C40 Deacon Ying.

Kaiyang Peak — one of the Seven Main Peaks of the Seven Stars Sect, it was thousands of feet tall, like a pillar that could support the sky. At this time, Yang Fann and Manniu were walking on a small path leading to Kaiyang Peak.

After Yang Fann left the arena area, he did not return to his courtyard. Instead, under the lead of the Man Niu, they went to the Martial Skill Pavilion on the Kaiyang Peak to choose a powerful Yellow Level Martial Skill. To be exact, it was a Movement Technique. With the Ardent Sun Art on his body, coupled with the Transformation Stage Man Niu Pulse Opening Fist, Yang Fann did not lack any offensive methods. However, the Movement Technique was his weakness. In the future, he would be at a disadvantage when facing some people who were skilled in the Movement Technique!

"Junior Brother Yang, it is not easy to obtain Contribution Points in the sect, so you must choose carefully for the first martial skill!" Manniu instructed Yang Fann as he walked. The sect was not a charity. If the outer sect disciple wanted to cultivate the second martial skill, he would have to consume a certain amount of Contribution Point.

However, it was not so easy to obtain the Contribution Point of the sect. Many outer sect disciples would not even be able to accumulate a hundred Contribution Points of the sect after working for half a year. Even the lowest Yellow-level inferior martial technique required a hundred Contribution Points of the sect. In the eyes of many outer sect disciples, this free martial technique was their foundation!

They were not ordinary people. In less than ten minutes, they had already walked a few miles.

At this moment,

"Isn't this the newbie Yang Fann? Isn't today the day of his duel with Ke Yun? Why is he here? "

"To escape at such a critical moment, he must have escaped at the last minute!"

"That's true. He is just a newbie. How much strength does he have? If he really wants to fight on stage, he will definitely die. Although it is hard to say that he ran away at the last minute, it is better than losing his life here!"

"I thought he had some backbone. I never thought that he was just good at talking!"

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, but soon, they were overwhelmed by a wave of contempt. Escaping at the last minute was the most despicable thing to do. However, a wave of retorts soon came.

"What do you know? Yang Fann does not want you to think that it is so simple. Not only is Ke Yun not his match, but even Lei Yun was tortured and killed by him!"

"How is that possible? Who is he? How can he be a match for Ke Yun? He even killed Lei Yun. You have to be more serious when you lie!"

"How can you say such an obvious lie? Do you think we are fools? Lei Yun's cultivation is almost in the top hundred of my Kaiyang Peak. Other than those geniuses with the Eighth Grade Bloodline, there are not many opponents for Lei Yun. How can he be a match for a newbie? Saying that Yang Fann killed Lei Yun, I don't believe it!"

"It is impossible for an ordinary rookie, but this Yang Fann is the newbie king!"

"He is the newbie king? But even so, even if this Yang Fann wins against Ke Yun, he is definitely not a match for Lei Yun."

"All of you don't know how ridiculous this Yang Fann is. Not only did he cultivate a basic martial skill to the Transformation Stage, he even comprehended a Yellow Level Martial Skill that was close to the Perfection Stage."

"How is this possible? How can there be such a monster in this world?"

"If you still don't believe me, we can swear that if we say any nonsense, we will not be able to die in peace."

"That's right, we can swear!"

"What kind of monster is he? He can't even be compared to the Ten Great Disciples!"

"If he is given some more time, I'm afraid that our Kaiyang Yimai will have to respect him as the leader!"

As the result of the previous battle was spread out, the outer sect disciples who saw him along the way had a change in their eyes when they looked at Yang Fann. There was no longer contempt, only shock and fear. In the world of martial artists, the experts were revered. Experience and age were all fake.

"Junior Brother Yang, you are famous this time. In our peak, you are completely famous!" Manniu jokingly smiled at Yang Fann and said, "A newbie actually defied the Peak-pulse's hundred strongest experts. This is something that has never happened in the Seven Stars Sect in a hundred years. I believe that not long from now, Junior Brother Yang, your great name will spread throughout the seven great Peak-pulse of the Outer Sect of the Seven Stars Sect. However, Junior Brother Yang, you still have to be careful. Senior Brother Yun Feiyang will definitely not let you go."

At the end of his speech, a black shadow suddenly enveloped the rough face of the bull. Not a single one of the ten strongest outer sect disciples of each Peak-pulse was someone to be trifled with. They were all geniuses among geniuses. Compared to the other outer sect disciples, even the weakest one could easily kill Lei Yun, a top disciple of the hundred strongest disciples. As one of the three giants of the Kaiyang Yimai, Yun Feiyang was even more outstanding. He was someone that Yang Fann could not defeat!

"Brother Manniu, Yun Feiyang is not someone to be trifled with. I, Yang Fann, am not a weakling either!" As he spoke, Yang Fann's strong self-confidence spread out from his body. Now that he was facing Yun Feiyang, his chances of winning were not very high. However, Yang Fann believed that it wouldn't be long before he surpassed Yun Feiyang and would be far behind him!

With the Heaven and Earth Devouring Method, he was so confident!

Very quickly, another hour passed. An ancient-looking pagoda appeared in Yang Fann's line of sight.

"Junior Brother Yang, look, that's the Martial Skill Pavilion!" Manniu pointed at the pagoda and said to Yang Fann.

"Alright! I can finally choose a martial technique! Brother Manniu, let's hurry over!" Yang Fann's voice was filled with excitement. Although he had already practiced a Yellow-level inferior martial technique, Yang Fann was still unable to hide the excitement in his heart.

Such a large Martial Skill Pavilion had seven floors. It was ancient and grand, and it emitted an ancient and famous aura. It had to be said that it was the foundation of the Kaiyang Peak.

"Junior Brother Yang, go in. I won't accompany you in!" The Martial Skill Pavilion was one of the most important places in the Seven Stars Sect. Not to mention outer sect disciples like Manniu, even Inner Sect disciples were not allowed to enter as they pleased. Half a month ago, Manniu had exhausted all of the Contribution Point of the sect and exchanged for a low-grade Yellow Level Movement Technique. Now, he only had a few Contribution Points left on him. Not to mention exchanging for a Yellow Level Martial Skill, he couldn't even get the lowest basic martial skill. He couldn't even enter the Martial Skill Pavilion.

"Alright, Brother Manniu, please wait for a moment. I'll be back right away!"

Just as Yang Fann took a few steps forward, an old man in a purple robe with hawk eyes walked out of the Martial Skill Pavilion with a vigorous body.

"Junior Brother Yang, that is Deacon Ying, a Bone Forging Expert who has condensed the Spirit Bones. He is the person in charge of the first floor of the Martial Skill Pavilion. He has a high position and authority, and countless outer sect disciples, Inner Sect disciples, and even Outer Sect disciples all have to curry favor with him." Man Niu took a step forward and lowered his voice to introduce Yang Fann. Suddenly, his voice paused, and he said in disbelief, "I... I'm not seeing things, right? This Deacon Ying seems to be walking towards us."

As he spoke, Deacon Ying had already arrived ten meters away from them.

In an instant, Yang Fann felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain pressing down on him.

"So strong. He is not much weaker than Manager Bai. Right now, I'm not his match!" Yang Fann's heart trembled.

"You are Yang Fann?" The corner of Deacon Ying's mouth curled up as he politely asked Yang Fann. However, a trace of disdain flashed across his eyes.