: Group Questioning Conference

Chu Yunhan was full of demonic energy, and his cold breath dissipated around him. His eyes full of killing and fighting spirit were always frozen in Yang Fan, like a petrified statue, motionless.

The monks around immediately distanced themselves from the evil star.

Yang Fan felt a fighting will that could be killed and then reborn from Chu Yunhan's charm, and a wonderful sense came into his heart.

Chu Yunhan in this state has ignored life and death. A ghostly demonic flame in his palm is definitely an extremely terrifying existence.

Seeing that there were more and more monks gathering around the "Wentiantai", even far beyond the limit that Yangjiabao could restrict.

Fortunately, most of the monks are watching the fun. If they intentionally cause trouble, it will be enough to destroy Yangjiabao several times.

"Fan'er, the Yang Family Fort's children are here, and guests from all major sects have already arrived."

At this moment, the ancestor of the Yang family walked up to Yang Fan and said with a respectful look on his face.

After a night of horror last night, the ancestor of the Yang family could deeply feel how powerful the power behind Yang Fan was. Even the ancestor of the Yang family's Jindan was severely injured, and was controlled in Yangjia Castle with the young master Yang Yu. Mr. Xu and other powerful foundation-building powerhouses even disappeared overnight.

fear.

The ancestor of the Yang family had already developed psychological fear of Yang Fan.

At this moment, the ancestor of the Yang family has to seek the opinions of the three generations of disciples in front of him.

"It's time to start." Yang Fan said lightly.

"Okay, the Questioning Conference will begin soon."

A smile appeared on the Yang family's ancestor and quickly ordered the head of the family Yang Hong to start.

The other monks on the field saw this situation and looked at each other.

They found it hard to believe that the ancestors of a sect would be so respectful to a disciple of three generations.

Especially at Yuwu Villa, some monks in Yangjiabao who don’t know the inside story.

"Friends from all over the world, today is the three-year 'Qingtian Conference' in my Yangjiabao..."

The head of the family, Yang Hong, personally delivered the opening speech, which was nothing more than a polite remark of welcome, honor and other words.

After talking for a long time, the monk below was a little impatient. Yang Hong saw that he was not good at it, so he stopped and said with a smile:

"This year's Tianwen Conference, the other disciples of Yangjiabao don't have to come up to show their shame. Everyone should know that this Tianwen Conference is related to the battle of honor and disgrace between the three rookies of the Yang family in Kyoto and Yangjiabao..."

"Now I'll invite the young master of the Yang family in Kyoto - Yang Yu!"

The whole audience was silent, and most monks swept their eyes to a corner of the VIP desk.

There, there were old and young people sitting. The old man was the ancestor of the Yang family in Kyoto. He looked weak and looked extremely ugly.

Yang Yu was like an eggplant made from frost, without any fighting spirit, and even a little trembling.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan couldn't help but look disappointed.

However, even if Yang Yu has a lot of fighting spirit and is several times stronger, he still has no interest in Yang Fan.

At the higher level, there are all ants. This level of battle is destined to disappoint Yang Fan.

"Go up. Even if you lose, you must hold your head up and your chest up. Don't lose face to the Yang family in Kyoto."

The Jindan ancestor beside Yang Yu sighed softly.

"Yes, Grandpa." Yang Yu took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the rooftop.

During this process, the tension and fear in his heart suddenly disappeared.

The worst result is to lose to the other party and lose all face.

Since he was destined to be unable to escape this disaster, he felt calm.

In this way, Yang Yu, the young leader of the Yang family, walked onto the "Ask the Rooftop".

When he really stepped onto the stage, his eyes were calm and calm, without a trace of tension or fear.

Seeing this, Yang Fan showed a look of praise. Perhaps under such circumstances, he might be looking forward to the next battle.

He wanted to see what level Yang Yu could reach.

"Now I'll invite the three generations of Yang Family Fort - Yang Fan and Yang Lei."

Yang Hong's voice spread throughout the audience.

