Chapter 55: About to start

After half an hour. On the way to the Divine Sword Gate, Jian Yi suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted in a deep voice somewhere behind him.
"Your Excellency has followed me all the way, don't know what's the matter?"
After Jian Yi finished speaking, a young and handsome young man with instant noodle hairstyle came out, it was Yang Fan.
"you are?"
Jian Yi squinted his eyes.
"My nephew has not seen me for more than a month, so you can't recognize me so soon?"
Yang Fan's figure turned into a look like Monkey King in Dragon Ball.
"Uncle Master? How did you become like that?"
"Actually, it's not who I am now, what I really am..."
Yang Fan changed again.
"The uncle is Yang Fan? Indeed, the uncle has the elixir of ascension, and a series of things that have happened since the uncle went down the mountain are related to the pill of ascension."
Jian Yi secretly let go of his tense heart at this moment, originally thinking that he would be attacked.
"Isn't there any elixir of elixir at Divine Sword Gate? Why do you still participate in the crusade against Divine Sword Gate?"
"Since the Sacred Sword Gate was founded, it has been a mortal enemy with my Sword Sect. Now that there is such a good opportunity, wouldn't it make people feel strange if they don't come to crusade?"
"That's how it is. I actually planned this scene by myself."
Yang Fan did not stop talking about shocking words, and explained the cause and effect clearly.
Jian Yi was stunned. He didn't expect that Yang Fan was so young and the city mansion was so deep that he would play several big forces in the palm of his hand with just a little trick.
"Is this really what you thought of?" Jian Yi still didn't believe it.
Yang Fan said with a smile, "It's true that I still have a name, Zhuge Liang, with the name Kongming, and the name Wolong."
Let's just say, Yang Fan transformed into a scholar who was eight feet long, with a face like a crown jade, and a feather fan.
Holding a goose feather fan in hand, there is a Tai Chi picture inlaid on the handle of the goose feather fan. At first glance, apart from the face, it looks like the Shuhan Zhuge Kongming.
"amount..."
Jian Yi was speechless.
"Uncle Master, there is one more thing. There is less than a month and a half to reach the once-in-a-hundred-year power ranking. At that time, our Excalibur Gate will have to rush to the venue in advance."
"Where is the location?"
"It is located in the secret space outside the mountain on the east side of the fire source city. Three competitions are held in that secret space. The competitions are different, but they all have strength restrictions. The disciples cannot exceed the refining period. Just this way..."
"Why, do you think I am in the fit period now, and I can no longer participate?"
Jian Yi nodded.
"System, redeem the disguise of high-level points."
"It is recommended that the host purchase the immortal disguise talisman, and it is impossible to see through below the immortal. Wuyan has two thousand points."
The cold sound of the system sounded.
"Really expensive. Exchange."
"The exchange was successful."
Following Yang Fan's use of the immortal disguise amulet, his cultivation base of the fit period suddenly dropped to the middle stage of Void Refining.
"This... Uncle Master used some kind of secret aura magic weapon? Is it just that this can be hidden from others?"
"Don't worry, you can't see through below the fairy. Oh, no more."
Fearing that Jianyi wanted to hate a few, Yang Fan quickly explained.
"When the time comes, I will go by myself, then I will go first."
One and a half months later.
Three hundred kilometers east of Huoyuan City, in a large mountain, a huge fighting arena was built here, with more than a dozen arenas in the middle, and two viewing platforms that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. A powerful barrier was placed outside the fighting arena, and there were not a few strong people who had cultivated to the level above the combined stage, and they could not be broken.
The only entrance to this fighting platform protected by a strong formation is at several portals outside the enchantment.
Looking around, except for a few portals that were relatively empty, the others were occupied by a long line.
Those people are small sects, or are casual cultivators. Except for the forces who want to participate in the competition, other monks who want to enter, need to pay the entrance fee for a hundred lower-grade spirit stones.
Huh!
