South China Martial Arts School, Class 29, Grade 3, Grade 3.

When Yang Fan walked into the classroom leisurely from outside, he happened to see An Sheng teaching several male classmates in the class a lesson.

Several mental stings stimulated several students to scream, causing a lot of noise in the whole class.

After just a glance, Yang Fan guessed what was going on.

Because behind the last row where he and An Sheng were, a desk was temporarily added today, and the person sitting in front of the desk was Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian has a pure and sweet appearance, white and crystal-clear skin. When she smiles, the dimples on both sides can hold two taels of wine, which is so many times better than Hua Yue, the most beautiful classmate in the class.

Such a pure and cute beauty suddenly appeared in the class. The little boys in the class were still looking straight, so they came over to chat with each other and got close to each other, which was normal.

"This guy Ansheng said he didn't care, but he was really fragrant in his heart? Hypocritical!"

Yang Fan glanced at An Sheng, who was protecting food, and walked straight backwards.

When he approached, Yang Fan waved his hand gently, lifted the confinement and mental interference on several people, and then glared at An Sheng: "Are they already a Level 6 spiritual mind master, and they are still embarrassed to bully their classmates under the martial arts master, bullying the weak, are they conscious?"

An Sheng smiled embarrassedly.

Not to mention, it’s really interesting to bully the weak, and it feels so good.

He wanted to teach these little bastards a lesson for a long time, and he finally got a chance today. So why don’t he bully enough?

Xu Le, Song Zi'an and others who were rescued by Yang Fan, heard the conversation between Yang Fan and An Sheng, and their faces were full of ghosts.

What's the thing?

This fat man Ansheng is actually a Level 6 spiritual master?!

Holy.

No wonder they always feel a sense of frustration when facing Ansheng, no wonder Principal Chen agreed to let Ansheng represent the South China Martial Arts School to participate in the ring block of the garrison in the garrison.

After a long time of trouble, it turned out that this fat man was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, as hateful as Yang Fan before.

You are so dicky, you said it earlier. If you had known that you were a Level 6 spiritual psychic master, you would have come to compete with you for a girl!

Several people looked at Yang Fan again. Yang Fan didn't seem to change much, but the aura on his body became more and more elegant. Why did he cultivate it? He could not sense any of them at all.

However, seeing Yang Fan rescued them from An Sheng so easily just now, anyone could see that his strength must be above An Sheng.

"Even the fat man An Sheng is already a level 6 spiritual master. Wouldn't Yang Fan, a guy who hides deeper, be even more powerful?"

Originally, they were a little unconvinced when they heard Yang Fan deliberately belittle them. Now, they all clamped their tails one by one, said timidly to Yang Fan and thanked him. Then they carefully slipped back to their seats, not even daring to look back.

At this time, Mu Qianqian stood up gently and respectfully stepped forward to greet Yang Fan: "I have met the master!"

Yang Fan nodded slightly and set up a mental barrier to prevent the conversation between them from being heard by classmates outside.

After looking at Mu Qianqian deeply, Yang Fan asked in a low voice: "Why are you here too? You just broke through last night. Don't you have to continue waiting to consolidate your cultivation?"

Mu Qianqian was stunned. I wonder how Yang Fan saw it. She is already a spiritual master now, and her cultivation level is one level higher than Yang Fan. Logically speaking, Yang Fan should not be able to see it when she deliberately concealed the fluctuations in her cultivation level.

Aunt Qing was right, and there was indeed a big secret in the little master Yang Fan.

"I just knew I couldn't hide it from the master." Mu Qianqian said embarrassedly: "I took the pills given by my master last night, as well as some cultivation resources given by the clan leader when I was about to come out, so I broke through it if I accidentally did it."

Accidentally?

Yang Fan's mouth twitched. Isn't this a word he often uses when he often pretends to behave in front of others. Unexpectedly, he was pretended by his disciples today.

"The word "careless" is well used." Yang Fan nodded in agreement with deep feelings: "After all, I used to be so careless that I couldn't even defend myself."

"Well?"

Mu Qianqian opened his mouth in confusion, but he didn't even recall it for a while. Why are you careful and what should you prevent?

But soon, Mu Qianqian turned around and looked at Yang Fan speechlessly, feeling that his Taoism was far behind Yang Fan.

The master is worthy of being a master. Even if he pretends to be a dumb, he can pretend to be speechless.

Mu Qianqian was completely convinced.

She was helpless when she met such a shameless master.

An Sheng had long been used to Yang Fan's shamelessness, and was also used to being hit by Yang Fan, so he didn't have any special feeling.

His current attention is all his attention on what Yang Fan said just now, breaking through last night.

What have you broken through?

If he remembers it well, Mu Qianqian had just advanced to level nine spiritual thought master when Bai was in Daixing City yesterday.

If you break through now, wouldn’t that be a spiritual master?

How is this possible?

Even if she took the three level 7 soul refining golden elixirs that Yang Fan gave her, it should not be enough to support him directly reaching the peak state of a level 9 spiritual mind master, and then break through in one fell swoop?

