Chapter 22: See Shishu/ Shishuzu

"So, the fourth game begins."
Elder Fan gave an order, and the two of them made gestures.
"Huh!" Tian Chaoyang came to Yang Fan's head in an instant, kicked his right foot towards his head, very fast, with a bit of strong wind.
"Hey!" Yang Fan didn't let the wind fall at all, blocked with his hands, grabbed Tian Chaoyang's ankle, and smashed him toward the ground with one hand.
Tian Chaoyang was taken aback. When he was about to hit the ground, he quickly supported the ground with both hands, but was soon kicked into the air by Yang Fan, his body still vomiting blood in mid-air.
"How is it possible? Even Big Brother is not his opponent."
"Shameless person, actually put such a heavy hand."
"Unexpectedly, he is so strong, almost versatile. What should I do? I can't lose!"
Tian Chaoyang rubbed his kicked abdomen, his stomach was overwhelmed. If he had eaten the last day, he would definitely be beaten and spit out.
"Yes!"
Tian Chaoyang secretly stuffed a pill into his mouth, wanting to slowly absorb the power of the medicine, and then quickly killed Yang Fan.
"Boom!" The two collided with their fists, creating a violent strong wind, spreading around the ring center.
"Humhhhhhh..." This time it was still Tian Chaoyang who was downwind. On the contrary, Yang Fan did not step back at all.
One is a strong man whose strength is comparable to that of the early stage of the Tribulation, and the other is the proud son of heaven who has little experience and strength but only the perfection of the infant.
Tian Chaoyang's right hand trembled and he was not called. If it hadn't been for Yang Fan to receive most of his strength at the critical moment, I am afraid that his entire hand would be abolished. Comminuted fracture of hand bone, broken arm meridian, strength must be greatly reduced.
As the saying goes, staying on the sidelines for doing things, it will be good to see each other in the future. Tian Chaoyang and Yang Fan have only met for the first time. There is no deep hatred, and there are leaders and elders watching them.
"Let's stop here."
A majestic voice came from the viewing platform.
"Head, I can fight again, I haven't lost yet!"
Tian Chaoyang was very unwilling. The pill had not yet exerted its power, but was ruthlessly rejected by the elder.
"There is no need to compare, you are not Monkey King's opponent."
"can..."
"This is the end of the competition, it's all over."
The great elder stood up and shouted.
It's just that these inner disciples didn't disperse, but moved closer to the ring and whispered about the fight just now.
"Sun Wukong, come with us."
The old master sword thirteen ways.
"Oh."
Follow the high-level people to the main hall, the main hall is magnificent and magnificent, and you can see a statue in front of the wall inside. It is exactly the same as the one on the top of the mountain. It is the ancestor of the sword gate-Jian Wudi. Whether it is momentum or action, the majesty of the king is exuded at all times.
After waiting for half an hour, everything for the apprentice is ready, a cup of tea, a blood affidavit...
"The unfilial disciple Jian Shisan visited the master. I received a very talented disciple today, but the disciple is dull and unable to pass on all your inheritance from the master. Therefore, the unfilial disciple advocates accepting apprentices on behalf of the teacher, and I hope that the master will agree."
"Monkey King, come on." Jian Shisan poured the tea and motioned.
Yang Fan picked up the teacup, walked to the Grand Master's chair in front of the statue, bent over and gently placed the tea on the table, and came to the yellow futon next to it.
Kneeling on both knees, he knocked his head three times before speaking.
"My disciple, Sun Wukong, I have come to the master’s school today. I swear by Dao heart. My Sun Wukong is a person of the Sword Sect, and death is a ghost of the Sword Sect. If there is betrayal, the sky will thunder and thunder, and the soul will die. Death. The disciple will do his best to expand the Divine Sword Gate."
At this moment, Yang Men understood that a person's power is limited. At this time, he really regarded the Divine Sword Gate as his own home, instead of treating the Divine Sword Gate as a treasure house as he did before.
"Om!"
A golden glow fell from the sky and flew towards Yang Fan.
The golden light imprinted into Yang Fan's body and disappeared. This golden light is really a recognition of the content of Yang Fan's oath just now by Heaven. If Yang Fan violates what he just said, the result will be just as he said, the soul will die, and death will not be good.
In the realm of cultivation, this kind of swearing to the heaven is the most reliable. Anyone who violates the content of the oath will be backlashed unless the person's strength cannot be suppressed by the heaven, that is, beyond the control of the heaven.
