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Between the mountains, on a narrow mountain path, Yang Fan was carrying a bag in each hand as he strode forward. Unknowingly, his tears had completely dried, but Yang Fan's expression was still incomparably resolute!

Dad, mom, son, I swear to you, we'll definitely pass through Bronze Man Lane and not let you down!

Even if one had cultivated hard for ten or twenty years, they might not even be able to reach the small success stage of the Fourth Sky of cultivation, not to mention passing through the Bronze Puppet Lane, which even many of the warriors of the Fourth Sky of Sky would have to face in just five short years. For the majority of the lower ninth grade bloodlines, successfully advancing to the Outer Sect was simply a dream!

Although Yang Fan had a stubborn character, and was quite unyielding, he was not a stubborn person. He was a stubborn person, and the reason why he was so persistent was because he had something he could rely on!

Thinking of the strange events that happened last night, Yang Fan's heart immediately became excited, and his steps became a lot lighter. He would definitely be able to break through to the 4th Heavenly Layer, and he would definitely pass the trial in the bronze men's alley!

Black Bamboo Peak – A small and unremarkable mountain in the Thousand Li Seven Star Mountain Range wasn't taller than a thousand feet because it had numerous swaying Black Bamboo Forests on it, and its name was derived from the Black Bamboo Forest.

There were hundreds of thousands of service disciples in the Seven Stars Sect, so it was naturally impossible for so many service disciples to live in one place, but they were scattered on top of a small mountain like the Black Bamboo Peak. The number of people there was different, more than a few thousand, less than a few hundred, and Yang Fan was one of the six hundred service disciples on the Black Bamboo Peak!

Soon, the sun began to set, and after six hours of wild running, he passed by eighteen mountains. When he saw a mountain peak that was ten meters tall, ten meters tall, and as thick as a bowl and completely black in color, Yang Fan heaved a sigh of relief.

Stepping onto the Black Bamboo Peak, Yang Fan did not follow the mountain path to where the service disciples resided. Instead, he walked straight into the Black Bamboo Forest at the side of the path.

He found a hidden place where no one was around and dug out a deep hole. He stuffed the white jade bottle containing the Superior Grade Invigorated Meridian Pills into the bag that contained a thousand taels of silver and buried it inside.

Everything was ready. After marking the entrance, Yang Fan stepped onto the mountainous path again. Carrying the bundle containing the clothes that his mother Luo Yun had personally sewn, he headed towards his lodgings on the mountainside.

Halfway up the peak, there was a flat piece of land with an area of several hundred mu of land. On it were small, red brick houses. This was the residence of the 600 service disciples of Black Bamboo Peak.

At this moment, all of the service disciples were idle, gathering in groups of three to five on a patch of empty ground in front of the house. Some of them were chatting, some of them holding pots and gobbling down large mouthfuls of food, some of them bare-chested, smearing herbs on their bodies …

In the middle of the empty space, a young man with well-defined facial features, triangular eyes, and a burly build was lying leisurely on a rocking chair. Looking at him, a malevolent look flashed across Yang Fan's face, his teeth were grinding together, his fists were tightly clenched, and veins were popping out …

In the entire Black Bamboo Peak, there were very few people who could compare to him. Logically speaking, at this moment, even if one was not at the middle stage of the Second Heavenly Layer, he should have firmly stepped into the early stage of the Second Heavenly Layer. All of this was because of this person in front of him!

The cause of this matter was simply because Yang Fan could not bear to see the tyranny of this thunderstorm, so he spoke words of fairness for others. Yet, in the end, he was still remembered, making things difficult for others maliciously, trampling on his dignity time and time again … It made Yang Fan wish that he could grind his bones to dust.

However, his reason told him to endure! Patience! Endure it!

Lei Bao was the undisputed number one in their Black Bamboo Peak. He had already entered the fourth sky realm a year ago and had an unfathomable cultivation base. He was hopeful that he could pass through Copper Lane and become an outer sect disciple this year.

If they were to fight, other than getting humiliated, there was no other possibility!

"Yang Fan greets your return!"

It was unknown who shouted, but the eyes of hundreds of service disciples on the open ground all focused on Yang Fan who just came in. To be more precise, it should be the bag in Yang Fan's hands.

