I Really Want To Go Against The Sky Chapter 621: What do you sleep for, all give experience for the teacher!

Twenty-ninth grade in the third grade of South China Wushu School.

When Yang Fan walked leisurely from the outside into the classroom, it happened that An Sheng was taking action to teach several male students in the class.

Several mental spurs stimulated several classmates to yell, making the whole class roar.

With just a glance, Yang Fan guessed what was going on.

Because behind the last row where he and An Sheng are, a temporary desk was added today, and the person sitting in front of the desk is Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian's appearance is pure and sweet, and her skin is white and tender, and she smiles, and the small dimples on both sides can hold two or two small wines, which is not as good as the most beautiful Huayue classmates in the class.

Such a pure and lovely big beauty suddenly appeared in the class. The little boys in the class didn’t even see their eyes straight. They came over to make a conversation. It was almost normal.

"This guy, An Sheng, doesn't care about his mouth. Isn't it true in my heart? Hypocrisy!"

Yang Fan glanced contemptuously at An Sheng, who was feeding, and straightened up to walk back.

Walking closer, Yang Fan gently waved his hands and lifted the imprisonment and mental interference of several people, then glared at An Sheng: "All of them are already level 6 spiritual teachers, and they are so kind to bully their classmates under the warrior. Classmates, bullying is weak, are you conscious?"

An Sheng smirked.

Not to mention, it’s really interesting to bully the bully, and I feel cool.

He wanted to teach these little cubs for a long time, and finally let him get the chance today. Isn't that enough to bully?

Xu Le and Song Zi'an who were rescued by Yang Fan heard the conversation between Yang Fan and An Sheng.

What kind of stuff?

This fat fat man, An Sheng, is already a Level 6 spiritual teacher? !

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No wonder they always have a powerful sense of frustration when facing An Sheng. No wonder that President Chen will agree to let An Sheng represent the South China Martial Arts School to participate in the ring stop of the Zhenshou Mansion.

For a long time, it turned out that this fat man turned out to be a pig and a tiger, just as disgusting as Yang Fan.

You’re so **** so special, you said it early, and you know that you’re a sixth-level spiritual teacher, so a silly fork will come over and grab a girl with you!

The eyes of several people looked at Yang Fan again. Yang Fan didn't seem to change much, but the breath on his body became more and more dusty and elegant. Why did he repair it?

However, watching Yang Fan just rescued them from An Sheng's hand just now, the small appearance of the light description can be seen by anyone, and his strength must be above An Sheng.

"Even the dead fat man is already a sixth-level spiritual master. Wouldn't Yang Fan, who is hiding deeper, be more powerful?"

Once they heard Yang Fan deliberately belittle them, they were still a little bit unconvinced. Now, all of them have their tails clipped together, and they greeted Yang Fan timidly and said thanks, then slipped back carefully. He didn't even dare to return his head when he got his seat.

At this time, Mu Qianqian stood up gently and respectfully approached Yang Fan: "I have seen the master!"

Yang Fan nodded gently, and laid a spiritual barrier to prevent the conversation between them from being heard by the students outside.

After taking a deep look at Mu Qianqian, Yang Fan asked quietly: "Why did you follow along too? You just broke through last night, don’t you continue to wait and consolidate your cultivation?"

Mu Qianqian was stunned. I don’t know how Yang Fan saw it. She is already a spiritual psychic now. The cultivation level is one level higher than Yang Fan. It stands to reason that she hides so deliberately. Yang Xi should not be able to see it under the circumstances of Xiuyu fluctuations.

Aunt Qing is right. Yang Fan, the little master, really has a big secret.

"People know that they can't hide the master." Mu Qianqian embarrassedly said: "I took the medicine given by the master last night, and some cultivation resources given by the patriarch of the tribe when I came out, so I was not careful. It broke through directly."

Are you careful?

Yang Fan's mouth twitched, wasn't this a vocabulary that he used to pretend to be in front of others? I didn't expect it to be pretended by his disciples today.

"The word accidentally used well." Yang Fan nodded in sympathy: "After all, the teacher often used to be so careless before, and I couldn't prevent it if I wanted to prevent it."

"Uh?"

Mu Qianqian opened her mouth involuntarily, and she didn't even get back to it for a while, what care, what defense?

But soon, Mu Qianqian turned around and looked at Yang Fan speechlessly. He felt that his way of doing things was far worse than that of Yang Fan.

The master deserves to be a master, even if it is a forced one, it can be so dumb.

Mu Qianqian is completely convinced.

What can she do with such a brazen teacher, she is also helpless.

An Sheng has long been accustomed to Yang Fan's brazenness, and has also been used by Yang Fan to attack, so there is no special feeling.

His attention is now focused on what Yang Fan said just last night.

What did you break through?

If he remembers well, when Bai was in Daixing City yesterday, Mu Qianqian had just advanced to the ninth level spiritual teacher.

If you break through now, wouldn’t it be a spiritual master?

How is this possible?

Even if she took the three 7th-level Soul Refining Golden Pills given to her by Yang Fan, it should not be enough to allow him to directly reach the peak state of the 9th-level spiritual master, and then break through in one fell swoop?

