Chapter 819 You Must Force Me to Make a High Profile!

Yang Fan's action shocked everyone at once.

Among the freshmen of this year, there are only five kings in total. Now it is good, and three of them have been planted in the soil by Yang Fan.

Although the other two didn't do anything, they were obviously shocked, and they didn't even have the courage to say a word when they stood aside.

So awesome!

So handsome!

This is the exclamation in the hearts of most of the students. Many little girls even have little stars in their eyes, with a look of admiration that they want to have a monkey with Yang Fan.

In fact, even Yang Fan himself didn't expect that his kingly prestige has become so powerful now.

Since absorbing the emperor's will several times in the land of spiritual origin, this is the first time that Yang Fan has used the majesty of the king against the enemy in front of others. He did not expect the effect to be so outstanding that even he was taken aback.

Taking a deep breath, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth curled slightly, and he casually raised his hand to stroke his hair, lowered his eyes, looked down at the three of Wen Lang, and said leisurely:

"You say you, why bother, why bother, you have to force me to make a move, you have to force me to make a high profile, are you satisfied now?"

The bodies of the three of Wen Lang were buried in the soil, and only their heads exposed on the ground were under the deterrence of Yang Fan's majesty. Watching Yang Fan use them as stepping stones to pretend to be a big pussy!

So aggrieved!

I want to die!

Such a powerful freshman, why have they never heard of it before?

If they had known that this guy was so awesome, they wouldn't have come to provoke him even if they were lame!

Changsun Xingyou regretted it too much, and had an urge to slap his mouth wildly. If he hadn't laughed at Yang Fan first, he wouldn't have made such detours. The bad thing about today's incident was his broken mouth up.

So did the other two.

Yang Fan just cast a king's prestige at them, and directly pressed the three brothers into the soil and couldn't extricate themselves. His strength was simply too much stronger than theirs, and he couldn't afford to resist at all. Is there any idea?

At least in Jinghua City,

During the four years at Jinghua Wuhan University, they had no hope of getting revenge within the rules.

At this moment, Yang Fan's strength had penetrated into the depths of their hearts, and a feeling of shame quietly rose in their hearts.

"master!"

At this moment, Mu Qianqian flew out of the crowd, and stood on top of the green turtle's breast with Yang Fan, bowed respectfully to Yang Fan, and softly persuaded: "Master, I'm afraid there may be some misunderstanding in this."

As he said that, Mu Qianqian looked down at the three heads on the ground, and said, "After all, we are all classmates, and this year's orientation trial requires everyone to work together. Why don't we give our disciples some face? Spare them this time?"

brush!

The scene was quiet.

Mu Qianqian's words, "Master", directly stunned most of the students present.

As the only spiritual teacher among the freshmen of this year, and also a second-level spiritual teacher with a pure and pleasant appearance, Mu Qianqian's recognition in the hearts of all students is not so high .

After all, compared to Wen Lang, Changsun Xingyou, Shi Cheng and their elders, the queen of beauty is always easier to attract attention.

But now.

The only beautiful spiritual teacher among the new students called Yang Fan "Master" so kindly and respectfully, which is really surprising and astonishing.

You know, they are students of the same class, and their ages are not much different. How can Yang Fan be able to make a second-level spiritual master so willingly worship him as his teacher?

Even though they have just seen Yang Fan's strength, many people still find it difficult to accept.

Wen Lang, Shi Chenghe, Changsun Xingyou, and another freshman named Zheng Hongshuo were all stunned.

They looked up at Yang Fan, Mu Qianqian, master and apprentice who were standing on the green haired bed, and they were stunned. No one thought that there would be such a relationship between Mu Qianqian and Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced at Mu Qianqian with satisfaction, the timing of this girl jumping out was just right.

Originally, he didn't think about what to do with the three of Wen Lang, but now that Mu Qianqian interceded for them, he could just go with the flow and spare them.

As for announcing the master-student relationship between him and Mu Qianqian in advance, there is actually nothing wrong with it. Anyway, Yang Fan did not intend to hide it, and announced it in advance, which can just be a role model. An extremely deep memory is left in my heart.

After all, these students are all trumpets that Yang Fan has already reserved in his heart, so they have to be prepared in advance, so that when Yang Fan asks to accept disciples in the future, these trumpets will not be able to accept them.

Yang Fan raised his hand and patted Mu Qianqian's head, and said dotingly: "Be good, since even Qianqian has pleaded for them, then today, as a teacher, I will be merciful and let them go this time."

As he said that, with a thought of Yang Fan, the majesty of the king exerted on the three of Wen Lang was instantly withdrawn.

The pressure on Wen Lang and the three of them suddenly eased, and the trembling mentality of bowing their heads and surrendering gradually disappeared. The energy and blood of the three of them flowed, and as soon as they exerted force on their feet, they rushed out from the soil under them with a whoosh. .

