but.
Yu'er, the personal maid who came with her, stared intently at him!
That look in his eyes sent chills down Yang Fan's spine.
Indeed, like master, like maid!
From now on, stay as far away from this master and servant as possible!
Yang Fan returned to the crowd, waiting for the promotion competition to begin.
The rules for a handyman disciple to be promoted to outer sect are very simple.
Each handyman disciple must challenge an outer disciple.
You don't need to win; you just need to hold out for ten minutes against an outer disciple to pass.
Half an hour later, Yang Fan's challenge began.
It's quite a coincidence.
Yang Fan's opponent was none other than Zhang Chao's grandson, his senior brother.
Holy crap!
Last time, Zhang Chao almost got killed by Yu'er because of the incident of stealing credit.
Zhang Chao immediately pinned the blame on Yang Fan.
In the past two weeks, he has caused a lot of trouble.
If Elder Qian hadn't been holding them back, the two probably would have started fighting.
today.
Yang Fan's advancement to the outer sect and his encounter with Senior Brother Zhang Chao seemed like a deliberate arrangement.
"Kid, you're out of luck to have met me in today's contest!"
Senior Brother Zhang Chao chuckled sinisterly.
"It doesn't matter, I didn't plan to come anyway."
Yang Fan shrugged, adopting a nonchalant expression.
Being a menial disciple is fine. If Elder Qian hadn't dragged him here, he really wouldn't have planned to participate in this bullshit promotion competition.
"Ha! Then I'll see if you really don't want to come."
Senior Brother Zhang Chao sneered and made the first move.
Senior Brother Zhang Chao is at the late stage of the Earth Immortal Realm, just half a step away from reaching the peak of the Earth Immortal Realm.
Yang Fan's cultivation level has reached the mid-stage of the Profound Immortal realm.
If they really started fighting, Yang Fan could easily torture him like a dog.
but.
Yang Fan disguised himself as He Qiang and came to the Holy Light Sect. His strength was suppressed to the seventh level of the Immortal Ascension Realm.
If he were to demonstrate the strength to defeat Senior Brother Zhang Chao at this moment, it would inevitably arouse suspicion among the surrounding elders.
At that point, his situation will be quite dangerous.
After weighing the pros and cons, Yang Fan decided to continue suppressing his strength at the Immortal Ascension Realm.
Bang!
Bang!
The two were locked in fierce combat.
In just three rounds, Yang Fan was defeated by Zhang Chao's powerful and heavy blow.
"puff!"
Yang Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
Below the arena.
Elder Qian's face turned ashen upon seeing this.
He could clearly see that Senior Brother Zhang Chao was deliberately preventing Yang Fan from being promoted to an outer disciple.
after all.
When a servant disciple challenges an outer disciple, the outer disciple usually only uses about 30% of their strength.
Moreover, you only need to hold it for ten minutes!
But just now, when Yang Fan fought with Senior Brother Zhang Chao, this guy went all out!
If it weren't for the crowd of people watching from below the stage, he might have killed Yang Fan outright!
On the other side of the stands, the Holy Venerable also frowned slightly, his expression not very good.
but.
Although Senior Brother Zhang Chao was unethical, he didn't break the rules, so as the sect leader of the Holy Light Cult, she couldn't say anything.
"Ahem! Elder Qian, I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"Oh well! It's okay... we can try again next time."
Elder Qian looked at Yang Fan, whose face was pale, and sighed.
"Elder Qian, my injuries are quite severe, I'll go back and rest first."
Yang Fan pretended that his injuries were too serious and made an excuse to escape.
A moment later, Yang Fan returned to his residence.
Squeak!
He pushed open the door and walked into the room, and the beautiful figure that suddenly appeared in front of him startled him on the spot.
"Holy crap! Your Majesty... what are you doing in my room?"
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