An Sheng couldn't accept it. He felt that the gap between him and Mu Qianqian seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

"Qianqian, are you already a spiritual spiritist?"

Finally, An Sheng couldn’t help but asked directly. Mu Qianqian heard the words and turned his head to smile sweetly at him: “Yes, brother An Sheng, I am already a spiritual spiritualist now, very powerful !"

Mu Qianqin smiled with pride, and made an encouraging gesture towards An Sheng: "Brother An Sheng also needs to be promoted as soon as possible to be promoted to the spiritual master, so that we can stay with the master and continue to practice. Now!"

An Sheng smiled and nodded his head, but he wanted to come on, but could the spirit spiritist break through just a few slogans?

"Master~! Your family also wants to make progress, and you want to break through to the realm of spiritual spirit master sooner!"

An Sheng suddenly pinched the orchid finger and leaned against Yang Fan with a flattering face. The master called Yang Fan a little disgusted, and could not help but give this dead fat man a mental shock.

"Wow rely on! You are real!"

An Sheng took pains and flicked his head. He could not help but glared at Yang Fan: "People kindly and kindly call you a master, but you are so cruel to me? I am the chief, the chief of the Demon Gate, but now only the spiritual thought Division Six, if I say it, I don’t lose my face alone!"

Yang Fan whispered: "I have already given you the opportunity. If you don't work hard, who can blame you?"

"Why don't I work hard?" An Sheng grieved, raising his hands and patting his belly. "I am practicing as long as I have time. During this time, I don't even have food to practice." Time to eat, not even water to drink, and now my belly is thinner!"

Yang Fan asked directly: "Then you told me that last night, you practiced for a total of several hours, shouldn't you arrive within three hours?"

An Sheng's heart shivered. Why did Yang Fan chatter out for three hours? Is it a coincidence or this girl peeping at him last night?

"Poor...almost, three hours is not too small?"

An Sheng was guilty and didn’t dare to quibble about false reports.

"Is there a lot of three hours? There are twelve hours in a night, but you only took three hours to practice, and wasted almost nine hours, so you dare to say that you work hard? !"

Yang Fan hates that iron cannot be made into steel, and an image of Zhou Paipi who catches the laziness of his self-employed workers.

Of all the disciples, Shuansheng’s sect has the highest centripetal force, and the experience of spiritual training is also the most abundant.

But last night, almost all the disciples practiced all night long, and it didn’t stop until dawn. Only Ansheng, the stink boy, practiced for only three hours, causing Yang Fanping to lose hundreds. Points of spiritual strength training experience.

I'm so angry.

The trumpet must have the consciousness of the trumpet, so the lazy and indifferent spirit can’t help.

Is already a little master of the sixth level of the spiritual teacher. Is there any need to go to bed at night? If you don’t practice overnight, don’t try to improve your cultivation, is it a crime?

"Now you know you're in a hurry, don't you think it's too late?" Yang Fan raised her finger to Mu Qianqian and said: "You ask others Qianqian, how many hours did you practice every day before? Can I ask Wang Zhe’s cousin again, how many hours will he practice every day?"

"Do you think that other people's successes are falling from the sky? Even if the talents are the best, the resources are not counted, and the people who don't know how to practice hard, never want to really stand out!"

An Sheng couldn't help turning his head to look at Mu Qianqian, and Mu Qianqian whispered: "Since I was three years old, I have never slept at night, and I used cultivation instead of sleep."

"Most of our shepherd's heirs are like this. Why, isn't Brother Ansheng actually?"

Mu Qianqian's rhetorical question asked An Sheng for a while, feeling ashamed and disheartened.

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It turns out that he is not talented or hard enough, but that those guys who are even more talented than him actually work harder than him every day. How can this be done, and when can they catch up.

Yang Fan heard Mu Qianqian's answer, but she couldn't help but look away, and the phrase "lie down!" almost blurted out.

Do you want to fight like this, the three-year-old child will not let him sleep, is there a bit of humanity?

Fortunately, he and Yang Guo were not born in those rich families, otherwise they all had to be depressed.

"Cough cough!" Yang Fan coughed a little bit~IndoMTL.com~ continued to teach An Sheng: "Have you heard, even the young Tianjiao like Qianqian is working so hard, what reason do you have to practice every night? Three hours?"

"Don’t say that being a brother does not give you a chance, if you want to quickly advance to the level of a spiritualist, the training time should not be less than ten hours every night in the future, otherwise, you will wait for the pastor to do it A son-in-law at home!"

An Sheng's body trembles, and then he poses with a bite and incisive gesture, and assures Yang Fan loudly, "Master, don't worry, isn't it a spiritual spirit master, isn't it just ten hours? It's a big deal. After he is handsome, he will never sleep again! Who is afraid of whom?"

An Sheng patted his chest, trembling.

"Remember what you say, but I will supervise and investigate from time to time, if you let me find that you dare to be lazy, you know the consequences!"

Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.

That's right.

The good youth Shaohua, how do you still sleep at night, it is the right way to brush up on his cultivation experience!