The cabin door opened.
Wang Zhe led the six students off the airship one by one.
The interprovincial airship of Dazheng City would set off once every half a month to the Guardian's Residence. If the residents and martial artists of the eight nearby cities wanted to go to the Guardian's Residence, Dazheng City was the place they had to pass through.
It was said that this route had been running for more than 30 years and had always been unimpeded. Even if some ignorant birds or high-level demonic beasts came to make trouble, the three Grand Masters at the peak and one Spiritual Alchemist on board the interprovincial airship could easily solve the problem.
Moreover, the interprovincial airship itself was a huge moving city. The inside and outside of the airship were protected by formations. The level of the formations was even two levels higher than that of the West Chu City's City Protection Formation. Even if they encountered a king-level demonic beast, they would have a certain degree of defensive power.
An Sheng followed behind Yang Fan. Looking at the hundred-meter-high airship in front of him, he pointed at Yang Fan and asked, "Brother Fan, do you know how much it costs to take such an interprovincial airship?"
Without waiting for Yang Fan to answer, An Sheng said aloud, "At least 50,000 Federation coins per person. There are seven of us. A round trip will cost at least 750,000 Federation coins."
Yang Fan was stunned.
So expensive?
It was just a trip to the Guardian's Residence. Damn it, it would cost the net income of the Yang Family Restaurant for nearly five years. It was really awesome!
However, why did the fatty suddenly say this to him? Was he showing off?
"Really?" Zhu Yuchen and Jin Wenze exclaimed at the same time and looked at An Sheng in disbelief. Obviously, although An Sheng's voice was soft, they all heard it.
Zhu Yuchen and Jin Wenze's family background was similar. They had never left West Chu City and had only occasionally heard of such a huge thing like the interprovincial airship.
They had never thought that it would cost 50,000 Federation coins to take such an interprovincial airship.
Compared to the two of them, Chu Feiyun and Duan Xiaorui were much calmer. Obviously, they had some understanding of the interprovincial airship and were not very surprised by the price.
"Tsk!" Ansheng cast a disdainful glance at Zhu Yuchen and Li Yundong. "Are you for real? Look at how inexperienced you are. This is only an interprovincial airship. If you know the price of an intercontinental airship ticket, you'll probably be surprised!"
At the mention of the intercontinental airship ticket, An Sheng's heart ached.
A hundred thousand yuan was only for the lowest economy class one-way ticket. Unfortunately, he didn't even have two thousand yuan on him right now. Yet, he was still fantasizing about bringing Yang Fan to the Land of Spiritual Sources after the college entrance exam.
So damn poor!
"Mental Thrust!"
Regardless of whether An Sheng was scolding him indirectly or not, Yang Fan had already unknowingly begun to take his words to heart. Thus, when he saw the little fatty's disdainful gaze, Yang Fan didn't hold back at all.
Just now, when An Sheng suddenly mentioned the intercontinental airship ticket, Yang Fan instantly understood the damn fatty's meaning.
If he wanted to go to the Land of Spiritual Sources, the cost of travel was undoubtedly a huge problem. An Sheng was now so poor that he almost became a ghost. How could he afford to take the intercontinental airship ticket?
This guy was obviously reminding him in a disguised way that it was time to prepare the fare.
Little guy, you're quite scheming. You actually dared to trick me.
Yang Fan looked at An Sheng in disdain. If he couldn't even afford the ticket, how could he go to the Land of Spiritual Sources? Wasn't he obviously trying to cheat his master?
This guy, this time, he was so eager to participate in the resource competition of the House of Guardians this time. Could it be that he was here for the ticket money?
An Sheng's figure stiffened. Instantly, his face flushed red and sweated profusely. His expression was so painful that it was as if he was constipated.
"Master, please spare me. I know I was wrong!"
An Sheng cowered instantly and hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Yang Fan to apologize.
In just that instant, he sensed Yang Fan's Mental Strength surging toward him like a vast ocean. His Mental Defense was like a thin layer of paper under Yang Fan's Mental Attack. It didn't even last 0.01 seconds before Yang Fan directly pierced through it.
"So powerful! Compared to yesterday, he seems to be a lot stronger again! This monster, what level has his Mental Cultivation advanced to now? Level 4 or 5? "
An Sheng's heart trembled. The longer he stayed with Yang Fan, the more he could feel how powerful Yang Fan was. He couldn't compare at all.
He felt that standing beside Yang Fan, his identity as the little disciple seemed to be more and more appropriate.
Back then, An Sheng didn't even feel so defeated and powerless in front of that old man An Dao.
"An Sheng, who are you talking about …"
Zhu Yuchen was not a good-tempered person. Being despised and ridiculed by An Sheng like this, a ball of fire instantly rose in his chest. This damn fatty seems to be asking for a beating.
So what if he's a Mental Reader Master? If Chu Feiyun can defeat him, so can Zhu Yuchen!
Zhu Yuchen was about to go forward and teach An Sheng an unforgettable lesson, but he saw An Sheng's little fat face suddenly turn into a cooked crayfish, red and emitting a faint white mist.
What's going on?
It's cooked. Is he going to become an immortal?
"Student Zhu Yuchen, Student Jin Wenze, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said so much. Please forgive me!"
In the next second, An Sheng's attitude changed 180 degrees. He turned directly to Zhu Yuchen and Jin Wenze and bowed to apologize. His attitude was so sincere that even Chu Feiyun and Duan Xiaorui, the two onlookers, were almost moved.
The four of them couldn't help but glance at Yang Fan who was closest to An Sheng at the same time. There was no need to ask, it was definitely Yang Fan who casually taught this little fatty an unforgettable lesson. Otherwise, this fellow would absolutely not be so obedient and peaceful.
