Chapter 621 What Kind of Sleep Do You Have to Give the Teacher Experience!

South China Martial Arts School, Class 29, Grade 3.

When Yang Fan leisurely walked into the classroom from the outside, he happened to see An Sheng teaching a few male students in the class.

A few mental stabs stimulated a few students to scream and made the whole class roar.

With just a glance, Yang Fan guessed what was going on.

Because a desk was added temporarily behind the last row where he and An Sheng lived, and the person sitting in front of the desk was Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian's appearance is pure and sweet, her skin is white and tender, and when she smiles, the dimples on both sides can hold two ounces of wine, which is many times better than Huayue, the most beautiful classmate in the class.

Such a pure and lovely big beauty suddenly appeared in the class, and the little boys in the class couldn't even look straight at her, and came over to strike up a conversation and make a close relationship, which was perfectly normal.

"This guy, An Sheng, says he doesn't care, but isn't he really sweet in his heart? Hypocrisy!"

Yang Fan cast a contemptuous glance at An Sheng, who was protecting the food, and walked straight to the back row.

When he got closer, Yang Fan lightly waved his hand to release the restraint and mental interference on several people, and then gave An Sheng a light look: "They are already sixth-level spiritual masters, and they have the nerve to bully their classmates who are under martial arts, and bully the weak." , are you conscious?"

An Sheng smiled mischievously.

Not to mention, it's really interesting to be bullied by the strong and the weak, and it feels really cool.

He has wanted to teach these little bastards a lesson for a long time, and today he finally got the chance, isn't that bullying enough?

When Xu Le and Song Zian, who were rescued by Yang Fan, heard the conversation between Yang Fan and An Sheng, their faces all looked like they had seen a ghost.

What the hell?

An Sheng, this fat man, is already a sixth-level psychiatrist? !

What the hell.

No wonder they always have a sense of frustration when they face An Sheng, no wonder Principal Chen agrees to let An Sheng represent the South China Martial Arts School to participate in the ring of the town guard mansion.

After arguing for a long time, it turned out that this fat man was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, just as abominable as Yang Fan before.

You are such a dick, you should have said it earlier, if I knew you were a sixth-level psychiatrist, the idiot would come here to grab your girl!

Several people looked at Yang Fan again, Yang Fan didn't seem to have changed much, but the aura on his body became more and more dusty, and he couldn't feel it at all.

However, looking at how easily Yang Fan rescued them from An Sheng's hands just now, anyone can see that his strength must be higher than An Sheng's.

"Even An Sheng, a fat man, is already a sixth-level Psychiatrist. Wouldn't Yang Fan, a guy who hides deeper, be even more powerful?"

At first, they were still a little bit unconvinced when they heard Yang Fan belittle them deliberately, but now, all of them tucked their tails, greeted Yang Fan timidly, thanked them, and slipped back to their own rooms cautiously. Seat, dare not even turn your head.

At this time, Mu Qianqian stood up lightly, and respectfully stepped forward to salute Yang Fan: "I have met Master!"

Yang Fan nodded slightly, and casually set up a mental barrier to prevent the conversation between them from being heard by the students outside.

Taking a deep look at Mu Qianqian, Yang Fan asked in a low voice, "Why did you come here too, you just broke through last night, don't you need to continue waiting to consolidate your cultivation?"

Mu Qianqian was taken aback, she didn't know how Yang Fan could tell, she was already a spiritual master now, her cultivation was a level higher than Yang Fan's, logically speaking, since she deliberately hid her cultivation In the case of fluctuations, Yang Fan should not be able to see it.

Aunt Qing was right, there was indeed a big secret in Yang Fan, a little master.

"I know I can't hide it from Master." Mu Qianqian said embarrassedly: "I took the elixir given by Master last night, and some cultivation resources given by the patriarch of the clan when I came out, so I accidentally broke through It's over."

Careless?

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched. Isn't this a vocabulary he often used when he pretended to be aggressive in front of others? He didn't expect to be pretended by his disciple today.

"Accidental is a good word." Yang Fan nodded with deep sympathy: "After all, I used to be so careless as a teacher before, and I couldn't prevent it."

"Uh?"

Mu Qianqian opened her small mouth in bewilderment, and didn't think much of it for a while, why was she careless, what was she guarding against?

But soon, Mu Qianqian turned the corner, looked at Yang Fan speechlessly, and felt that compared with Yang Fan, her skills were far behind.

Master is worthy of being a master, even if he pretends to be forceful, he can still pretend to be so speechless.

Mu Qianqian was completely convinced.

What can she do when she encounters such a brazen master, she is also very helpless.

An Sheng had long been used to Yang Fan's brazenness, and was also used to being beaten by Yang Fan, so he didn't feel anything special.

All his attention is now on what Yang Fan just said about the breakthrough last night.

Breaking through what?

If he remembered correctly, when Bai was in Dai Xingcheng yesterday, Mu Qianqian had just been promoted to a ninth-level spiritualist.

If you break through now, wouldn't you be a spiritual master?

how can that be?

