In the next two days, Yang Fan's time was arranged a little full.

Freshmen reported, dormitory arrangements, and also invited them to visit the City Lord’s Mansion, the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association, and the Jinghua Branch of the Spiritual Mentors Association.

Among them, two eighth-level martial emperors were cured in the city lord's mansion.

At the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association, two level seven martial emperors, three level eight martial emperors and two peak martial emperors were cured.

In the Spiritual Mind Master Association, two ninth-level spiritual emperors and one peak spiritual emperor were cured.

Don’t ask why there are no emperor-level powerhouses between level 1 and level 6. Ask, it means that their cultivation is too weak. They either died directly in the battle that year, or they were exhausted in the process of recuperation and died of old age.

This is a sad story.

Fortunately, there are so many high-level emperors in the two major associations and the city lord's mansion, and there are three more emperors in vain at the peak of the imperial level.

In addition to the four half-step emperors of the Beijing Wuhan University, Jinghua City is definitely one of the safest cities in the entire Federation.

On this day, Yang Fan woke up until dawn.

As soon as he opened his eyes, An Sheng pulled him out.

"Brother Fan, please be more energetic. The new trial is about to begin!"

Yes, the annual new year trial of Beijing Wuhan University can be regarded as a different opening ceremony arranged for freshmen.

Yang Fan rubbed his eyes and saw that An Sheng was running at the gate. He was stunned: "Fatty, why did you run to the gate? Before the trial begins, shouldn't you go to the playground or gymnasium to gather together and hold meetings?"

International practice: Before any activity begins, don’t school leaders need to make serious speeches, cheer up, and announce trial rules and other aspects in advance?

Now they are just running outside the school just like this. Don’t tell him that if the eldest is Beijing Wuhan University, there is not even a place where students can gather for meetings.

"Have a meeting!" An Sheng curled his lips speechlessly: "Last night, Vice Principal Ye issued a notice. The freshman trial has officially started from 0:00 this morning, so that we students can participate by themselves according to the system prompts in the private intelligence brain."

"If you hadn't had to sleep, and you had to sleep till you'd even set up a soundproof barrier in front of the bed, we wouldn't have been delayed for so long."

"Now, although the students may have already left the city and arrived at the designated trial location!"

An Sheng glanced at Yang Fan with some contempt.

This lazy guy slept in the dark at night. He had the face to teach him how to practice hard, and he could not even slacken at night.

Really, only state officials are allowed to set fires and not the people are allowed to light lamps. They don’t look like a master!

In fact, when they have reached their current state of cultivation, there is no need to sleep on time and on time every day. Under normal circumstances, even if they don’t sleep for half a month or a minute, they won’t feel tired at all, right?

But what happened to Yang Fan? Why does he feel like he was when he was in the South China Martial Arts School. He possessed the Sleeping God and couldn't sleep enough every day.

What's even more excessive is.

You said you should go to bed, why do you need to set up a soundproof barrier? Are you not afraid of monsters attacking the city in the middle of the night, and can't you even hear the sirens?

Nothing is there any warning at all?

An Sheng complained in his heart, and Yang Fan felt something and glanced at the little fat man. The fat man was a little inflated and dared to talk to the master like this.

What does the master do? Do you have to explain it to you, a little apprentice?

Really, how could this kid experience the trouble of a former patient with severe depression who can't sleep for a long time?

He didn't know that now, Beijing Wuhan University has already had four super experts in the half-step imperial realm in vain. He felt extremely secure and didn't have to worry about any foreign enemies attacking.

So, what's wrong with setting up a soundproof shield? Is it wrong to have a good sleep without any interference?

As for the new trial, who would have thought that the leaders of Beijing Wuhan University did not play by the routine and arranged everything on their private intelligence. Did these people not sleep at night?

I originally wanted to give Ansheng some small lessons, such as giving him a long memory of mental stings, but because this kid has been waiting in the dormitory for not leaving early, he is still loyal, so I'll spare him this time.

Communication signals in major areas of the Federation were restored as early as yesterday afternoon with the complete stability of the spiritual tide.

Now, normal video communication can be carried out in the same area.

Yang Fan casually opened his private intelligence and saw that there were indeed some unread information prompts.

Trial time: three days

Trial location: 500 kilometers north of Jinghua City, Cangyan Mountain.

Trial goal: Hunting all monsters in the mountains and rescuing the captive human compatriots.

Trial rules: None

Trial reward: Hunting points and rescue points can be directly converted into school credits. The top three are ranked, and the points are doubled, and some advanced elixirs and several advanced skills are obtained to enter the Hall of Heroes once.

Note: There is no supervision teacher during this trial. All students need to travel with caution and be at stake in life and death.

very good.

Simple and clear.

Except for the last note that looks a bit cold-blooded, nothing is unacceptable.

