"Brother Fan, is this your trump card? When did you hook up with the vice-principal of Jinghua University? "
Fatty An's face lit up as he whispered to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan, on the other hand, was a little dumbfounded. "If I say that I never knew that someone from Jinghua University would come to participate in the trial of the spirit source, and that I don't even know this vice-principal, would you believe me?"
This was not the result that Yang Fan wanted to see at all. This Cheng Yaojin who suddenly appeared out of nowhere had directly interrupted his act of acting tough and taking revenge for Fatty An.
Even if you want to come out and help, can't you come out a little later?
"Student An Sheng, student Yang Fan!" Ye Hanshuang turned her head to look at Yang Fan and An Sheng. She glanced at Jing Er and Mo Yuquan who were lying on the ground and said softly, "Now that you've beaten them up and vented your anger, shouldn't you let them go?"
"Let them go?" Yang Fan shook his head slightly and pulled back Fatty An who was about to take advantage of the situation. He looked at Ye Hanshuang and said softly, "I'm afraid that won't do. My brother and I aren't magnanimous people. If these two little bastards fall into our hands, they won't be able to go back alive!"
After saying that, Yang Fan's strength surged out from under his feet.
Pa!
Pa!
Jing Er's and Mo Yuquan's heads were all smashed into big watermelons under Yang Fan's feet. Blood mixed with brain matter dyed the surrounding ice into a blood-red color.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
"Bastard, give me your life!"
Mo Ming and Jing Ren's breathing stagnated. They couldn't believe that their clan's elite juniors had all turned into cold corpses.
Then the two of them flew into a rage. They didn't care about the vice-principal anymore and rushed over to kill Yang Fan.
An Sheng was also frightened by Yang Fan's sudden attack. It was as if he didn't dare to recognize Yang Fan anymore.
Do you have to be so awesome? Do you have to be so impulsive?
In front of so many Kings, he had stomped two disciples of aristocratic families to death. This was an irreconcilable grudge.
What was Brother Fan doing? He had never seen him so impulsive before. Why did it feel like his hatred for Jing Er and Mo Yuquan was even stronger than his own?
Although An Sheng couldn't wait for the Jing brothers to die, in front of the Jing and Mo Clan's Kings, he absolutely didn't have the guts to directly kill them.
Even if they wanted to do it, wouldn't it be the same if they waited until the spirit source opened and everyone entered the secret realm? There weren't that many King level cultivators in the secret realm to protect them. Even if they killed all the geniuses in the secret realm, they could just blame it on the Demonic Beasts. Why did they have to fight against the King level cultivators on the other side?
This didn't make sense. In terms of the hundred ways to use the Staggering Blow, Brother Fan seemed to be more experienced than him. If even he, An Shuai, could think of the Staggering Blow, how could Brother Fan not think of it?
An Sheng couldn't figure it out.
However, he didn't have much time to think about it because Mo Ming and Jing Ren had already taken the opportunity to attack them.
Mo Ming slapped towards Yang Fan, but Jing Ren had set his sights on An Sheng. His fist was like a rainbow as it pierced through the air towards An Sheng's face.
An Sheng's heart clenched. He knew that he would not be able to keep the top-grade talisman treasure that Yang Fan had given him. With his cultivation base, he simply did not have the ability to withstand Jing Ren's sure-kill attack.
"This old bastard, even now he's still thinking about my An Clan's qualification to enter the secret realm. If this fat lord doesn't die this time, I'll kill him sooner or later!"
An Sheng's heart was ruthless. He knew very well why Jing Ren had directly attacked him. To put it bluntly, his goal was the same as Jing Er's. He wanted to kill An Sheng so that the Jing Clan could smoothly take over the An Clan's quota to enter the secret realm.
This was a secret that almost all the aristocratic families in the Federation knew. However, no one had ever stood up for the An Clan.
Regarding this, An Sheng had already seen through it. Therefore, he never had the extravagant hope that these people would be able to save him in time.
The only problem now was that even if he could borrow the power of the talisman treasure to block Jing Ren's killing blow, what should he do next? No matter how powerful the talisman treasure was, it couldn't defeat a ninth level Martial King!
"Principal Ye, save me!"
An Sheng naturally turned his gaze towards Ye Hanshuang, who had just shown some kindness to them. From the scene of her imprisoning Mo Ming, this Principal Ye's strength was definitely far above Mo Ming and Jing Ren. If she was willing to help, she would definitely be able to resolve this predicament.
Ye Hanshuang's expression was somewhat conflicted.
Yang Fan's rash action just now could be said to have directly lost face. It caused a matter that was within her control to instantly go out of her control.
Both the Mo and Jing Clans had lost a genius descendant. At this time, if she were to intervene, she would definitely offend these two aristocratic families.
However, if she didn't intervene, Yang Fan, An Sheng, and even that Mu Qianqian would probably die here today. It would be a pity if such good seedlings died here.
"How troublesome! The Flowery Monk didn't tell me that this Yang Fan was a troublemaker! "
Ye Hanshuang sighed helplessly in her heart. After hearing Ansheng's cry for help, she finally couldn't hold it in any longer. With a thought, she directly restrained Jing Ren's body, causing his sure-kill attack to stop in front of Ansheng.