An Sheng couldn't accept it, and felt that the gap between him and Mu Qianqian seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

"Qianqian, are you a spiritual master now?"

An Sheng finally couldn't help asking directly. When Mu Qianqian heard this, he turned his head and smiled sweetly at him: "Yes, Brother An Sheng, I am already a spiritual master now, very awesome!"

Mu Qianqian smiled proudly and made an encouragement gesture for An Sheng: "Brother An Sheng should work hard, and strive to advance to the spiritual master as soon as possible, so that we can stay by the master's side and continue practicing!"

An Sheng nodded with a bitter smile. He wanted to cheer up, but can the spiritual master break through by just shouting a few slogans?

"Master~! Your family also wants to make progress, and you also want to break through to the spiritual master level as soon as possible!"

An Sheng suddenly pinched the orchid finger and leaned towards Yang Fan with a flattering look on his face. With a master, he called Yang Fan a little disgusting. He couldn't help but give this fat man a mental sting.

"Wow! You're really here!"

An Sheng felt pain and shook his head, and couldn't help but glar at Yang Fan: "I kindly called you Master, but you are cruel to treat me like this? I am the chief, the chief of the Demon Destroy Sect, but now I only have a level 6 spiritual master. If I say this, I will not lose my face alone!"

Yang Fan curled his lips: "I have given you the opportunity a long time ago. If you don't work hard, who can you blame?"

"Why don't I work hard?" An Sheng looked aggrieved and raised his hand to pat his round belly: "I'm practicing constantly whenever I have time. In order to practice during this period, I don't even have time to eat or drink water. Now my belly has lost a lot!"

Yang Fan asked directly: "Then tell me, last night, you practiced for a total of hours, and it should be less than three hours, right?"

An Sheng's heart trembled. Why did Yang Fan whisper for three hours? Is it a coincidence or was this girl peeping at him last night?

"It's almost the same, three hours are not considered a short time, right?"

An Sheng felt guilty and did not dare to make false claims.

"Is three hours a lot? There are twelve hours in a night, but you only take out three hours to practice, wasting nearly nine hours in vain. How dare you say that you are working hard?!"

Yang Fan regretted that he was not strong enough to be a steelmaker, and he looked like Zhou Bapi who caught his parents' worker and was lazy and unemployed.

Among all the disciples, the sect, Ansheng, has the highest centripetal force, and the experience in spiritual cultivation is also the most abundant.

But last night, all the disciples practiced for a whole night, and they only stopped at dawn. Only An Sheng, the stinky brat, only practiced for three hours, which made Yang Fan lose hundreds of points of spiritual cultivation experience in vain.

Very angry.

Small trumpets must have the awareness of small trumpets, and such a lazy and unworking atmosphere must not be encouraged.

They are already a level 6 master of spiritual thought master. Is it necessary to sleep again at night? If you don’t practice all night and work hard to improve your cultivation, you are simply committing a crime?

"Now you know you're anxious. Don't you think it's too late?" Yang Fan raised his hand and pointed at Mu Qianqian, and said, "You ask Qianqian, how many hours he would practice every day before? You can also ask Wang Zhe's cousin, how many hours he would practice every day?"

"Do you think other people's successes fall from the sky? Even if you are talented and have no resources, you don't know that those who work hard to practice will never really make a name for themselves!"

An Sheng couldn't help but turn his head and look at Mu Qianqian. Mu Qianqian whispered: "Since I was three years old, I have never slept at night. I just used practice to replace sleep."

"Most of the descendants of our Mu family are like this. Why, isn't Brother Ansheng?"

Mu Qianqian's re-question made An Sheng feel ashamed and discouraged.

Holy.

It turned out that it was not that he was not genius or hardworking enough, but that those guys who were even more genius than him worked harder than him every day. How could this happen? When could I catch up?

When Yang Fan heard Mu Qianqian's answer, he couldn't help but look at him and said, "Damn!" and almost blurted out.

Should I work so hard? A child who is only three years old will not let him sleep. Is there a little human nature?

Fortunately, he and Yang Guo were not born in those wealthy families, otherwise they would have been depressed.

"Cough cough!" Yang Fan coughed lightly and continued to teach An Sheng a lesson: "Have you heard that even a young genius like Qianqian works so hard. What reason do you have to practice for only three hours every night?"

"Don't say that being a brother doesn't give you a chance. If you want to quickly advance to the spiritual master realm, your practice time every night should not be less than ten hours. Otherwise, you can wait to go to the Mu family to be a son-in-law!"

An Sheng's body trembled, then he acted like gritting his teeth and trying hard to be strong, and promised Yang Fan loudly: "Master, don't you be a spiritual master? Isn't it just ten hours? At worst, I will never sleep again in the future! Who is afraid of whom?!"

An Sheng patted his chest and made a sound.

"Remember what you said, I will supervise and investigate from time to time. If I find out that you dare to be lazy, you will know the consequences!"

Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction.

That's right.
Chapter completed!