I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

South China Military Academy, twenty-nine classes in the third grade.

When Yang Fan walked into the classroom from the outside, he saw that An Sheng was shooting a few male students in the class.

A few spiritual assassinations spurred several students to scream and make a whole lot of noise in the entire class.

Only one glanced, Yang Fan guessed what was going on.

Because behind him and Ansheng’s last row, there is a temporary desk added today, and the person sitting in front of the desk is a thousand people.

The appearance of Qian Qianqian is pure and sweet, the skin is white and tender, and when I smile, the small dimples on both sides can hold two or two small wines, which is many times better than the most beautiful Huayue classmates in the class.

Such a pure and lovely big beauty suddenly appeared in the class, the few boys in the class did not look straight, and came over to take a nap, set a near, normal.

"Anson, this guy, doesn't care, his mouth is not really fragrant? Hypocrisy!"

Yang Fan glanced at the safety of the child who was protecting the food and walked straight back to the back.

Going to the front, Yang Fan waved his hand gently, relieved the imprisonment and mental interference of several people, and then scorned An Sheng: "It is already a six-level spirit master, and even smugly bullying the classmates under the martial arts, bullying Are you conscious?"

An Sheng smiled.

Not to mention, it’s really interesting to be bullied. It feels like a thief.

He wanted to teach these little rabbits for a long time. Today, he finally got him a chance. Didn’t he bully enough?

Xu Le and Song Zi'an, who were rescued by Yang Fan, heard the dialogue between Yang Fan and An Sheng. They all had a look of ghosts.

WTF?

An Sheng, this dead fat man is already a six-level spirit master? !

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No wonder they always have a powerful sense of frustration when facing An Sheng. No wonder Chen’s president will agree to let Ansheng represent the South China Military Academy to participate in the battle of the town.

After a long time of trouble, it turned out that this dead fat man is actually playing pigs and eating tigers, just as awful as Yang Fan.

If you are so embarrassed, why do you say it early? I knew that you are a sixth-level spirit teacher. Silly fork will come over and grab your sister!

The eyes of several people looked at Yang Fan again. Yang Fan didn't seem to change much, but the smell of his body became more and more dusty, and the repairing was completely less than half.

However, watching Yang Fan just so easily rescued them from the hands of An Sheng, who can easily see the small appearance of writing, his strength must be above An Sheng.

"Lian Ansheng, this dead fat man, is already a six-level spirit master. Yang Fan, a deeper hiding guy, isn’t it even more powerful?”

Originally heard that Yang Fan deliberately devalued them, they were still not very convinced. Now, all of them have their tails pinched, and they screamed to Yang Fan and said, they carefully slipped back to their own. Seat, not even dare to go back.

At this time, Makiko gently stood up and respectfully came forward to meet with Yang Fan: "I have seen the master!"

Yang Fan nodded gently and laid a mental barrier to prevent the dialogue between them from being heard by the students outside.

Deeply glimpsed the animal, and Yang Fan whispered, "How come you followed, just broke through last night, don't you wait to consolidate it and fix it?"

She has a thousand and a thousand priests. I don’t know how Yang Fan saw it. She is already a spiritual master. It’s better than Yang Fan. It’s reasonable to say that she’s so deliberately hidden. In the case of fluctuations, Yang Fan should not be able to see it.

Qing Yu said that there is nothing wrong with it. Yang Fan, the little master, does have a big secret.

"People know that they don't know the master." Shepherd Qian is embarrassed to say: "I took the medicinal herbs given by the master last night, and some of the cultivation resources given by the patriarchs in the family, so I accidentally broke through." Now."

Not careful?

Yang Fan’s mouth is pumping. This is not the vocabulary he often uses when he is pretending to be in front of others. I didn’t expect it to be installed by my disciples today.

"The word "I'm not careful." Yang Fan has the same sympathy and nod. "After all, it is often so careless for the teacher to be able to prevent it."

"Uh?"

Qian Qian Qian Qian suddenly put a small mouth, for a time did not even return to the taste, what is not careful, what prevention?

However, soon, the animal Qian Qian turned around and looked at Yang Fan silently. He felt that his road was far worse than Yang Fan.

The master is worthy of being a master. Even if it is a forced force, it can be pretending to be so dumb.

Qian Qianqian has been completely convinced.

When she came across such a brazen master, she could do nothing, and she was very helpless.

An Sheng has long been accustomed to Yang Fan's cheeky, but also used by Yang Fan, so there is no special feeling.

His current attention is all on Yang Fan’s just said that he just broke through last night.

What broke?

If he remembers it well, when he was wearing Dai Xingcheng yesterday, she had just graduated to the 9th level.

If you break through now, isn’t that the spirit of the spirit?

How can this be?

Even if she took the three seven-level refining spirits Jin Dan that Yang Fan gave her, it should not be enough to support him to reach the peak state of the nine-level spiritual masters, and then break through in one fell swoop?

