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Just as Ye Fan was about to secretly give the Soul Concentrating Pill to this disciple, a figure hurried over with a dark green face. It was Fan Zhanyang who was violently beaten up by Ye Fan yesterday.
"Zhan Yang, why have you come so late?"
When the disciple saw Fan Zhanyang, he immediately said with a face full of smiles.
"So it was Senior You who was on duty. I had a feeling this morning and suddenly entered a state of cultivation. I woke up a bit late."
Fan Zhanyang said while chuckling.
"As expected of a genius. There's only twenty minutes before the examination officially begins. Hurry up and enter."
The Profound Heaven Sect disciple who was addressed as Senior Brother You nodded and said.
"This Senior Brother You, why can't I go in when he's late?"
Ye Fan could not help but become somewhat angry. It was one thing to accept this gift, but they were both examination disciples, and yet they treated him differently. This made him extremely unhappy.
"How can a trash with barely passable two subjects like you compare with a genius like Zhan Yang? He was an outstanding elite disciple in the first two rounds. If you were also outstanding, I would have definitely let you pass too. "
Senior Brother You glanced at Ye Fan and said coldly.
Only now did Fan Zhanyang notice that it was Ye Fan, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly.
"Oh? Is the result of the examination enough to determine whether my disciple is outstanding or not? "
Ye Fan raised his brows, and asked the You Senior Brother.
"Hehe, the assessment is the place that can best reflect a person's strength. For example, this year's first and second place Chen Kaitai, and Zhan Yang in front of you, which one of them is not a dragon among men? And a normal person like you, who knows how many of my Profound Heaven Sect will be driven out each year! "
Senior You said with a sneer.
"Fan Zhanyang, are you really that outstanding?"
Ye Fan raised his head and asked Fan Zhanyang.
"This ?"
Fan Zhanyang suddenly felt a headache. If he answered outstanding questions, then wouldn't that mean that he had angered Ye Fan? If he didn't answer exceptional questions, that would be equivalent to slapping Senior Brother You's face.
He wasn't in a position to offend either side, so he instantly fell into a dilemma.
Is there a need to ask?" Zhan Yang is naturally a thousand times stronger than you. For someone like you, he can beat you up with a single hand and make you crawl all over the ground!
Senior Brother You revealed a trace of arrogance on his face and said to Ye Fan.
"In that case, how about we make a bet?"
Ye Fan glanced at Fan Zhanyang and said, causing him to feel a chill.
"What bet?"
Senior Brother You asked puzzledly, not understanding why Ye Fan still wanted to make a bet at a time like this.
"Let's bet on whether I can win against that elite disciple of yours. If I lose, these two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills will be yours. I'll leave immediately."
Two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills appeared in Ye Fan's hands, and he placed them in front of Senior Brother You.
Senior Brother You's eyes couldn't help but light up. Two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills might not be a lot, but to an ordinary outer disciple like him, it was still a fortune.
Ordinary outer sect disciples could only get one bottle a month. The rest would have to be exchanged for with contribution points. However, there were too many things that required contribution points, and it was not easy to earn them.
"Alright, I'll bet!"
Senior You immediately agreed.
This time, it was Ye Fan's turn to be stunned. He had not said anything on what if he won, but the other party had already agreed.
"I haven't said what if I win?"
Ye Fan said in a serious tone.
"What?" You think you can win? Are you crazy? I think you just want to lose two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills to me! Alright, since you're so young, I won't bother with you anymore. Come in with Zhan Yang. "
Shixiong You stretched out his hand to grab the Soul Concentrating Pill in front of him.
"Wait!" "Wait for me to finish stating my terms."
Ye Fan immediately took the Soul Concentrating Pill, and said to Senior Brother You.
"Okay, tell me, I'm listening."
He was waiting for the Soul Concentrating Pills to cultivate, so he might be able to break through a small realm.
"If I win, I will still give you these two bottles of Soul Concentrating Pills. You only need to shout three times and look down on me."
Ye Fan said with a cold smile.
"You actually dare to insult Senior Brother, you're courting death!"
Shixiong You couldn't help but be enraged, directly reaching out to touch the sword hanging on his waist.
"So you think you're going to lose? Didn't you just say that I am trash? Fan Zhanyang can beat me to a crawl on the ground with just one hand? "
Ye Fan didn't have the slightest intention to dodge as he coldly laughed and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Ugh ?"
Shixiong You was suddenly at a loss for words, and his hand that had drawn his sword also stopped moving.
That's right, what's the rush? How could this kind of trash be a match for Fan Zhanyang!
At the end of the day, this was just a method that the trash used to provoke him. He wanted him to let him go, but unfortunately, his plan was wrong!
"Alright, I'll bet!"
Senior Brother You confidently nodded, then looked towards Fan Zhanyang, giving him a look of encouragement.
Fan Zhanyang was about to cry.