Half an hour later.

There was a lot of cheers in Daixing City.

Some people cried with joy, some roared wildly, some hugged each other, and some laughed loudly.

The Battle of Destroying the City is over, Dai Xingcheng is intact, and they and their families all survived!

God knows how they got through the more than an hour just now. Tens of thousands of monsters and more than five hundred demon kings besieged Dai Xingcheng at the same time. Not to mention that, the demon clan even sent a demon emperor to imprison all the king-level powerhouses in the guarding palace.

Without the protection of the king-level powerhouse, facing the continuous siege and invasion of tens of thousands of monsters, everyone's heads were covered with dark clouds. At that moment, they felt the real doomsday was coming.

But now.

They kept it, the city was not destroyed, the family was not destroyed, and everyone was there!

While cheering, all the warriors on the top of the city turned their eyes to Yang Fan and others who were covered in blood outside the city.

This moment.

The more than twenty human masters outside are the heroes in their eyes!

Especially Yang Fan, the handsome guy wearing the school uniform of the South China Martial Arts School in Xichu City, was so dazzling and cool at this moment.

If Ren Qingzhi, An Sheng, Mu Qianqian and others are the heroes of Dai Xingcheng, then Yang Fan will undoubtedly be their savior.

This time in the city of destruction, Yang Fan almost filled all the high-level monsters of the demon king level, turning the tide and cutting all the main combat power of the monsters under the knife.

If the contribution of saving Dai Xingcheng this time is divided into 100 parts, Yang Fan alone will have to occupy 90 parts!

"Yang Fan!"

"Yang Fan!"

"Yang Fan!"

I don’t know who started it, but it sounded like Zhong Dashan, Yao Chengbin and other students from Qingshan Martial Arts School.

Once Yang Fan's name was shouted out, the warriors around who didn't know Yang Fan's name also followed suit. For a moment, all the warriors in the city were shouting Yang Fan's name, each with excited expressions and full of gratitude.

Yang Fan looked up at the city and looked at the city. He felt happy when he saw the faces that were excited and admiring after the disaster.

"Brother Fan is awesome!"

"Brother Fan is mighty!"

At this time, An Sheng also came over and started to flatter Yang Fan. Yang Fan glanced at him and nodded slightly.

After so long fighting experience, Fatty An obviously had a ruthless aura on his body.

Killing demons to train courage and strengthen qi and blood, that's it.

An Sheng had been hiding in Xichu City for a long time, and his temperament was smooth and lost. In addition, he lacked strength, so he rarely went out of the city to kill monsters. The overall feeling was a bit weak.

But now, after being baptized by thousands of blood of monsters, this girl has become obviously tough, and even her voice when flattering her is much higher than before.

"Not bad!" Yang Fan raised his hand and patted An Sheng on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Warriors should be like this. If they don't kill monsters, they won't see blood. What kind of warriors are they? If they want to be my brother and disciple, such a scene will inevitably be avoided in the future!"

An Sheng grinned, and his snow-white front teeth were exposed: "I also think it's very good. Seeing these little devils in front of me one by one by one by my spiritual wind blade, I also feel good!"

"If there is such an opportunity in the future, please be sure to call me. I will kill all sides more!!"

An Sheng was very proud, and his mental power cultivation suddenly increased by three levels. This girl had not yet completely awakened from the invincible sense of expansion.

Yang Fan smiled faintly and did not remind him that Fatty An now needs this sense of expansion to enhance his courage and self-confidence. As long as he does not commit suicide, this state will be beneficial or harmless to him.

"Master...Brother Fan!"

Mu Qianqian also came over, looked at Yang Fan, and then looked at An Sheng. For a moment, he didn't know what to call Yang Fan.

She was nominally Ansheng's fiancée, and logically speaking, she should have called her according to Ansheng's name.

But An Sheng called Brother Fan and Master in front of Yang Fan, which made Mu Qianqian feel a little confused about the name Yang Fan.

"Whether you call me a master or Brother Fan, it depends on your own thoughts. It's just a title, so don't worry too much."

As he said that, Yang Fan couldn't help but glared at An Sheng. It was all this fat man who didn't know the ranks and inferiority, messing up his own seniority.

Mu Qianqian gently stuck out his tongue and said crisply: "Then I'd better call the master. I'll teach you the truth and answer your questions. The master has been very helpful to Qianqian, and Qianqian is very grateful."

Only those who have personally experienced Yang Fan’s teachings can understand how lucky they are to be attracted by Yang Fan and accepted as disciples.

Mu Qianqian knew very well that the ability to break through to the ninth level of spiritual thought master so easily was entirely due to Yang Fan's help and favor. She cherished this hard-won opportunity.

"It's all a family, so I'll see you when I say this." Yang Fan smiled lightly at the very sweet and cute little girl in front of him, and said, "To be honest, you have good talents, especially your understanding is far beyond ordinary people. It can be considered unique. Being able to accept you as a disciple is also my luck as a master!"

Mu Qianqian was shocked.

What does Yang Fan mean? Could it be that he has seen his hidden blood talent?

It shouldn't be!