Some of Ansheng can't accept it. It seems that the gap between him and her husband seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

"Thousands, are you now a spiritual master?"

An Sheng finally couldn't help but directly asked the voice. She had heard thousands of words and turned to smile at him sweetly: "Yes, An Shengge, I am now a spiritual master, very powerful!"

Qian Qianqian smiled very proudly, and made an encouraging gesture toward An Sheng: "An Shengge also wants to cheer, and strive to be able to advance to the spiritual master, so that we can stay with the master and continue to practice!" ”

An Sheng smiled and nodded, but he also wanted to cheer, but the spiritist can just break a few slogans to break through?

"Master ~! Your family also wants to improve, but also want to break through to the spiritual realm!"

An Sheng suddenly licked the orchid finger, and looked close to Yang Fan with a charming face. A master directly called Yang Fan a bit disgusting, and couldn’t help but give this dead fat man a spiritual spur.

"Wow! You come really!"

Ansheng suffered from a painful sigh, and he couldn’t help but scream at Yang Fan: "The people kindly call you a master, but you are so worried about me? I am the chief, the chief of the demon door, but now only the spirit of the sixth grade. If you say it, it’s not my face!"

Yang Fan grinned: "I have already given you the opportunity. Who can you blame if you don't work hard?"

"How can I not work hard?" An Sheng looked grievances and raised his hand to pat his own round belly: "I just keep practicing as long as I have time. During this time, I have no time to eat even for cooking. There is no time to drink even in the water, and now the stomach is thinning a circle!"

Yang Fan directly asked questions: "Then tell me, last night, you have practiced for a few hours in total, and should not be there for three hours?"

An Sheng’s heart glimpsed, why did Yang Fan take out three hours, is it a coincidence or is this peek at him last night?

"Poor... almost, three hours is not too much?"

An Sheng was guilty and did not dare to argue.

"Is it a lot of three hours? There are twelve hours in a night, but you only took out three hours to practice. It was almost nine hours of wasted, so you dare to say that you are working hard?!"

Yang Fan hated iron and did not become a steel, and a pair of Zhou Yupi who caught the work of the parents.

Among all the disciples, the number of sects of Ansheng is the highest, and the experience of spiritual cultivation is the most abundant.

But last night, all the disciples practiced almost all night, until the dawn of the day, only the stupid boy of Ansheng, only practiced for three hours, causing Yang Fan to lose hundreds of spirits. Force to practice experience.

I am so angry.

The trumpet must have a small enlightenment, so the spirit of being lazy and not working can never be encouraged.

They are already small masters of the spirit level six. Is it necessary to go to bed at night? Do not practice all the way, do not try to improve their cultivation, is it a crime? Is there a wood?

"Now you know that you are in a hurry. Don't you think it's already late?" Yang Fan raised his finger and said that he was thousands of thousands of people. "You ask thousands of people. How many hours have you practiced every day? You can go again." Ask Wang Zhe's cousin, he will practice for a few hours every day?"

"Do you think that the success of others is falling in the sky? Even if it is a talented day, resources are not counted, people who don't know how to cultivate, never think about making a real difference!"

An Sheng couldn't help but look at the animal, and she whispered a thousand words: "Since I was three years old, I never slept in the evening, and I used cultivation to replace sleep."

"Most of the sons of our herdsmen are like this. Why, isn’t Anson’s brother not?”

A thousand questions from the animal husbandry, asked An Sheng a self-defeating form of disappointment.

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It turned out that he was not genius enough and not hard enough, but those who were more talented than him, even harder than him every day, how can this be done, when can I catch up.

Yang Fan heard the answer of Qian Qianqian, but also could not help but look at it, and a sentence of "lying trough!" almost blurted out.

Do you want to fight like this, only three-year-old children will not let go of sleep, is there any humanity?

Fortunately, he and Yang Guo are not born in those wealthy family, otherwise they will all be depressed.

"Cough!" Yang Fan coughed a bit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Continue to teach Ansheng: "Have you heard that even thousands of such young Tianjiao are so hard working hard, what reason do you have to practice only three nights?" Hours?"

"Don't say that if you don't give a chance to be a brother, if you want to quickly advance to the realm of spiritual spirits, you can't practice less than ten hours every night. Otherwise, you will wait to go to the shepherd to be a door-to-door son-in-law. Let's go!"

An Sheng’s body trembled, and even with a strong gesture of gnashing his teeth, he assured Yang Fan: “The master is relieved, isn’t it a spiritual master? Isn’t it ten hours? Never sleep anymore! Who is afraid of who?!"

An Sheng patted his chest and swayed.

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

Yang Fan nodded happily.

That's right.

Great youthful youth, sleep at night, all go to give him a brushing experience is the right way!