To be able to make An Sheng, a Level Two Spirit Reader Master, unknowingly succumb to a setback, Yang Fan really had some skills. He was indeed worthy of being the contestant who once defeated Chu Feiyun and won the competition for resources in one fell swoop.
Zhu Yuchen snorted at An Sheng. The anger in his chest gradually dissipated. He flung his sleeves and ignored An Sheng. After all, they were all members of the same team. If An Sheng was not so annoying, he did not want to cause any internal strife before the competition.
Jin Wenze was the same. He even cast a grateful glance at Yang Fan. He had suffered losses in An Sheng's hands. Naturally, he knew how insidious and powerful An Sheng, this little fatty, was. If they really caused trouble, he and Zhu Yuchen might not be his opponent.
Fortunately, Yang Fan intervened in time to save everyone's face and avoid a lot of conflicts and awkwardness.
"Okay, this matter is over." Yang Fan raised his hand and patted An Sheng's shoulder, secretly helping him remove the needle-like feeling brought about by the Mental Spike. He smiled and said to Zhu Yuchen and the others,
"Now that we are all in the same boat, I don't want any misunderstandings or unpleasantness between us. After all, we are going to the House of Guardians this time to be the champion of the Challenge Tournament. If anyone dares to cause internal strife or deliberately cause trouble, I won't be lenient."
As he said that, Yang Fan deliberately lowered his head and looked at An Sheng again. He asked softly, "Student An Sheng, do you think what I said makes sense?"
An Sheng quickly nodded. "It's more than just making sense. It's simply a famous saying. If anyone dares to have an opinion, I, An Sheng, will be the first to not let him off!"
This little boot-licking was very comfortable.
Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction. He liked An Sheng's enthusiasm for being practical.
Chu Feiyun, Duan Xiaorui, and the others glanced at An Sheng in disdain at the same time. With such an example of bullying the weak and fearing the strong as an example, they had doubts and prejudices against the noble profession of Spirit Reader Master for the first time.
Even a guy like An Sheng could become a Spirit Reader Master. The heavens were really blind.
However, they agreed with Yang Fan's words. No matter what, their current goal was to be the champion of the Challenge Tournament and obtain more cultivation resources for Huanan Martial Arts School and themselves.
Although An Sheng was a little wretched and a little outspoken, he was after all a Level Two Spirit Reader Master. He was a special force in the team. With him around, their performance in the Challenge Tournament would indeed be of great help.
Therefore, they could only bear with it for the time being.
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"
"Brothers, guess what I just saw? I saw several toads squatting at the entrance of the waiting room and yawning. They even boasted shamelessly that they wanted to obtain the resources of the House of Guardians to become the champion of the Challenge Tournament. Don't you think it's funny?! "
Under the mediation of Yang Fan, all the members of the Huanan Martial Arts School Team put aside their prejudices. When they were about to step into the waiting room, a very arrogant voice suddenly sounded behind him.
The laughter was wild and unrestrained. Beside him stood five young people wearing the same student uniform as him. These people had their arms crossed and were looking at Yang Fan and the others with sneers and disdain on their faces.
Yang Fan saw the words "Luo City Martial Arts School" printed on the front of their uniforms. Obviously, these people were also going to take the interprovincial airship to the House of Guardians.
The one who laughed and spoke just now was a thin and tall man. He was 1.9 meters tall and as thin as a bamboo pole. However, his voice was surprisingly loud. His laughter attracted the attention of almost all the passers-by around him.
"A third-grade Martial Master. His cultivation is similar to Chu Feiyun's. No wonder he's so arrogant."
Yang Fan saw the cultivation strength of this thin and tall man at a glance. He was secretly shocked. It seemed that the West Chu City was not the only city with geniuses. Other cities and martial arts schools were also not lacking in geniuses.
Looking past the thin and tall man, Yang Fan looked at the students behind him one by one. Then, he was even more surprised. They were all third-grade Martial Masters. This Luo City Martial Arts School seemed to be very awesome!
On the right side of this group of students stood a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses. He was chubby and had an amiable face. He seemed to be the leading teacher of this Luo City Martial Arts School.
The leading teacher's gaze first stopped on Wang Zhe for a moment. Then, he kept looking at Yang Fan and the others. Finally, his gaze stopped on Yang Fan. Obviously, Yang Fan's exposed cultivation strength of a fourth-grade Martial Master had successfully attracted his attention.
Looking at this guy's smiling face and seeing that the students of the two schools were about to clash, he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping them. Yang Fan immediately determined that this teacher was definitely not a good person. Even if he wore a pair of glasses, it still couldn't hide the unique aura of a refined scum.
People who practiced martial arts were generally strong and had good eyesight. It was rare for them to be short-sighted. However, the teacher in charge of the Luocheng Martial Arts School was wearing a pair of thick bottoms. It was definitely not the kind of flat glasses or empty frames that were specially made for the sake of acting cool.
He was a very strange person.
"Where did this dung beetle crawl out from? Why are you spewing out dung on the street? I'm going to die from the smell. Where's the cleaning robot? Come out and clean up this pile of bugs!"
As soon as An Sheng opened his mouth, the faces of the six students on the opposite side changed instantly. The killing intent on their bodies was awe-inspiring.
However, Chu Feiyun, Zhu Yuchen, Duan Xiaorui and the others were in a good mood. A feeling of a common enemy naturally rose from the bottom of their hearts.
In terms of verbal attacks, they were convinced by the little fatty An Sheng.
He was good at angering his own people, but he was even better at angering outsiders!
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