Dai Yangyu touched his chin and said.
"Huh?"
The three of Dai Yueyi didn't believe it.
"His Royal Highness, it seems that your people are not very good. You haven't beaten me yet. You committed suicide like that."
Yang Fan's ridicule made Dai Yangrong more determined to kill Yang Fan.
"Ada, you go."
Dai Yangrong said coldly.
"Yes!"
A scholar dressed as a master came out from Dai Yangrong.
The man had a face with a Chinese character, a mustache, his clothes were rather shabby, he had a lot of patches, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand.
Huh!
Before everyone reacted, the person appeared directly in the formation.
"Next, He Taichong, is a scholar."
He Taichong bent over and bowed his hands in a polite manner.
"Oh?"
Yang Fan was a bit amused, and at the same time sensed that this person had a half-step fit stage cultivation base.
Because watching him standing with his hands behind his back makes people think that this is a hidden big boos.
For example, Chen Chichi starred in the best artist Ding.
In the final battle, it was discovered that the master, who usually does not show the mountains and the water, was actually a master. Others attacked from behind and avoided the attack as soon as he bowed his head and turned his head.
"Actually, I have another name. Li Bai, whose writing is too white, is also a scholar."
"Oh?"
This time it was He Taichong's turn to be surprised.
"Then, let's end the battle in the way of a scholar."
Whoosh!
He Taichong attacked quickly, but a poem came out of his mouth.
"The tragic song becomes a smile, and the spirits have passed thousands of times."
He Taichong took out a long sword and pierced it out with a sword.
Yang Fan gave a big hand, a long sword with only a five-star level appeared in his hand, and he blocked He Taichong's blow with the sword.
"Forging a sword as a folding sword, hero me and you."
He Taichong said another sentence, his figure flickered, came behind Yang Fan, and pierced his heart.
when!
Yang Fan seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and his right hand pressed the sword body flat against his back, and He Taichong's sword point just pierced Yang Fan's body.
"Yeah!"
He Taichong was surprised, his eyes were fierce, and his murderous intent was revealed.
Ding!
He Taichong's right hand shook, and he smashed the long sword into several sections abruptly. The true vitality shook, and the broken swords shot at Yang Fan at a very fast speed.
Finally, he drew out and appeared on the folding fan, with both hands on the folding fan, and several sharp daggers popped out from the end of the fan.
The dagger was glowing, and the blade was very sharp.
He Taichong opened the folding fan and swiped Yang Fan's back.
"Hey. I'm still a scholar after all, I really shouldn't use this trick."
Putting away the folding fan, He Taichong slowly turned around and turned his back to Yang Fan, as if victory had been set.
But what he didn't notice was that the face of the second prince Dai Yangrong and the others showed incredible expressions.
At this moment, He Taichong raised his head, looked at the dazzling sun, squinted his eyes slightly, and finally looked at Dai Yangrong and his group. Then there was a big smile.
"Don't underestimate the scholar."
When Dai Yangyu looked at He Taichong, they were stunned and a little bit contemptuous.
"Your poem is not very good. It's better to listen to me."
A voice came from behind He Taichong.
He Tai raised his eyebrows, still immersed in selfless self-entertainment.
"Please say."
"Kill one person in ten steps, and you won't stay in shape for thousands of miles."
Yang Fan raised his sword and aimed at He Taichong.
Killing one person in ten steps will leave no shape for thousands of miles.
He Taichong murmured, nodding continuously.
"Very artistic and decisive."
At this moment, He Tai clash suddenly felt a chill behind her, and a breath of death enveloped herself.
Puff!
The long sword pierced He Taichong's heart directly.
"amount!"
He Tai opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but the backflow of blood blocked his throat and spouted directly.
"Fuck off your clothes when things happen, and hide your merit and fame deeply."
Yang Fan grabbed He Taichong's shoulder, holding a long sword in his right hand and shattered his heart.
"Fuck off your clothes when things happen, and hide your merit and fame deeply."
"Good...good poem!!!"
He Taichong endured the pain and repeated the poem.
Boom!
Yang Fan released his hand and drew out the long sword. He Taichong fell heavily to the ground, losing his breath.
Quiet! It was quiet again.
Dai Yangrong closed his eyes tightly, feeling that his face was completely lost, even if he had won the competition.
"Humph!"
Dai Yangrong flicked his cuff and planned to leave.
"Second brother, wait a minute."
Dai Yangyu stopped Dai Yangrong.
"If the second brother leaves like this, you will lose."
Dai Yangyu showed a harmless smile.
"Take it."
Dai Yangrong flicked his hand and threw a storage ring at Dai Yangyu.
"let's go!"
Dai Yangrong put his hands on his back and stepped out of the mansion.
The remaining sixteen people looked at Yang Fan together before leaving, with the killing intent in their eyes.
After removing the formation, Yang Fan came to Dai Yangyu, very calm.
"It seems I underestimated you."
"When will the game take place?"
"do not know."
"You do not know?"
Yang Fan frowned.
If this time is too long, Yang Fanshi cannot accept it. After all, the time given to himself is too short. The Mozu didn't know when to launch an attack.
"Yes. I think the fact that the father wants to choose the prince was also passed on by his order. Maybe he really wants to choose the prince."
Dai Yangyu said seriously.
Yang Fan felt pitted by his teammates.
"Let me make it clear first. I don't have much time. I'll just wait for half a year. If the time is up and it hasn't started, I can only find out and do other things. Tell me when it starts, I will definitely be there."
Yang Fan's words made Dai Yangyu a little unhappy, but he didn't refuse.
"can."
"Brother Yang, then I will have someone prepare a house for you?"
"His Royal Highness, you don't need to trouble you about this matter. I just came to Muyuan Country and haven't got a good understanding of Muyuan City. I want to go around."
"In that case..."
Dai Yangyu took out a token.
The token is made of a special stone and is very hard. The prince Dai Yangyu’s basic identity information is printed on the back of the token.
"This is my token. If you meet someone who doesn't have eyes, just show this token."
"Thanks."
After taking the token, Yang Fan thanked him and left the mansion.
"Three brothers, I always think that Yang Fan's origins are very mysterious, do you want to investigate him?"
The 18th prince Dai Yangxu whispered in Dai Yangyu's ear.
"Yes, but you must be very secretive, don't show your feet. Once he knows about it, he may not help me."
"understood."
Yang Fan's speed is very fast. Walking on the spacious streets of Muyuan City, people come and go, and they are thriving. If it weren't for seeing many people with some monster characteristics, he seemed to think that there was only Humans.
Yang Fan lowered his head to think.
At this time, a child-like person ran into Yang Fan. The child was knocked into flight. Yang Fan's figure did not move at all.
No one's eyes are cast around.
Yang Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked to the child.