Yang Fan landed in front of the portal. On the day before the match, Yang Fan was about to go to the competition venue. He sat in the teleportation array a few times, and it took a long time to get to Fireyuan City. It took a few minutes to fly here.
Looking at the long line, Yang Fan was a little stunned. He realized that only after noticing that the people in the line were not from the competition power. After seeing the portal where there is almost no one, he walked there.
"Look at it, it's another person who wants to take a shortcut."
"Huh, I don't know what to say. I bet the guards will definitely let him pass."
"What are you betting on?"
"If he can get in, I will eat the stone directly."
The middle-aged monk who was speaking pointed to a one-meter-long stone and shouted, trying to attract the attention of others.
"Stop! This is a portal that can only be used by the big forces of the game. Unrelated personnel walk away."
A leading guard stopped and shouted.
"Look, I'll just say he can't get in." The middle-aged monk laughed.
Yang Fan glanced at the monk, a kaleidoscope flashed in his eyes, and Yue Du instantly activated him.
In the next second, Yang Fan took out the core disciple token of the Divine Sword Gate and showed it to the guard. The middle-aged cultivator was pale, he knelt down weakly, raised his fingers to Yang Fan with all his strength, and finally fell into a coma.
"Ah! Divine Sword Sect core disciple!!! My lord, please come in."
The leading guard almost collapsed in fright, regretting to say to Yang Fan in that tone, his eyes were aimed at the fallen monk who had passed out, his trembling heart almost stopped beating.
"It's terrible, just a look in the eyes will severely inflict the cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage, if you do this to me..."
Inside the formation, on the viewing platform, a resting place for the disciples of the Excalibur Sect, nine disciples of the Excalibur Sect gathered together.
"It's almost starting, why isn't that Monkey King coming?"
The one who spoke was a young man in Yushu, named Long Yangjun, who was the big brother of this group of inner disciples. He had a cultivation base in the late stage of Infant Transformation when he was less than three hundred years old. This is also a core disciple among other forces.的料。 The material.
Originally, he was the tenth core disciple, but Yang Fan stepped in and the last of the ten core disciples was taken, and Long Yang Jun was very unwilling. I wanted to fight with Yang Fan, but Yang Fan had been in retreat for three months since joining the Excalibur Gate. After going down the mountain for another three months, Lord Long Yang had no chance at all.
He curled his lips, he didn't catch a cold with Yang Fan, and even thought that he was a divine sword that dragged his caring in.
"Big brother is right." A disciple of the inner sect who worshiped Lord Long Yang opened his mouth, attracting everyone's praise.
"Enough, Lord Long Yang. After all, he is a core disciple. In terms of identity, he is taller than you and must not be rude."
A Tingting girl holding a long sword said softly.
The sword-bearing girl named Xing Yating, the daughter of the elder Xun Jianfei, has a great talent. With her own efforts, she has become one of the best geniuses among the inner disciples. Some inner disciples also like to call him Second Sister.
"Humph!" Long Yangjun let out a cold snort and turned his head.
"Big brother, look, that person is here."
As everyone watched, Yang Fan walked over in the classic battle suit of Monkey King in Dragon Ball.
"Senior brother's face is so great, he actually made us wait so long."
"You seem to have an opinion on me."
Yang Fan glanced at Long Yangjun lightly, without the slightest intention to put him in his eyes.
"you!!!"
Jun Longyang was furious, but fortunately, Xing Yating caught him in time, but he didn't fight.
"Brother, please don't care, Long Yangjun is like this."
Xing Yating looked at Yang Fan curiously. As the daughter of the great elder, Xing Yating, of course, has something that the disciples of the Sacred Swordsman cannot know. For example, Yang Fan's strength during the fit period was just a magic weapon to hide his strength. In addition, Yang Fan is still an honorary elder, and even more a closed disciple of Zu Shi Jian Invincible.
All kinds of things show that Yang Fan's future is boundless.