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Mizar Peak — — One of the seven main peaks of Seven Stars Sect, three thousand meters high, was like a pillar that supported the heavens, towering into the clouds. At this moment, on the mountain path that led to Mizar Peak, Yang Fan and Man Niu were travelling together.

After leaving the arena area, Yang Fan did not immediately return to his own small courtyard. Instead, under the lead of Man Niu, they went to the Pavilion of Martial Arts on Mizar Peak, wanting to choose a strong Yellow Level Martial Skill, or to be more precise, it was a movement technique. With the Scorching Sun Arts beside him, and the Transforming Stage's Mang Bull Pulse Opening Fist, Yang Fan did not lack any offensive techniques, but movement techniques were his weak points.

"Junior Brother Yang, it's not easy to obtain Sect Contribution Points, so you must pick this first martial skill carefully!" reminded Yang Fan as he walked. Sect was not a good place, other than the first stage, which outer sect disciples could train for free, if they wanted to cultivate the second stage, they would have to use up a large amount of their Sect contribution points.

But Sect Contribution Points were not so easily obtainable. Many outer sect disciples had been busy for more than half a year, and might not even be able to accumulate a hundred Sect Contribution Points, but even the lowest level Yellow Rank Inferior Martial Technique required more than a hundred Sect Contribution Points. This first free martial skill, in the eyes of many outer sect disciples, was equivalent to their fate!

The two of them were not ordinary people, and before the time it took to make a cup of tea, they had already traveled several miles.

At this moment …

"Eh? Isn't this the newbie Yang Fan! Isn't today the day of his duel with Ke Yun? Why would he be here? "

"He escaped before the battle. That's right, this kid must have fled before the battle!"

"That's true. How much strength does a mere rookie have? If he were to fight on stage, the only outcome would be death. Escaping before the battle is detestable, but at least it's better than losing his life!"

"Hehe!" I thought that this fellow would be a bit stubborn, but to think that he would only have a glib tongue! "

Surprise was heard from all directions before it was quickly overshadowed by contempt. As they fled the scene, it was looked down upon by the crowd. However, it was not long before another wave of rebuttal could be heard …

"What do you know? Yang Fan is not as simple as you think, not only is Ke Yun not a match for him, he even killed Lei Yun! "

"What?" How was this possible? What is that kid? How could he be a match for Ke Yun, and even tortured and killed Lei Bao?

"Exactly! Do you really think we are idiots that can tell such an obvious lie?! What cultivation is Lei Yun, in my Mizar Peak's bloodline, you can almost squeeze into the ranks of the top 100, other than those Eighth Grade Bloodline geniuses, you can only be considered as rare opponents, how can a newbie match him, and even torture him to death, hah! "

"It's naturally impossible for ordinary rookies, but this Yang Fan is this year's Rookie King!"

"What?" He is the new King? "..." But even if that is the case, it would be impossible for this Yang Fan to be a match for Lei Yun even if he wins. "

"You all don't know how monstrous Yang Fan is. Not only did he train a basic martial skill to the Transcending Mortality Stage, he even comprehended a Yellow Level Martial Skill to the point of almost understanding Perfection Stage."

"This... "How is this possible? How can there be such a monster in this world?"

"If you all still don't believe me, we can swear that if you all have even the slightest lie, then we will be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

"That's right, we can swear …"

"Hiss!" This... What kind of monster was this!? Even the top ten disciples can't compare to it! "

"If he is given a few more days, I fear that my Kaiyang Faction will respect him!"

As the results of the previous battle spread, all the outer sect disciples that he saw looked at Yang Fan in a different light, there was no longer any hint of contempt, there was only shock and reverence. In the Warrior world, the expert was the most respected person.

"Junior Brother Yang, you have become famous this time. You are completely famous in our peak!" Man Niu smiled teasingly at Yang Fan, "A new person actually dared to attack the hundred prodigies of Peak-pulse, this is something that hasn't happened in a hundred years. I believe that before long, Junior Brother Yang will hear of your great name, and call me the seven great Peak-pulse, but Junior Brother Yang you have to be careful, then Senior Brother Yun Feiyang will not stop …"

Every single one of the ten strongest outer sect disciples were all geniuses among geniuses, and had a qualitative difference from the other outer sect disciples. Even the weakest one was enough to instantly kill one of the hundred strongest disciples, Lei Yun, in one move.

"Senior Brother Man Niu, Yun Feiyang is not someone to be trifled with, and I, Yang Fan, am not someone to be trifled with!" The current him, against Yun Feiyang, was truly a battle of more wins and loss. However, Yang Fan believed that before long, he would surpass Yun Feiyang and throw him far behind!

Devouring the Heavens and Earth! Possessing the body meant that he was confident!

Very quickly, another hour had passed, and an ancient, pagoda-like building suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's line of sight.

"Junior Brother Yang, look, that's the Martial Skill Pavilion!" Man Niu pointed to the pagoda and said to Yang Fan.

"Good!" He could finally choose a martial skill! Senior Brother Man Niu, let's hurry up and go over! " Although he had already learnt a Yellow Ranked Inferior Martial Technique, at this moment, Yang Fan was still unable to hide the excitement in his heart.

The enormous Martial Skill Pavilion was seven stories high and exuded a simple and unadorned atmosphere. It radiated with an ancient and famous aura. This was the foundation of the Mizar Peak's lineage.

"Junior Brother Yang, you go in. I won't be accompanying you!" Half a month ago, Man Niu exhausted all of his Sect contribution points and exchanged them for a lower Huang class movement technique. Now, he only had a few contribution points left on him, not to mention exchanging for the Yellow Level Martial Skill, he couldn't even use the most basic martial skill, so he couldn't enter this Martial Skill Pavilion.

"Alright, Senior Brother Man Niu please wait for a moment, I will be back soon!"

Just as Yang Fan took a few steps, before he even had the time to take a few steps, he saw a purple-robed, owl-faced, eagle-eyed old man striding out of the Martial Skill Pavilion with dragon and tiger steps.

"Junior Brother Yang, that is a Bone Forging expert who has been refined to the level of a deacon. She is the person in charge of the Martial Skill Pavilion on the first floor. She has a high position and countless outer and inner disciples must fawn on him …" Man Niu took a step forward and introduced the person to Yang Fan in a low voice. Suddenly, her voice paused, and said with some disbelief, "I … Am I seeing things? This... This deacon should be good... "It seems like he's walking towards us …"

As he spoke, the deacon had already arrived at a distance of ten meters away from them.

In that moment, Yang Fan felt a mountain pressing down on him.

"Hiss …" How powerful, he is not that much weaker than the Chief of Staff Bai, the current me, is definitely not his opponent! " Yang Fan secretly shivered in his heart.

"Young man, are you Yang Fan?" The corners of Deacon Ying's mouth curled up as he spoke amiably towards Yang Fan. However, a trace of undetectable playfulness flashed across his eyes.