As for Yang Fan, Ye Hanshuang didn't directly intervene. Because she also wanted to see why Yang Fan dared to be so unbridled. What kind of backing did he have?
In other words, she wanted to teach this arrogant and rude fellow a lesson. She wanted him to clearly understand what was called reality.
Did he really think that he could be so awesome just because he cultivated both mental and martial arts? Did he really think that geniuses could be so arrogant and overbearing?
Right now, the first lesson that Ye Hanshuang was going to teach Yang Fan was that only geniuses who survived could be considered true geniuses.
Of course, she wouldn't just sit and watch Yang Fan die. If Yang Fan didn't take out a trump card that could deal with Mo Ming, then Ye Hanshuang was confident that she could immediately teleport Yang Fan away from Mo Ming's attack.
Yang Fan stood there calmly, facing Mo Ming's palm that was aimed at his heart. He didn't dodge, and he even had a trace of a smile on his face as he allowed Mo Ming's King's Power to rapidly approach his chest.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing Yang Fan's mocking expression, Mo Ming's killing intent grew even stronger. He had only used 30% of his strength, but now he had increased it to 100%.
He wasn't afraid that this kid had any trump cards. As long as he had enough strength, no matter how powerful his trump cards were, they wouldn't be able to block his full power attack.
Mo Ming's attack speed was very fast, and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that it was lightning fast. In order to prevent anyone from interfering, he wanted to use his fastest speed to smash this junior who dared to offend the Mo family's dignity into meat paste!
"Don't hold back, just die!"
Just as Mo Ming's attack was about to touch his chest, Yang Fan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
Then, all the Kings present clearly saw that a palm-sized black hole suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fan's chest. A pale hand slowly stretched out from the black hole and grabbed Mo Ming's attack.
"What's going on?! Who dares to interfere with my Mo family's business?! "
Mo Ming was a little stunned. He didn't expect that his attack, which he was so confident in, would be so easily blocked like a child's play.
Even an ordinary peak King Stage martial artist wouldn't have such strength, right?
"Who are you? How dare you bully my Mo family? Aren't you afraid …"
Before Mo Ming could finish his words, a red flame exploded in Mo Ming's body.
"I'm not afraid of you! You're already so old, yet you dare to kill a junior. An old thing like you will only be a scourge if you're alive. Since Fan Shaoyi has given the order to kill, then please die properly! "
A slightly weathered voice rang out, and the black hole on Yang Fan's body suddenly expanded again. Tian Buqi slowly walked out of it, dragging a little boy who was in his teens.
With a wave of his hand, he directly sealed Mo Ming's Qi, blood, and consciousness, allowing the red flame to wrap him tightly.
"Young Master Fan, we meet again!"
After that, Tian Buqi suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Fan with a smile. After greeting Yang Fan softly, he pulled the young man behind him and scolded softly, "What are you waiting for? From now on, this is your master. Quickly come over and acknowledge him as your master!"
Yang Fan was stunned. What was going on?
He was wondering why Tian Buqi was so easy to talk to. He wasn't polite at all when dealing with the Mo family's ninth level Martial King. After a long time, it turned out that he had other requests.
"Why should I acknowledge him as my master?" The young man twisted his neck and looked as if he would rather die than submit. He looked up and down at Yang Fan and said, "He's not that great. When Qing Han was in danger, she had to rely on the fourth elder to survive. How can he be as powerful as you and my sister said?"
"Bastard! Just acknowledge him as your master. Why do you have so many questions?! Do you know how much effort I and your sister have put in to get you a chance to acknowledge him as your master?! "
Tian Buqi couldn't help but smack the young man's head. This stinking brat was even more worrisome than his sister. He was too disobedient.
"Elder Tian, could this be the genius brother that girl Feiyao was talking about?"
Yang Fan looked at the young man and said softly to Yang Fan, "Don't be in a hurry to acknowledge him as your master. After all, a melon that is forcefully twisted will not be sweet. I, Yang Fan, do not have the habit of forcing others to acknowledge me as their master."
"How about this, you can let him follow me for a while. When he understands me and feels that I am qualified to be his master, it won't be too late for him to acknowledge me as his master."
Yang Fan had seen many such troublemakers. He didn't have much time right now. When he had more free time, Yang Fan would have plenty of methods to teach him.
"Alright, as long as Young Master Fan is willing to accept him, there won't be any problems!"
Tian Buqi grinned and cupped his hands at Yang Fan. He looked as if he would obey any orders.
Behind them, Mo Ming was still struggling and screaming in the red flames. After all, he was a ninth grade King. He wouldn't be burned to death so easily.
However, as time passed, and Yang Fan and Tian Buqi were chatting for a few seconds, Mo Ming's screams became weaker and weaker. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to live for long.
He cursed incessantly and begged for help. However, just like when he'd made a move against Yang Fan and An Sheng, not a single one of the spectating Kings stepped forward to lend him a hand.
Relationships in aristocratic families were often so cold.
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