However, they didn't dare to fly up again, but stood on the ground honestly, and apologized to Yang Fan with their bare hands:

"Thank you! Before, we were too blind to see Taishan, and there were many offenses. I hope that Yang Fan can ignore the previous suspicions and don't care about us!"

no way.

Heroes don't suffer from immediate disadvantages, facing such a perverted classmate with unfathomable strength, they can only temporarily bow their heads to deal with it.

Yang Fan lowered his head and glanced at the three of them. He didn't expect these three little fellows to be so knowledgeable about practical matters, able to bend and stretch.

If it wasn't for the small flames that burst out of their eyes from time to time, and the hostility on their bodies remained condensed, Yang Fan might really have believed their nonsense.

However, young people, who are not a little self-willed, Yang Fan is the most experienced in dealing with such a prick who has evil thoughts towards him.

"Okay, we are all classmates, we don't know each other if we don't fight! It's good to talk about some problems."

Yang Fan laughed, and waved to the three of them and the other king, signaling them to fly up to the ***.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Four figures flashed past, and Wen Lang, Shi Chenghe, Changsun Xingyou, and Zheng Hongshuo all flew in front of Yang Fan.

Fortunately, the green-haired tortoise is huge, with a green body as big as an ordinary car, barely enough to hold three or five people.

"Okay! It's okay, let's continue on our way! If you don't leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it to Cangyan Mountain before dark!"

Yang Fan didn't greet the four of them, but first made a loud confession to the hundreds of students around him, and then everyone fell silent, actually obeying Yang Fan's order and continuing to move forward.

Obedience to the strong is a code of conduct that everyone in the human race will generally abide by in the last days.

Now Yang Fan is undoubtedly the most cultivated existence in their team, at least in the eyes of these students.

Therefore, everyone naturally chose to follow Yang Fan's arrangement, just like before, when everyone followed Wen Lang, Mu Qianqian and the other five kings on their way.

Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction. Now that he has stood up, he doesn't mind being the first bird. After all, some rewards in this welcome trial are still very attractive to him.

With a slight movement of thought, the green-haired turtle under his feet accelerated again, and rushed to the forefront of the team in one fell swoop, taking on the role of pioneer.

Wen Lang and the others next to him were not surprised. Their faces were taken for granted. With Yang Fan's current level of strength, it would be a little strange if he didn't walk in the forefront.

However, the lightning-like sudden acceleration of the green-haired turtle just now surprised several people, and they felt that Yang Fan's strength was unfathomable.

"Students, let's sit down below!"

Yang Fan stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and led Mu Qianqian to invite the four of them to the more spacious and secure tortoise shell.

Then, Yang Fan took out a set of tables, chairs and benches from the storage space, and invited Wen Lang and the others to sit down. The table was filled with fresh spiritual fruits above level four, which looked fragrant and attractive.

Yang Fan and Mu Qianqian sat down next to each other. Wen Lang, Shi Cheng and the other four also sat at the table one after another. Looking at the high-level spiritual fruits on the table, everyone seemed a little cautious and couldn't figure it out. Yang Fan's way.

There are so many high-level spirit fruits, plate after plate, adding up to ten catties, right?

Do you want to be so extravagant, do you want to be so generous?

Although the speed of the green-haired tortoise is fast, the top of the tortoise shell is as stable as the ground, without any bumps. A group of kings sit around a square table, which is full of fresh and attractive platters of spiritual fruits.

The scene was quiet and peaceful for a while. People who didn't know saw it, and they would definitely think that they were out for an outing, rather than participating in some welcome trials or hunting some monsters.

Yang Fan casually took a crystal grape and put it into his mouth, stretched out his hand to signal to them that they should not be polite, and at the same time asked quietly: "If my guess is right, they should all be students of Martial Arts Class 1, right?"

Seeing Wen Lang and the others nodding, Yang Fan smiled lightly: "That's really a coincidence, let the students know that I, Qianqian, and those who are practicing meditation are also students of Martial Arts Class One."

As he said that, Yang Fan raised his finger to An Sheng and Chu Feiyun, who were practicing peacefully in another part of the turtle shell, and introduced them: "They are all my apprentices, just like this girl Qianqian."

"Well, although the cultivation base is still a little bit worse now, there should be a breakthrough soon."

When Wen Lang and Changsun Xingyou heard the words, they turned their heads slightly and looked at An Sheng and the other five, with a hint of disdain flashing in their eyes.

Among the five people, except for An Sheng's cultivation, the remaining four were pitifully weak, and two of them were even at the level of high-level martial arts masters, not even grand masters.

It's funny.

Such a few quasi-useless people whose cultivation level is not even considered ordinary, what qualifications do they have to be in the same class as them?