"Dong!"

The boy's fist hit the bronze bell, and the energy wrapped around the fist suddenly exploded, colliding with the light on the surface of the bronze bell, causing the bronze bell to tremble and make a deafening roar.

Everyone present was shocked. No one could have continuously ringed the bronze bell without resting and accumulating energy.

"The second sound..." Someone looked at it blankly and muttered to himself.

"this……"

"This young man is not simple..."

Everyone's eyes looked at Ling Fan differently.

"Can he ring the third sound?" someone whispered.

"Maybe, but I think he should have a rest now. After all, the backlash from the bronze bell is quite large." Someone replied.

"Look! He's going to knock again!"

A shout sounded, and everyone's eyes were staring at Ling Fan, from the beginning of watching the show, disdain to expectation.

After all, no one has been able to ring the third bronze bell in front of the gate of Huang Yanwu Pavilion for three years.

"Don't he need to accumulate energy? Just hit him?" A young man showed doubts. He had tried to go to Huang Yanwu Pavilion to become a disciple, but he failed.

The surface of the copper bell was no longer covered with a faint layer of light, but instead restrained it, and even the original brilliance disappeared, only a strong sense of depression was emitting.

"Try your best..." Ling Feng said.

Ling Fan nodded, then took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

This bronze bell suddenly became ordinary, but as long as a practitioner, he could feel the oppression that was emitted invisibly.

"puff!"

Ling Fan fisted, his sleeves contracted and twisted, and he pressed his arm tightly against his arm. When he punched out, he brought out a strong wind. The speed was so fast that people only saw the blurry moment that the energy in his hand exploded.

"Dong!"

The third sound!

Ling Fan's fist hit the bronze bell hard, and the power was so great that the heavy bronze bell moved slightly.

People were shocked.

This is a five hundred kilogram bronze bell!

How powerful should this boy be?

Just as the onlookers were shocked by Ling Fan's power, the door of the Huang Yanwu Pavilion opened, and a young man in green walked out first, followed by a middle-aged man.

Everything went well.

In the lobby.

The father and son of the Ling family met the owner of Huang Yan.

Both parties introduced each other.

"You are the first apprentice to step into the martial arts hall in three years." Huang Yan glanced at Ling Fan, then asked lightly: "What level?"

"No rank." Ling Fan replied.

"Little brother, the owner asked you what level you are in." The young man in green smiled.

He felt that Ling Fan didn't know what the rank meant, but thinking about it was that such a small place was nothing more than a bronze summoner, and the silver rank was the top of the sky. What could he know?

"Soul-Sense Realm." Ling Fan replied.

"Soul-Touching Realm!" The young man in green was shocked and looked disbelieving.

In contrast, Huang Yan had to calm down a lot, looked at Ling Feng and asked, "Is what he said true?"

"My son hasn't awakened the hero's soul yet."

"Give me your hand."

Ling Fan stretched out his hand.

Huang Yan reached out to hold Ling Fan's hand, and a white energy appeared on Ling Fan's hand.

"It's indeed a soul-feeling!" Huang Yan couldn't help speaking, and his eyes also showed shock.

How could a young man who had not awakened the soul of a hero could actually ring his bronze bell?

Others don’t know, but he knows that the bronze bell is not an ordinary thing, but a magic weapon. A group of people may be able to move it, but if it rings, it won’t work without strength!

How did this teenager do it?

"What do you want to learn?" Huang Yan looked at Ling Fan and asked.

"Sword Technique!" Ling Fan replied.

"Sword Technique?" Huang Yan looked directly at Ling Fan and said, "Although the sword has many moves and looks elegant and beautiful, it is not as good as a knife in terms of power. It is not as good as a gun in terms of domineeringness. It is not as good as a hammer in terms of stability. Are you... sure?"

"I'm sure!" Ling Fan replied.

He believed in his father. Since Ling Feng asked him to learn swords, he would learn swords.

"Since that's the case, I won't force it..." Huang Yan nodded, and his fingers gently tapped the handle on the chair.

Ling Feng naturally knew what this meant. With his palm flipped, a golden coin appeared in his hand.

"This is...gold coin!"

Huang Yan's eyes lit up, while Ling Fan was stunned. Where did his father get the gold coins?

You should know that a gold coin is equal to one hundred silver coins, and a silver coin is equal to one hundred copper coins. This is a great fortune and can make an ordinary family live without worries about food and clothing for a year!

As soon as Ling Feng threw the golden parabola fell into Huang Yan's hands.

"This is the real thing!" Huang Yan thought to himself, rubbing the gold coin with his palm, he already regarded it as his own thing.

"My son learns sword..."

"As the owner of the strongest martial arts hall, I will naturally not disappoint you."

"That's good." Ling Feng nodded.

Ling Feng left, and Ling Fan stayed in the martial arts hall.

"Ling Fan, my name is Yang Qingtian. You can call me Senior Brother Yang. You can find me any matter in the future." said the young man in Qing.

"Okay, Senior Brother Yang." Ling Fan nodded.

Yang Qingtian is the senior brother of Huang Yanwu Pavilion and Huang Yan’s most complacent disciple. He reached the first place at the age of 27 and is the most hopeful person here to enter the golden rank before he was 30 years old.

While talking, Yang Qingtian took Ling Fan to visit the martial arts hall.

"Brother Qingtian, who is this?"

A voice sounded, and the two looked at the source of the sound and saw a woman in white walking towards her.

"He is the master's newly recruited junior brother." Yang Qingtian's eyes became much gentler when he saw the woman walking towards him.

"This is the master's daughter, named Huang Jia."

"Little Junior Brother?" Huang Jia walked up to Ling Fan and stretched his head as if he wanted to see him clearly.

"What's your name?"

"Ling Fan." Ling Fan replied subconsciously.

From childhood to adulthood, I got so close to a girl at one time, and my face became a little hot.

Suddenly, Huang Jia patted Ling Fan's distracted shoulder and said, "Junior brother, I will protect you from now on!"

“Huh?”

Ling Fan was stunned.

Covering me...???

Yang Qingtian sighed speechlessly. Huang Jia looked like a quiet girl, but her personality was the opposite, lively and active, and sometimes a little...

"Okay, I'll take him to visit the martial arts hall." Yang Qingtian pulled Ling Fan over and took him elsewhere.

The martial arts hall is not big, but it is not small. The two of them moved around for about half an hour, and Yang Qingtian finally introduced every place in the martial arts hall.

Ling Fan learned that there were not many people in the Huangyan Martial Arts Hall. Apart from the servants and others, there were only eight disciples in total. After he joined the Martial Arts Hall, he happened to be the ninth one.

It's late at night.

Ling Fan pulled out the sword his father gave him.

Is the road to cultivation finally about to begin?
Chapter completed!