Sure enough, the college trial task is indeed much crueler and more interesting than the greenhouse trial they experienced in high school that was completely under the protection of their teachers.

Hunting monsters and rescuing human compatriots who are kept in captivity.

This is the real life-and-death trial, which is very pragmatic and more meaningful!

Yang Fan was not afraid at all. He liked the new ceremony of Beijing Wuhan University. Although it was cruel and even a little bloody, it was the best experience for all freshmen to deeply understand the essence of this world!

"Isn't there three days left? Don't worry!"

Yang Fan said softly to comfort An Sheng. He had already clearly felt that this kid's current mentality was very frivolous.

Of course, Yang Fan understands this feeling very well.

Left behind.

Well, it was like the panic and confused state he was in a certain scenic spot when he was traveling with a tour group in the past, and the tour guide and all his companions got in the car and left, and he was left alone in the panic and confused state when he forgot the scenic spot.

"Brother Fan, three days seem to be very long, but have you not seen it? The trial location is 500 kilometers away. With our current journey, whether we can get it in three days is a big problem."

An Sheng frowned and was extremely worried.

The school arranged this way, obviously it was just to let them waste most of their time on the road.

Originally, if Yang Fan hadn't been sleepy, they would have set out from midnight like other students, like the ones who were not sleeping, there might have been some hope.

But now, this little hope is a little hungry.

Yang Fan also frowned and asked softly: "Do you have an airship?"

An Sheng said: "Not to mention airships, even ordinary psychic cars and psychic motorcycles are not allowed to be used. Everyone depends on their strength, relying on their body skills or mental power to rush on their own."

"No, right?" Yang Fan glanced at the information on the wristwatch in confusion and showed: "Didn't it mean there are no trial rules? Why can't you use transportation?"

An Sheng smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, there is indeed no clear regulation that transportation cannot be used, but the school has long said hello to the major trading companies in the city and no one is allowed to provide corresponding transportation convenience to students of Beijing Wuhan University in the next three days."

Yang Fan was speechless.

What's this? Rather than that, wouldn't you just make it clear that the rules cannot be used for transportation? Why do you have to come up with so many routines?

"Chiqian, Chu Feiyun and others?"

After leaving the school gate, she saw that there was no space outside the school gate, and there was no student figure. Yang Fan couldn't help but ask An Sheng.

An Sheng said: "They set out early after midnight."

"The cultivation level of Junior Brother Chu and the other four is a little insufficient. If you rush on the road, you will inevitably encounter some dangers on the way, so I will make the decision and let Qianqian walk with them so that I can take care of him."

Yang Fan nodded, it was not bad, and finally he had some of the chief senior brothers who should be.

Chu Feiyun, Duan Xiaorui, Zhu Yuchen and Jin Wenze are the four of them. They have the highest cultivation level and are only at the level of a master. They are rashly leaving the city and have to travel 500 kilometers all the way. If they are not accompanied by a strong man, it is basically no different from seeking death.

Especially now that there are monsters everywhere, even if you travel at the king level, it is not necessarily safer to travel, let alone the martial artists and the Wuzong.

"So, this 500-kilometer-long marching should be a test for these freshmen for the school."

"If you want to arrive at Kurayan Mountain safely and quickly, unless you are a small number of students who already have the strength of the king, if the rest of them do not fight together and advance and retreat together, they are definitely seeking death."

Yang Fan seemed to have understood the intention of the school leaders in this arrangement.

However, now they want to join the group and set off with the large army, they obviously have stopped rushing.

It is already around 8 o'clock in the morning, and in the past eight hours, the students may have already flew hundreds of kilometers away.

To make clear the direction, Yang Fan and An Sheng flew up and left the northern gate of Jinghua City in a moment.

Standing at the city gate, Yang Fan looked up north.

The fog and miasma ahead are enchanting and vague, and the naked eye cannot see the detailed scenery 1, 1,000 meters away in front of you.

"Brother Fan, let's go!" An Sheng urged softly from the side: "If we don't hurry up and hurry up, we will really not even be able to drink the soup."

Yang Fan turned his head and glanced at the fat man indifferently, and said softly: "Don't worry, follow me and you can get enough food and drink everywhere you go, and you won't be hungry!"

As he said that, Yang Fan had a thought and summoned Xiaohong in the pet space directly.

Trepidation!

A crisp and crisp sound of eagle cry sounded in the ears of the two of them. Eagle Siyuan came out for the first time, flapped his wings, flew high and swooped around in a very sexy way, and finally landed steadily on Yang Fan's left shoulder.

"Master, you finally let me out. I'm stuck inside so hard that my bones are almost rusted!"

Ying Siyuan greeted Yang Fan affectionately, and the kingly aura flashed away.

An Sheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly raised his hand and patted his head.

I'll go!
Chapter completed!