The System Takes Me to Practice

The old man of the Blue Horned Bull Clan showed an expression that he could see through everything, but he didn't know that Yang Fan had already killed them just now, but he was lucky to have escaped.

Yang Fan froze slightly, his thoughts quickly turned, he was worried about how to sneak into the dragon clan, but he did not expect that the sky would not be able to stand it, and he took the initiative to send the door a perfect way.

"Haha, it turned out to be the Blue-horned Bull Clan belonging to the Dragon Clan's affiliated race. It's really disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Yang Fan laughed and gave a fist to the old man.

The immortal Wuzong group looked at each other, you look at me and I see you, everyone probably guessed Yang Fan's plan in their hearts, and they also smiled, not letting the purpose of their group be exposed.

This time it was the turn of the old man of the Green Horn Bull Clan to be taken aback.

"Little friend, listen to what you mean, can it be said that you are also a subsidiary race of the Dragon Race?"

If this is the case, with a strong tribe like Yang Fan, then Yang Fan's race ranks higher in the Dragon tribe than the Blue Horn Bull tribe.

Thinking of this, the old man wanted to win over Yang Fan.

"Naturally not, we are not a race, but a less well-known force from the Lower Continent called Wu Zong. Not long ago I saw the Dragon Clan army in front of all the forces in the Lower Continent, easily slam the Immortal Wu Zong, we Wu Zong is very It’s the yearning, and if you want to join the Dragon Clan, even if you become an affiliated force of the Dragon Clan, you’re willing."

Yang Fan became more excited as he spoke, as if he was willing to die as long as he could join the dragon clan.

The elder of the Blue Horn Bull tribe suddenly realized that he smiled at the corner of his mouth knowingly, thinking that the time had come, but he was not in a hurry. This kind of thing needs to be said by the person concerned, otherwise he will appear unkind.

"Hey, it's just that I don't have any contacts, let alone joining the Dragon Clan, there is no way to even enter the Dragon Clan's wedding ceremony this time."

While speaking, Yang Fan glanced at the old man of the Green Horn Bull Clan intentionally or unintentionally, which couldn't be more obvious.

As the patriarch of the Blue-horned Bull Clan, the old man has a natural understanding of tactics, knowing that Yang Fan is unable to take the initiative to speak, so he deliberately elaborated euphemistically and wanted him to bring up this topic.

Thinking of this, the old man suddenly laughed.

"Little friend, it seems that God’s will is going to help you. Although my Blue Horn Bull Race is only one of the Dragon Race's subsidiary races, I can still speak in the Dragon Race. I can’t guarantee that the Dragon Chief will agree to you, but I will bring you in. There is no problem with referrals."

When Yang Fan heard it, his eyes lit up and said excitedly.

"Senior, are you all true?"

Xiao Chenquan and the three of them watched and praised Yang Fan's acting skills.

"Little friend, don't say that, my strength is not as strong as you, so I shouldn't be called this."

The old man smiled satisfied, and went forward to talk with Yang Fan.

The Sky Eye Clan and his party headed by Tian Haoyuan were a little dumbfounded. They didn't expect Yang Fan to enter so quickly, and suddenly found the perfect way to enter the Dragon Clan.

This time, everyone changed their appearance in order not to reveal their identity information and purpose. As long as they don't reveal their breath, it is impossible for outsiders to see through, except for the saints.

"I don't know the old man's name?"

Yang Fan is now completely showing the attitude that a weak person is seeking allies, so the old man is not surprised by Yang Fan's behavior, even as it should be.

"The little friend can call me the Blue Horn King, the patriarch of the Blue Horn Bull Clan."

"In the Xia Hun Yuan Pili hand to Kun, Wu Zong's Taishang elder."

The reason why Yang Fan said that he was Hunyuan's hand in Kunming was because he was undercover like Kunna, and he almost broke Mingjiao on his own.

"Hunyuan Thunderbolt?"

King Qingjiao was a little puzzled. At first he thought these seven characters were Yang Fan's name, but then he realized that Yang Fan praised himself invisibly.

"Yes, I have practiced a palm technique called Hunyuan Thunderbolt Palm. Because there are many monks who died under my practice, my enemy gave me the title of Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand over time. "

"So that's the case. I don't think the young friend is very old. I didn't expect to gain such a reputation at a young age. It will not be difficult to become an emperor in the future."

The group of people behind Yang Fan, apart from the three of Zeng Zhuojun, the senior officials of the Xianwu Zong and the senior officials of the Sky Eyes all had a little knowledge of Yang Fan.

If you didn't understand Yang Fan, I am afraid that even Zeng Zhuojun and the three would think that Yang Fan really had such a title and such a deed.

The two talked for a while, before Yang Fan remembered, and hurriedly came to the corpses of the dead desperadoes, groping for something.

In a short while, Yang Fan found dozens of storage rings on these corpses, and millions of top-quality fairy crystals, which really made a small profit.

"Does the little friend have such a strength, is it still worth seeing these few foreign objects?"

"There is no way, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat. This is how my family was accumulated. When I was a child, I was used to poor life."

Yang Fan tried his best to act like a miser, insatiably greedy, not even letting go of these less valuable things.

King Qingjiao saw the whole process in his eyes, and he had a greater grasp of drawing to Yang Fan in his heart.

"Well, it's not too early, we should go to the dragon clan to send gifts."

Speaking of the word congratulation, Yang Fan deliberately increased his tone.

The old man Qingjiao Wang did not hear Yang Fan's pun, but the Sky Eyes and Xianwuzong people understood the true meaning of this sentence in their hearts.

Three days later, the middle reaches of the continent is in the east, the land of the dragon clan.

A three-hundred-meter-long Shenxing flying boat came quickly. This scene attracted the attention of many guests in front of the Dragon Clan.

In front of these guests, there is a team of dragon guards. They are the security forces in charge of the wedding to prevent uncontrollable situations.

This dragon team has as many as a hundred people, and everyone's strength has reached the terrifying fairy king realm.

I am afraid that in the entire Zhongyou Continent, except for the Sky Eyes, only the Dragons have such a large handwriting and heritage.

"The incoming people stop, the dragon is a heavy land, and the Shenxing Flying Boat is forbidden to enter directly."

Among the 100 people, a Dragon Race from the Immortal Venerable Realm stood up and waved his hand at the coming Shenxing Feizhou.

Hum!

At this time, the Shenxing Feizhou suddenly stopped, and a group of people walked out of it. It was Yang Fan and his group who had the Blue Horn Bull tribe behind them.

"It turned out to be Captain Long Aotian, it's really disrespectful!"

Before Yang Fan and the others could speak, Qingjiao stood up and gave a salute to the dragon clan powerhouse in the Immortal Venerable Realm. He clearly knew this dragon clan man named Long Aotian.

"Oh, it turned out to be the Blue Horn King. I didn't expect you to come so soon, and... also brought outsiders."

After all, Long Aotian looked at Yang Fan and his group with a little displeased on his face, obviously not welcoming the arrival of Yang Fan and others.