C7 Wind-craving

Eighth Master Zhao looked at the calm Yang Faan, and a hint of praise appeared in his heart. Yang Faan was indeed the best amongst all the Hsing City youths.

Mount Tai remained impassive even before he collapsed. Eighth Master Zhao felt that Yang Faan would definitely be one of the dragon and phoenix among them, worthy to be his brother.

Yang Faan looked at Eighth Master Zhao's burning gaze and the corner of his mouth slightly rose.

"Eighth Master Zhao, sit!" Yang Faan pointed to a chair in front of Eighth Master Zhao and said.

Eighth Master Zhao nodded. After sitting down, he took off his clothes, revealing his upper body that was full of wounds.

"Who in the martial arts world isn't injured? However, these injuries are nothing to me. Hurry up and make your move, I don't want to enjoy the pain at midnight anymore. "

Yang Faan didn't show off. He pulled out a silver needle, pressed it against Eighth Master Zhao's tiger head, and inserted it into the center of the human body.

Following that, he pulled out the silver needles, moving from Yutang's acupoints all the way down to the Great Ravine.

After the silver needles were inserted, Yang Faan laid down on the ground due to fatigue. At the same time, Eighth Master Zhao was bleeding profusely from all seven orifices.

Eighth Master Zhao felt like he was being bitten by millions of ants. The nameless fire started by his body was running all over it.

Puff!

A mouthful of black blood was spat out from Eighth Master Zhao's mouth. Yang Faan almost couldn't dodge in time and was hit.

Eighth Master Zhao's expression was serious. Suddenly, he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his face was moist. He took a deep breath of the pure energy and started laughing.

Suddenly, his body shook and all the silver needles flew out. He could feel that he had returned to his peak.

However, when he tried to stand up, he realized that his legs were weak. He was stunned and looked at Yang Faan in confusion.

Yang Faan sat on the floor and innocently shook his head, as if to say I didn't say you could move, it was you who wanted to move, you can't blame me.

Eighth Master Zhao flew into a rage, "Why aren't you getting up and treating me?"

Yang Faan immediately nodded and jumped up.

After inserting all 360 silver needles, Yang Faan clapped his hands and looked at Eighth Master Zhao, who was like a hedgehog, with a sinister smile.

"Eighth Master Zhao, I just sealed half of your cultivation. Right now, all of your cultivation has been sealed by me."

Eighth Master Zhao was surprised for a moment. He wanted to exert some strength, but found out that his body was nothing but a head that listened to him.

They were all decorations.

"Eighth Master Zhao, don't worry, I've already suppressed your poison. The poison you've been infected with is chronic. It's obvious that someone wants to kill you, but you can't find out who, so why don't we talk about the conditions?"

Eighth Master Zhao's face darkened, and immediately laughed, "You really are worthy to be the number one genius in Hsing City."

The two of them looked at each other and started laughing heartily.

"… …"

Eighth Master Zhao left. That night, there was no wind nor rain as it was peaceful and quiet.

Only the one and only Drunken Immortal Tavern in Hsing City was still open. A group of people were plotting, and it was the only tranquility of the night.

They didn't know that Eighth Master Zhao had agreed to Yang Faan's request before leaving.

It was already daytime, but the sky was not lit up yet. Rumbling sounds came from the sky and a heavy rain came along with it. Yang Faan walked out of his room and the rain fell heavily on the ground.

Yang Qian'er suddenly ran in front of him and passed an umbrella to Yang Faan.

"Big brother, don't get wet."

Yang Faan looked at his sister and noticed that the corners of her dress were covered in mud and her clothes were half wet. Yang Faan took the umbrella and said, "Go back, don't freeze."

Yang Faan opened his umbrella and left. The umbrella was big enough to block him completely.

Looking at Yang Faan's leaving figure, Yang Qian'er was still worried. She shouted loudly, "Brother, come back early, today is …"

Yang Faan didn't hear the rest clearly.

The rain got heavier and heavier, and after walking through more than half of the Hsing City, he finally arrived outside the door of the Earthly Paradise. The so-called Earthly Paradise was actually a land of flowers, snow, and moons, and today's difference was that those fireworks did not attract customers, because the Four Great Clans had reserved this place.

Yang Faan put away his umbrella and swung it around. He glanced at the bottle in his pocket and went inside.

This bottle was given to him by Eighth Master Zhao. There were three pills in the bottle, which could instantly raise his cultivation level. However, the side effects were not small.

He patted his chest and opened the door to the Stormy Flower Snow Moon with a cold look on his face.

The one watching the show and the one listening to the song, flirtatiously looked towards the door with the goddesses of the heavens. Yang Faan looked at all these with confidence, "Trash, why did you guys come so early? "Oh, they are waiting for me, aren't they? It seems like I am the only one who can receive the welcome from you trash."

He told Yang Faan that the young geniuses of Hsing City would gather in the heavens tomorrow to prepare for the competition three days later. As the Young Patriarch of the Yang Family, Yang Faan would naturally go.

Eighth Master Zhao naturally knew that there was a trick to it, so he gave the precious medicine bottle to Yang Faan.

Yang Faan looked at the Hsing City young talents that wanted to curse but didn't dare to, as if they had eaten a lotus flower and didn't dare to spit it out. He really wanted to laugh.

He walked to the staircase. At the junction of the stairs, there was a chair. Yang Faan sat on it. The moment he sat down, all the young talents stood up.

"Yang Faan, you're too presumptuous, that's the second elder of the Chu Family, the person in charge of this competition, you're only a piece of trash!"

The one who spoke was the third son of the Chu Family Patriarch, Chu Yu. He had a long head and long sideburns on his shoulders. His face was kind and fair, and he looked like a gentleman. Of course, this was before he opened his mouth.

Yang Faan squinted, raising his hand and pointing it at Chu Yu.

"Are you unconvinced?"

Then he swept his hand over everyone.

"Are you all unconvinced as well?" No one replied. Yang Faan laughed out loud, "Trash, what a bunch of trash. If you don't dare, then shut up. If you don't dare, then come up!"

Chu Yu held his hands tightly, how could he accept this?

"Yang Faan, go to hell!" Chu Yu jumped up and prepared to challenge Chu Yu alone.

Yang Faan looked at Chu Yu, who was hovering in the air like a bird, and threw a heavy punch at him.

With a "kacha", Chu Yu was sent flying.

He fell to the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

When Chu Yu landed, Yang Faan sat back down.

When the crowd saw this, they were furious, but they didn't dare to make a sound. Suddenly, a round of applause came from the second floor.

Everyone raised their heads and realized that it was the eldest miss of the Chu Family who had just arrived from the sect last night, Chu Mengyi.

Chu Mengyi wore a phoenix crown on her head and had a red dot on her forehead. Her long hair hung down to her chest, covering the whitest part of her body. She wore a red robe, looking noble and elegant.

She also had a pair of eyes that were filled with love. Many men would be unable to extricate themselves when they saw her.

Yang Faan glanced at it and didn't even look at it. After all, he had seen a lot of these kinds of people.