C403 The Whole Courtyard Was Shaken
C403 The Whole Courtyard Was Shaken
Thinking back to that year, in order to become Dongfang Sheng's disciple. . . Now that he thought about it, It was filled with tears, and the final ceremony to become Dongfang Sheng's disciple. . . It was just a intermediate King's Secret Treasure. Compared to the True Talisman and Sword Immortal's puppet. . . They were both disciples. Why was there such a huge gap between them?!
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He watched as Yang Fann's back gradually disappeared from his line of sight. The Great Elder, Zhong Yun said with some worry, "Academy Lord, it's not a big deal to let Yang Fann enjoy the treatment of a high rank black-clothed elder, but it's not appropriate to allow him to freely enter and exit the martial arts Hall's 8th layer. He can casually flip through the first seven levels. . . "
Some things were worse than others. Although Yang Fann's talent was extraordinary, far surpassing his peers, and even the Heaven's End Swordsman, Luo Wuya, was far inferior to him, even so, it would be fine if he made an exception and allowed Yang Fann to enjoy the treatment of a senior elder in black. Any more preferential treatment would make people jealous and hate him!
The most unpredictable thing in the world was the human heart!
"It's fine, it's just a few clowns, it's hard for them to become great. . . " Dongfang Sheng lightly shook his head, not caring at all. Being not envied by others was a mediocre talent, if they couldn't even deal with some small troubles. . . Yang Fann wasn't worthy of his attention.
"Academy Lord, I still. . . " Zhong Yun opened his mouth. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he was still worried. Jealousy was a sin. If a person was jealous, However, he could do anything. There was a saying, There is a saying. It was easy to hide from a hidden arrow in the open, but hard to defend against a hidden arrow in the dark. It was not easy for their Northern Wasteland Courtyard to produce such a Peerless Evildoer. If he died under those crafty plots, it would not be worth it.
"Elder Zhong, please relax. This Disciple of mine is not as simple as you think!"
"Not as simple as I thought? This. . . How is this possible!" Upon hearing this, Zhong Yun's heart trembled slightly. He looked at Dongfang Sheng in disbelief. He had already overestimated this Yang Fann. A mere two to nine years old warrior with the combat strength of High Grade King. This was already shocking. Could he really have the combat strength of a Top-Level King warrior?
One had to know that among the ten great elders, the last few were merely Top-Level King, but none of them had cultivated for thousands of years to have their current cultivation base!
However, looking at Academy Lord's solemn expression, it didn't seem like it was fake!
"Could it be. . . Could it be? Could it be that. . . This Yang Fann really possesses the combat strength of a Top-Level King?" Suddenly, the faintly discernible dangerous aura when he first met Yang Fann flashed in his mind, "Difficult! Could it be that I wasn't mistaken?"
At this moment. . .
Dongfang Sheng chuckled lightly, "Elder Zhong, whether it's true or false, you'll know with a single look!!"
In the next moment. . .
With a wave of his hand, a huge Hologram that was several dozen feet tall appeared in front of the two of them. Very quickly, a human figure flashed within the Hologram. Yang Fann's performance in the Twelve Level Lock Demon Pagoda was replayed.
Zhong Yun and the other Great Elders, and even the four Vice Elders, Academy Lord, were not qualified to investigate what had happened in the Demon Sealing Tower. However, Dongfang Sheng, as the master of the first courtyard, didn't have that limitation. It was precisely because of this that he couldn't wait to accept Yang Fann as his disciple. In the end, he didn't hesitate to entice Yang Fann.
If Yang Fann had only spent three days like he did when he was outside and had barely broken through to the Twelve Level Lock Demon Pagoda, he would not have been in such a hurry. He might have had to put on a show and set up a trap. After testing Yang Fann's character and deciding whether to accept this Disciple, not everyone had the qualification to become Dongfang Sheng's disciple.
"Hiss. . . He. . . He is using tens of thousands of demons as prey. . . Good. . . Such a terrifying foundation, I am far from being able to compare. . . No wonder he stayed in the 11th level of Demon Sealing Tower for so long. It turned out that he was refining those Dark Giant. However, the speed at which he was refining them was too frightening. This. . . This is the quasi-king level Dark Giant. Two days. . . In just two days' time, he had actually. . . Refined over a thousand Venerable Ones. Was. . . Was this still a human. . . Was there a mistake? Metal, wood, water, fire and earth Upanishads Of The Five Elements. In addition to the two Profound Meanings of Mastery Destruction and Devour. . . There were a total of seven Profound Meanings, f * ck. . . What. . . What kind of monster is this kid? This. . . This physique. . . There really is no one else. He is simply an undying body. . . He. . . How old is he? Isn't the heavens too fond of him. . . ?"
