. His worship value is + 1 and his sect centripetal force is + 20."

"Ding! Your disciple song ange is in a high mood. He is grateful to you. His sense of belonging to the sect has been greatly improved. His sect loyalty has been greatly improved. His worship value is + 2 and his sect centripetal force is + 20."

"Ding! Your disciple Xu Guangyuan is in a great mood. He is grateful to you and has greatly improved his sense of belonging to the sect..."

Soon, the corresponding system prompt sounded in Yang Fan's ear.

The 47 new disciples present, as well as the old disciples Ling Tian, an Sheng and sang Duoduo, all spared no effort to offer Yang Fan 20 points of sect experience.

With one mouthful of blood, I got so much sect experience and so many small eyes of gratitude and worship from the trumpet disciples. It's worth it!

Yang Fan is very happy, but the play can't be too much. After all, he is going to collect more top emperors. If he pretends to be ill and breaks down now, he can't sing the later play.

Therefore, after gaining a wave of popularity and sect experience, Yang Fan promptly took out half a pot of imperial spirit wine, several imperial spirit fruits and other treasures that can supplement the origin of the spirit from the storage space before he was about to faint, and kept stuffing them into his mouth.

At the same time, advanced therapy doesn't want to give itself a few waves like money.

Soon, the elixir came into the abdomen, the treatment fluctuated and stopped, the consumed mental power and the origin of the spirit were supplemented in time, and Yang Fan's face became ruddy and healthy in a very short time.

"Well, I just suffered a little injury, and I can't live as a teacher. Don't forget that being a teacher is a doctor and knows the weight."

Yang Fanchang took a breath and waved to the disciples who knelt down below:

"Get up, everyone. Our demon killing sect doesn't like this. If you really feel sorry, don't be lazy and practice hard in the future. If you have a chance, go and hunt more high-level monsters for me!"