In particular, the few service disciples behind Lei Bao were staring at the bundle in Yang Fan's hands like hungry wolves.

"Yo!" "What a big burden. Yang Fan, it seems like your parents have brought you a lot of good things this time. Luo Cheng, let me take a look!" Lei Bao, who was lying on the reclining chair, casually turned his body and waved towards a robust youth behind him.

"Yes, Senior Lei!"

After the robust youth called Luo Cheng responded, he walked towards Yang Fan with an evil grin, "Trash, hand it over!"

Yang Fan's teeth immediately clenched together, his hands tightly grasping the bag in his hands!

Even when returning to the mountain, Yang Fan had already anticipated this scene and hid the most important silver and Invigorated Meridian Pills, but when he truly encountered this, an indescribable feeling of humiliation surged up within his heart.

"Why are you staring like a piece of trash? Why aren't you peeing and taking care of yourself?" Staring? Do you believe that I will dig out your dog eyes!? " While he was cursing, Luo Cheng directly grabbed a corner of the bag. "Trash, bring it to laozi!"

With a push, he was ready to snatch the bag from Yang Fan's hands.

"No!" With an unwilling roar, Yang Fan tightly grabbed the bundle, unwilling to let go.

"What the f * ck!" This trash dares to resist, this is truly defying the will of the heavens! " Luo Cheng's eyes widened as he cursed. He raised his right leg and kicked Yang Fan in the stomach.

"Bam!"

Yang Fan was directly kicked to the ground, and his entire body rolled a few times on the ground. For a moment, it was difficult for him to get up.

"Senior Lei, Yang Fan's bag!"

Without even looking at Yang Fan, who was lying on the ground, Luo Cheng quickly walked in front of Lei Bao and respectfully handed over Yang Fan's bag.

Lei Bao sat up, took the bag from Luo Cheng, and started to unrestrainedly rummage through Yang Fan's bag in front of his master, Yang Fan!

"Poor Yang Fan!"

Many of the service disciples' eyes flashed with pity, but no one dared to speak up for Yang Fan. In the world of martial artists, the strong preys on the weak, and the strong is respected, Lei Bao was not only powerful, he was also their Black Bamboo Peak's number one person. It was said that in the outer sect, there was also a small relationship between them, and not to mention them, even the stewards had to give them some face, not daring to offend Lei Bao!

"F * ck, what the hell!" "Just like that!" Lei Bao, who was looking happily at Yang Fan's bundle, suddenly cursed. He rummaged through the pile but to his surprise, there were only some clothes and shoes, not even half a tael of silver.

Narrowing his eyes, Lei Bao's triangular eyes looked towards Yang Fan like a venomous snake, "Yang Fan, how can you be considered a son of the family? Your parents rarely see you, and they brought you such a few tattered clothes?" Broken shoes? What about silver? Where are the pills? "

Broken clothes?

Broken shoes?

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan, who had just regained his strength, stared at Lei Bao with bloodshot eyes. He gritted his teeth, and with a 'tsk' sound, he clenched his fists tightly, and deeply embedded his nails into the palms of his hands.

If only he had some rationality to tell him that with his shallow level of cultivation, not to mention dealing with Lei Bao, even Luo Cheng and a few of his lackeys would be able to beat him to death.

Those clothes and shoes were all stitched together by his mother. In his heart, they were a hundred times, even a thousand times, more precious than those silky and precious boots!

"You made laozi's expectations go down the drain. Trash is trash. Not only are you trash, the things that you bring back home are trash as well!" Lei Bao was not able to find even half a silver and a pill. With a look of displeasure on his face, he channeled the force in his fist and threw out a punch!

"Puchi!"

The powerful wind from the punch shattered the clothes and shoes made by Luo Yun's mother with her own hands into pieces, scattering all over the ground!

"Ah, roar!"

With a mournful beast roar, the blood vessels on Yang Fan's forehead exploded, and his chest rose up and down like a bellows, a wave of anger, an uncontrollable, unspeakable rage, directly rushed towards Yang Fan's head!

At this moment, the remaining rationality was swallowed by the raging flames, and his eyes were spurting blood. He was like a wild beast that had been thoroughly enraged, wanting to choose a person to devour!

Kill! Kill him!

"Rumble!"

The aura within his body was like boiling water that was about to burst out from his body!

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