After the apprenticeship ceremony was over, these senior officials congratulated.
"Nephew, see Uncle, Master." The master sword of the Excalibur Sect was easy to bow to Yang Fan.
"See Uncle Master." The ten elders of the inner door made a lot of thoughts. These ten people are Jianyi's apprentices, and Yang Fan should be called that in terms of seniority.
Yang Fan touched his nose, a little bit dumbfounded. A group of several thousand-year-old old men call me Uncle Master, and there are many elders who are higher than me. If this is spread out, will it be ashamed?
"Brother, before joining the Divine Sword Sect, I heard that the Divine Sword Sect does not deal with the Divine Sword Sect. What is going on?"
Yang Fan looked at Jian Shisan and asked.
"Hey!" Jian Shisan sighed and sat on a chair not far away, showing very helplessness.
"Actually, the Divine Sword Gate was originally a sword pavilion inside the Divine Sword Gate, but now there are also Pill Pavilion, Formation Pavilion, Device Pavilion, etc.
Raising the teacup, Jian Shisan took a sip.
"It happened more than seven hundred years ago. At that time, the master of the sword pavilion suddenly rebelled. To be precise, he took the entire sword pavilion and broke away from the sword gate. He created the sword gate outside. Then we are facing the Divine Sword Gate."
"Why is he rebelling?"
"This is about to start from the ascension of the master. A thousand years ago, the master broke through the Mahayana period and is about to ascend. The mortal world cannot stay for long. So he summoned all the senior officials and disciples of the Sword Sect and suddenly announced that I was the second head. Sect. At that time, Tyrant Sword was stronger than me in terms of strength and influence in the Zong Sect. Master's decision he was very dissatisfied with, but he was helpless, except for him and the people in his Sword Pavilion, everyone recognized me. This also bought the foundation for him to defect in the future."
"Since he chose to defect, why not behead him?"
"Uncle Shi did not know that the overlord sword at that time was not only the pavilion master of the sword pavilion, but also an elder. In the sect, holding the elder token, the guardian formation was unable to trap him. We elders added up. Make a tie. The most important thing is that he has a semi-immortal sword. Although there is also a semi-immortal sword in the sect, it is only a defensive type. It cannot kill him, so he can only let him carry the sword pavilion. People leave."
The head Jianyi said helplessly.
"Don't worry, when I become an immortal, it will be his death."
Yang Fan waved his hand and didn't put the tyrant in his eyes. "Speaking of Shengxian, Master Nephew, I need to trouble you to inform the people below to look for these medicinal materials."
Yang Fan took out a piece of paper and handed it to Jian Yi.
Jian Yi took a look, his eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed tightly, and then he was surprised, but after a little thought, his surprised expression disappeared, and he asked with some uncertainty: "Uncle Master, is this..."
Yang Fan nodded and said nothing.
"Hiss!!!" Jian Yi took a breath, and looked at each word on the paper with wide eyes, for fear that the words on it would suddenly disappear.
"What's wrong?" Jian Shisan was a little curious, craned his neck to take a look.
"How is it possible!" Jian Shisan's heart trembled, his face was full of Mu Rong, with an expression of who you lied to, but when he saw the expression of who lied to you on Yang Fan's face, Jian Shisan showed a heavy expression.
When other people saw the expression of Jian Shisan, they came forward to watch, but they looked blank and didn't know the origin of the medicine on the paper.
"Junior Brother, where did you get this Immortal Pill Pill? Do you know how much trouble it will cause if you pass it on?"
"Occasionally, I got it in a secret realm. But the point is not this. Brother, I want to refine the elixir of ascension. Although I still can't use it, but with my talent, I believe that it will be able to ascend in 20 years."
When everyone heard it, they looked at Yang Fan up and down, thinking that Yang Fan was at most twenty or thirty years old now. If twenty years passed, wouldn't it be that he would fly into a fairy at fifty? Thinking of this, everyone looked at Yang Fan with weird faces, thinking that he was joking. A joke, fifty-year-old immortal, this talent is so abnormal, if someone else is fifty-year-old, they may not even reach the golden core.
"Junior Brother, you said you want to refine the Immortal Pill, then do you know how many grades of alchemists are required to refine the Immortal Pill?"
"You need at least eight products." Yang Fan smiled slightly, wondering whether to pretend.