Looking at the constantly flashing images on the Hologram, Great Elder Zhong Yun's heart was beating wildly, and he kept cursing. He had seen abnormal beings before. He had never seen such an abnormal being before. This kid was totally the illegitimate child of the Heavens. What Luo Wuya and Yan Yueji? Compared to Yang Fann, He was just a piece of trash. There was no comparison at all.
"Elder Zhong, how do you feel? Do you still think that I am favoring Disciple?" Dongfang Sheng smiled at Zhong Yun. Obviously, he had forgotten that his performance wasn't any better than Zhong Yun's when he first saw this scene.
"It's my groundless worries!" Zhong Yun shook his head in disappointment. With Yang Fann's last burst of power, He was definitely no longer an ordinary person below the Top-Level King, and with his abnormal physique, Even an ordinary Top-Level King might not be a match for him, even if he was as good as Emperor. It was easy to defeat him, but if he wanted to take his life. . . However, it would be very difficult. That heaven defying regenerative ability. . . It was almost impossible to defeat him.
Adding the two life-saving trump cards that Academy Lord had just given him, it could be said that no one could do anything to Yang Fann unless Emperor used them. To put it bluntly, even if he died, Yang Fann, this little monster, wouldn't die!
"Academy Lord is Academy Lord. His Fiery Golden Eyes is far from what we can compare with!" Zhong Yun glanced at Dongfang Sheng with some resentment. His voice was filled with indescribable sourness. How could he not meet such an excellent disciple?!
"Hahaha! . . . I was just lucky, that's all!" Dongfang Sheng smiled modestly, but the proud expression on his face could not be concealed. Being able to accept such an excellent disciple was definitely the greatest pride of his life.
"You are really good at taking advantage of me!" Zhong Yun muttered in his heart. He immediately laughed heartily, "Good! Good! Good! With Yang Fann, My Northern Wasteland Courtyard will definitely restore its former glory, and perhaps even take a step further, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the Total Faction!!"
Although he couldn't accept Yang Fann as his disciple, Zhong Yun was still sincerely happy for him. With A Peerless Monster around, the rise of the Northern Wasteland Courtyard would be just around the corner.
"The wishes of our ancestors might be fulfilled by this kid!" Dongfang Sheng's eyes sparkled. Out of the eight major departments of the Holy Ji Sect, there was not a single department that did not want to be on par with the Main Sect, or even surpass them. Unfortunately, all of this was just wishful thinking, like the reflection of the moon in a mirror. However, Yang Fann's appearance had given him a glimmer of hope.
In the next moment. . .
Dongfang Sheng's expression turned slightly serious as he said solemnly, "Elder Zhong, we still need to keep the details of Yang Fann a secret. Tell the public that he spent three days to barely break through to the Twelve Level Lock Demon Pagoda!"
"Don't worry Academy Lord, I understand!" The Holy Ji Sect had dominated the northern region of Middle-earth, and they had offended many major powers, but none of them knew who they were. If those major powers found out about Yang Fann's condition, they would get rid of him as soon as possible. Even the people in the Holy Ji Sect were hoping that Yang Fann would be safe and sound.
There were many factions in the tiny Yang family. Furthermore, the Holy Ji Sect was a seventh grade sect.
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Soon, a young man from the lower district called Yang Fann broke the record of fifty thousand years in the courtyard. The news that he had broken through to the Twelve Level Lock Demon Pagoda and was lucky enough to be accepted as the disciple of the Head of the Upper Academy swept across the entire Holy Spirit Mountain like a storm. The entire Northern Wasteland Courtyard was in an uproar, especially when they found out that Yang Fann was going to break the rules and enjoy the treatment of a senior elder in black. After obtaining the right to enter and exit the 8th layer of the martial arts Palace freely, the envy and hate in the hearts of countless big shots couldn't be mentioned anymore. Many of the black-clothed elders even vowed to find Yang Fann and give him an explanation, thinking that they had gone through a lot of hardships. They had made countless contributions to the courtyard in order to obtain their current status. However, in the end, they only had the qualifications to enter the seventh floor of the martial arts Palace, and each of them had the martial skill. A large amount of Contribution Points from their courtyards would be deducted. Yang Fann was a Hair-raising Boy who hadn't even reached twenty years of age. He had no contribution to their courtyards, so how could he ride on their heads?
Could it be because of his talent and potential? Just because he was Academy Lord's disciple?
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