C262 Sect master's summons

In the main hall.

The maid Cao Yan frowned and looked at Yang Fan with blazing eyes. She wished that she could immediately throw herself into Yang Fan's arms and have a good time with him.

Most outer sect disciples could barely save a spirit stone without eating or drinking for a year. And Yang Fan bestowed a hundred spirit stones to each of them, which was practically the lifetime income of many outer sect disciples, not to mention the incomparably precious Ling Dan — — Bone Ablutionary Dan s. Even the generous actions of many core disciples could not compare to them in terms of wealth, and in addition, they were not lazy looking, they were the number one monster in their Seven Stars Sect, and in their hearts, they were simply the most perfect god!

Unfortunately, Yang Fan acted as if he did not see her burning gaze at all, and said, "Mn, let him in."

"Master, this …" Hearing this, Cao Yan did not directly leave, but instead looked at Yang Fan with some hesitation, as if he wanted to say something at the same time. The seven main peaks of the Seven Stars Sect, had always been the place where the's core disciples trained, and since Zhuang Feng came from, his status was self-evident, it was definitely that of a high and mighty core disciple. And due to the strict level of the Seven Stars Sect, when the core disciples come to the outer sect, the outer sect disciples would have to kneel down and welcome them.

"Just do as I say!" With his current cultivation level, forget about a mere ordinary core disciple, even the almighty 36 evildoers from Heavenly Ranking didn't have the qualifications to let him go out and receive them!

The expert had her dignity as a expert. How could those Ancestor Martial Marquis lower themselves to welcome a core disciple?

"Yes, master!"

However, Cao Yan was clearly not aware of all of this. Her soft voice contained a hint of worry and also a trace of confusion. From the looks of it, the people of Family Lord were not unreasonable.

Outside the Ling Yun Courtyard.

His figure looked thin and frail, and his aura was also extremely flat, like that of a scholar who could not even hold a chicken. However, occasionally, a hint of sword light would burst out, as if it could cut through everything, destroy both of his eyes, as if it was as deep as the starry sky of the universe, as if it could absorb endless light at any time, his spine would straighten up, as though a Supreme Divine Sword was hidden inside his body. It was as if his aura could support even the heavens itself, making him prostrate down in respect!

He was one of the one hundred and sixty-eight core disciples of the Tianshu Branch, Zhuang Feng, who was known as the Cyan Robed Swordsman!

"Senior Brother Zhuang Feng, our Family Lord has an invitation!" Cao Yan respectfully bowed towards Zhuang Feng, her heartbeat faintly accelerating.

"What a Yang Fan, he really has no respect for his elders!" He was thinking that although he, Zhuang Feng, was not a monster with monstrous Heavenly Ranking, he was also one of the few expert s among the core disciples. Even though this Yang Fan's talent was extraordinary, far surpassing his, he was still only an outer sect disciple who dared to look down on him!

He wanted to turn around and leave, but when he thought about his mission, he stopped himself in his tracks, "Yang Fan, I want to see what abilities you have to dare look down on me!"

Very quickly, under Cao Yan's lead, Zhuang Feng entered the main hall. Seeing that Yang Fan, who was still seated on the main seat and did not have the slightest intention to get up to welcome him, Zhuang Feng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

At this moment …

Yang Fan's gaze casually swept across Zhuang Feng, and in that moment, Zhuang Feng felt as though his entire body was being shot by an extremely profound energy, to the point that it seemed to be bare fruit and there was no secret about it!

"Superior Grade Eight Bloodline, late stage fifth stage Martial Master, initial stage of sword intent. Not bad!" Yang Fan's eyes lit up, with Zhuang Feng's cultivation and strength, even if he was not in the top 100 among all the Seven Stars Sect core disciples, he would probably not be far from it.

"Hiss!" How could it be like this! "

Zhuang Feng's body shook as if a basin of bone-piercing ice water had been poured down, instantly extinguishing the raging anger in his heart. This sort of feeling, as if his body had been peeled clean, was something he had only felt before from a few Sect leaders, and among those people, the weakest were ten great perfection stage martial masters who had condensed 360 spirit bones!

"It's hard..." Could it be that Yang Fan was a Tenth Perfection Martial Master? This... "How is that possible, even if it's Senior Brother Jun Haoran, currently, he is only at the ninth heaven realm …"

The Noble Sword — Jun Haoran, the chief disciple of Dubhe Peak, and also the person with the highest Heavenly Ranking!

"Zhuang Feng, why are you looking for me?"

"Reporting to Senior Brother Yang Fan, Sect Master wants to see you!" In the Warrior world, the expert was revered. No matter how much experience she had, it was all an illusion, and Yang Fan being able to see through his lies with a single glance, even if he was not a Tenth Perfection Martial Master, his fighting strength would not be much weaker. It was something he could not compare with!

At the same time, a deep sense of defeat rose up in his heart. Zhuang Feng was a heaven's pride expert of his generation and had received the admiration of the entire world, but compared to Yang Fan, that monster, he had lived thirty years to become a dog. Some peerless genius, calling him a genius would even think highly of him!

"Sect Leader wants to see me?"

Yang Fan's eyes flashed a look of bewilderment, but he did not actually doubt that the sect master would know about his return to the Sect. Previously, he had swaggered on his flying boat and entered the Seven Stars Mountain Range, but as the sect master had great abilities, there were countless of formations, restrictions, and sentries, and the higher ups of the Seven Stars Sect knew that he was returning.

After all, the current him, was still an outer disciple of the Seven Stars Sect, and was not yet promoted to the ranks of the core disciples.

"Hm!" I understand, I'll be there right away! "

He was no longer the little Warrior of the Eighth Empyrean who had to be careful when meeting a Chief of Staff Bai a few months ago. Forget about it, as long as Sect Master was not stupid, he would not be able to deal with a Peerless Evildoer like him, even if there was really a plan he wanted to scheme against, he was confident that she could deal with it. For the better part of half a month, Yang Fan was not only playing with his parents at home.

In a short ten days, he had gained another two tons of Black Iron essence, causing the Black Iron Battle Body to take another big leap forward. With just the Pure Strength Of Body, Yang Fan had the ability to rival a Top Martial Marquis, and if he used all his trump cards, even if it was an ordinary Intermediate Martial Ancestor, it would still have to wait and see who would win.

However, Yang Fan and Zhuang Feng were both extraordinary people. Even if it was Zhuang Feng who used his full strength to erupt, his speed would almost reach twice the speed of sound, and even if it was his normal speed, it would still be able to reach twice the speed of sound. In less than an hour's time, Dubhe would already be in sight on that day!

The entire mountain was like a Supreme Divine Sword that rushed into the sky, piercing through the clouds. Streams of auspicious clouds surrounded the mountain, countless cranes and great roc flew down, the countless waterfalls were like jade dragons, the celestial sound was faint, countless glorious palaces were built on top of the mountain, the beautiful purple flowers were beautiful, and there were old ivy trees on the mountain. The birdsong was even more serene, but now, as it approached December, not a single strand of the cruel winter chill that should have existed, as if the four seasons of spring had been cut off.

On the summit, there was a large plaza that was entirely made of white jade. The area was wide, and it was likely no less than ten thousand mu of fields, and in the center of the White Jade Square, there was a group of palaces. If one counted the thickness, there would probably be no less than a hundred.

Very soon, Yang Fan was brought to the front of a vast hall by Zhuang Feng, and reported respectfully, "Sect Master, this disciple has brought Senior Brother Yang Fan here!"