How long have they met? From the beginning of meeting and until now, it has not been even three hours yet. How did he see that?

Bloodline talent is not the aura of cultivation. You can guess it by just relying on your eyesight and perception.

Mu Qianqian's bloodline talent for super-divine enlightenment is considered a high secret in the entire Beijing Mu family. No third person in the entire clan knows about it except the current patriarch and Aunt Qing.

But now, Yang Fan obviously had some ideas, so Mu Qianqian couldn't help but think about it more.

"Thank you for your praise from your master. In fact, Qianqian's understanding can only be considered ordinary, and it is not as outstanding as the master said." Mu Qianqian pretended to be shy and lowered his head a little embarrassedly.

Seeing that she refused to admit it, Yang Fan shook his head and smiled slightly, and did not say anything more. Bloodline talent can be regarded as personal privacy, and Mu Qianqian is not prepared for it.

If it weren't for the identification skills and the existence of a master relationship, Yang Fan could allow Yang Fan to check the attribute status of these disciples at any time, Yang Fan might not have been able to find that this little girl had such outstanding talent for understanding.

but.

No matter how awesome the super gods realize the Tao, Yang Fan is not very interested, and he doesn't even have the idea of ​​secretly peeping and understanding and learning.

Nothing else.

No need.

For ordinary people, strong understanding can accelerate their understanding when learning martial arts, and their practice of various martial arts will be far beyond ordinary people.

Just like Mu Qianqian now, he has five skills in total, but they all have reached the state of great perfection. At her age, he is definitely so awesome that he wants to explode. Even many king-level strong men may not have a better understanding of martial arts than her.

But Yang Fan doesn't need it.

If he wants to learn any skills, he doesn't need to practice and comprehend step by step. He just needs to see the martial artists who practice this skill to practice.

If the blood talent of the super god enlightenment is considered a plug-in, then Yang Fan’s system is undoubtedly the king of slaughter!

That's so awesome!

"Remember, don't tell anyone about what I've taught you." Yang Fan looked at Mu Qianqian cautiously and said, "Otherwise, the master-apprentice relationship between us is afraid that there will be no way to continue."

Mu Qianqian nodded vigorously: "Master, don't worry, I can't save it! This is the secret of the master's sect. Even if it is a close relative in the clan, you can't say it lightly!"

Only teaching a very ordinary spiritual secret technique can help her easily overcome the practice barrier of the level 8 spiritual thought master. If she had not experienced this in person and only heard what others said, Mu Qianqian would not believe it.

Therefore, she knew very well how awesome and terrifying Yang Fan's auxiliary method was. If it was really spread, not to mention others, even if she was Aunt Qing, she would probably be unable to help but capture Yang Fan back to their Mu family's secret place and force him to improve his cultivation for all the Mu clan members.

Although the family is important, Mu Qianqian instinctively wants to protect Yang Fan and protect this important secret that is deadly.

Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction.

The extremely friendly favorability and loyalty attribute all played a very good role at this time. He felt a strong sincerity and respect from Mu Qianqian's expression, and well, and endless personality worship.

Yang Fan was in a good mood and he liked this feeling very much.

"Okay, all the monsters have been eliminated, it's time for us to go back to the city!"

Yang Fan greeted the two of them, then looked back at Dahei, who was still picking up corpses and Ren Qingzhi, who was already dark, and said loudly: "Dahei! It's almost enough. You eat meat yourself, at least you have to leave some soup for others to drink!"

In just a while, Dahei had swallowed the corpses of nearly 3,000 monsters. If Ren Qingzhi and his men had not seen the situation were not good, they would have stopped the loss in time and protected the corpses of the hundreds of demon kings and demon generals who were finally killed by Yang Fan, maybe Dahei had already cleaned up the entire battlefield.

"Da Da!"

Dahei licked his lips with unsatisfactory intentions, glared at Ren Qingzhi's eyes fiercely, and then flashed back to Yang Fan's arms, together with Xiaohua, one left and one right, with dog eyes glaring at cat eyes.

"Although Dai Xingcheng has not broken the city this time, the loss is not small at all, so..." Ren Qingzhi looked at Yang Fan with some embarrassment.

Dai Xingcheng suffered huge losses in this battle, and decades of spiritual energy reserves were consumed in one go. The corpses of these monsters in front of him and the demon cores are undoubtedly the best way to supplement them.

Unfortunately, they were all ruined by a big dog.

Ren Qingzhi felt very distressed, but he also knew that this big dog was Yang Fan's pet beast, and Yang Fan made an indelible contribution to this battle of destroying the city. Most of the demon corpses in front of him died at his hands.

Therefore, Ren Qingzhi felt embarrassed to ask Yang Fan directly.

Yang Fan shook his head slightly indifferently, raised and patted the dog's head in his arms, and said to Ren Qingzhi softly: "It's this stupid dog that is too greedy, but fortunately there are still many corpses left of the Demon King, and it finally didn't make a big mistake."

"Principal Ren doesn't have to care about me. Just let someone come to carry these corpses. I have got what I want, enough!"
Chapter completed!