Even if she took the three seventh-level soul refining pills that Yang Fan gave her, it shouldn't be enough for him to directly reach the peak state of a ninth-level spiritualist, and then break through in one fell swoop, right?

An Sheng couldn't accept it, and felt that the gap between him and Mu Qianqian seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

"Qianqian, are you a spiritual master now?"

An Sheng finally couldn't help but asked directly, Mu Qianqian turned around and gave him a sweet smile after hearing the words: "Yes, Brother An Sheng, I am now a spiritual master, very powerful!"

Mu Qianqian smiled proudly, and made an encouraging gesture to An Sheng: "Brother An Sheng, please work hard, and strive to be promoted to a spiritual master as soon as possible, so that we can stay with the master and continue to practice together! "

An Sheng smiled wryly and nodded. He really wanted to work hard, but can a spiritual master break through just by shouting a few slogans?

"Master~! Your family also wants to improve, and also wants to break through to the realm of spiritual masters soon!"

An Sheng suddenly pinched Lan Hua's fingers, leaned close to Yang Fan with a flattering face, and called Yang Fan a little disgusted directly by the master, and couldn't help giving this fat man a mental stab.

"Wow! You are serious!"

An Sheng felt the pain, shook his head, and couldn't help but glared at Yang Fan: "People call you master with good intentions, but you are cruel to me like this? I am the chief, the chief of the Demon Slayer Gate, but now I am only a sixth-level spiritual master , if this is said, I will not lose face alone!"

Yang Fan curled his lips: "I have already given you the opportunity, who can blame you if you don't work hard?"

"Why didn't I work hard?" An Sheng looked aggrieved, and raised his hand to pat his chubby belly: "I'm practicing non-stop as long as I have free time. During this period of time, I don't even have time to eat for cultivation. I don't even have time to drink water, and now my stomach has lost weight!"

Yang Fan questioned directly: "Then tell me, how many hours did you practice last night, probably less than three hours?"

An Sheng's heart trembled. Why did Yang Fan talk about it for three hours? Is it a coincidence or did this girl spy on him last night?

"Bad... almost, three hours is not too short, right?"

An Sheng felt guilty and did not dare to quibble about false reports.

"Is three hours a lot? There are twelve hours in a night, but you only took out three hours to practice, wasting nearly nine hours for nothing, so you dare to say that you are working hard?!"

Yang Fan hates iron but not steel, and has a skinny image of being caught by his parents who are too lazy to work.

Among all the disciples, An Sheng's sect has the highest centripetal force and the richest experience in spiritual cultivation.

But last night, almost all the disciples practiced for a whole night, and they barely stopped until dawn. Only this stinky boy, An Sheng, only practiced for three hours, causing Yang Fan to lose hundreds of points of energy for nothing. Strength training experience.

So angry.

A trumpet must have the consciousness of a trumpet, and such a trend of being lazy and not working must not be encouraged.

They are already little masters of the sixth level of spiritual masters. Is there any need to sleep again at night? If you don't practice all night, and don't work hard to improve your cultivation, it is simply a crime, right?

"Now you know that you are in a hurry, don't you think it's a bit late?" Yang Fan raised his finger to Mu Qianqian, and said, "Ask Qianqian, how many hours did you practice every day before? You can go again Ask cousin Wang Zhe, how many hours does he practice every day?"

"Do you think that other people's success is all from the sky? Even if you are talented, have no resources, and don't know how to practice hard, you will never really get ahead!"

An Sheng couldn't help turning his head to look at Mu Qianqian, and Mu Qianqian said in a low voice: "Since I was three years old, I have never slept at night, and I always use cultivation instead of sleep."

"Most of the heirs of our shepherd family are like this. Why, isn't Brother An Sheng?"

Mu Qianqian's rhetorical question made An Sheng feel ashamed and disheartened for a while.

What the hell.

It turned out that it wasn't that he wasn't talented enough or hardworking enough, but that those guys who were even more talented than him actually worked harder than him every day.

When Yang Fan heard Mu Qianqian's answer, he couldn't help but look sideways, and almost blurted out the sentence "Damn!"

If you want to fight like this, the three-year-old child will not be allowed to sleep. Is there any humanity left?

Fortunately, he and Yang Guo were not born in those wealthy families, otherwise they would all be depressed.

"Ahem!" Yang Fan coughed lightly, and continued to teach An Sheng a lesson: "Did you hear that, even a young genius like Qianqian works so hard, why do you only practice for three hours every night?"

"Don't say that being a brother doesn't give you a chance. If you want to quickly advance to the realm of spiritual masters, you can't practice for less than ten hours every night. Otherwise, you will wait to go to the shepherd's house to be a door-to-door son-in-law Bar!"

An Sheng's body trembled, and then he put on a posture of gnashing his teeth and trying to be strong, and assured Yang Fan loudly: "Master, don't worry, isn't it just a spiritual master? Isn't it just ten hours? At worst, I will be the commander in the future." Never sleep again! Who is afraid of whom?!"

An Sheng patted his chest loudly.

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

Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.

That's right.

What a great youth, why don't you sleep at night, all go to give him practice experience is the right way!