"Brother..."

Yang Lei's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and he looked at Yang Fan.

"Go up." Yang Fan sighed softly and walked up to the rooftop with his younger brother.

Wow!

There was an uproar on the court!

"This is too unfair, two fight one?"

"I think this Young Master Yang Yu is quite pitiful. I heard that Yang Fan is the number one miracle doctor in Kyoto, and his strength is arrogant and foundation-building..."

"Hmph, that's because he was ungrateful and shouted to challenge the two Doctor Yang three years ago."

"He deserves it!" Most people scoffed at Yang Yu.

"Hahaha, two fight one, even if I, Yang Yu, lose today, there will be no complaints."

Yang Yu suddenly raised his head and laughed, his face looking open.

As soon as this statement was made, the monks on the field also felt deeply, and many monks felt sympathy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that the other party would play with these tricks.

Indeed, under such circumstances, even if the Yang Fan and his brothers can defeat Yang Yu, there is no honor at all, and they will even be despised.

"Yang Yu, this is your own clamor back then. What's wrong? You're scared today."

Yang Lei sneered repeatedly.

"What am I afraid of? At worst, I can lose! Even if I lose, I have no regrets. Anyway, one fights two, hahaha..."

Yang Yu burst into laughter.

"Brother, this guy is actually a scoundrel!" Yang Lei said with a hatred.

The Jindan ancestor of the Yang family who was hiding in the dark couldn't help but feel proud: "This kid is smart. This move is rogue, but it is very effective. Even if he loses, it will not have much impact on the reputation of the Yang family in Kyoto..."

How could Yang Fan let Yang Yu's conspiracy succeed? He said with a sarcastic look:

"Three years ago today, who stood here to show off his power, despise the entire Yangjiabao, and even shamelessly challenged a useless person who lost all his cultivation?"

"Who is that person? Who is that person?"

Yang Fan's voice suddenly increased, overwhelming the audience.

Everyone was quiet, everyone on the field knew the rumors that year, and their eyes swept towards Yang Yu in unison.

"this……"

Under Yang Fan's sharp words and invisible momentum, Yang Yu was suddenly at a loss.

"Who was the one who shouted that Yangjiabao was no one to fight?"

"What's wrong... Where did you go for your arrogance and arrogance back then?"

Yang Fan's words were filled with sneering and contempt.

"Yes, I, Yang Lei, look down on people like you! The people in Yangjiabao look down on you, and the people in the entire Yuyang Immortal Cultivation World look down on you. Hahaha..."

Yang Lei also laughed.

"You...you..."

Yang Yu was extremely frustrated, and was speechless when he was said, and secretly hated that he was young and arrogant and caused such trouble.

"Okay, okay, we brothers fight you, and we really bully the less. Even if I fight you alone, we bully the weak with the strong." Yang Fan suddenly said: "Since that's the case, let's have a bet?"

"Gambling war?"

The monks on the field were suddenly in an uproar and were all excited.

"What kind of gambling war?" Yang Yu looked alert.

"In today's battle, I will take action alone, so as not to bully the less. In order to avoid you clamoring for me to bully the weak, Yang promised to stand still: limit your incense stick of time, and act at will on me at will. Yang only defends without fighting back. As long as you are within one incense stick of incense, you can hurt me every minute, or even let me move half a step. Today's battle will be considered to win. After one incense stick of incense, Yang will only move one finger and only use one move to hit you off the rooftop. If you can't do it, Yang will lose."

"Look at what..."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

"What! This Yaoshi Yang is too arrogant..."

There was an uproar in the audience.

"You're serious?" Yang Yu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he was filled with joy. He thought to himself: "Yang Fan, Yang Fan, you can give me this. I can do it with a stick of incense. You must ensure that it is not damaged at all, or even move a step..."

It can be said that the conditions for winning this bet battle are really too favorable for Yang Yu.

Even Yang Yu had a feeling that even if he won, he would be defeated without any force and his face was lost...
To be continued...