Song Yushu was stunned. He couldn't imagine what he heard!
"Holy weapon?"
His brain felt like it had been struck by lightning, and he was in a state of confusion.
Ye Fan actually gave Yun Qingwu a sacred artifact as a small gift?
Even the Ice Feather Immortal could not just give a sacred weapon to his disciple, but Ye Fan just sat there as if nothing happened.
And this is what Yun Qingwu said herself. It cannot be false.
So how rich and powerful is Ye Fan to be able to reach such a level?
"No, is this true or false?"
"This boy, a monk of the thirty-sixth star, casually gave away a sacred weapon?"
"I'm not dreaming, am I?"
…
Several geniuses were shocked at the same time.
"Princess Qingwu, are you really remembering correctly? This boy gave you a sacred weapon casually?"
Some of them are still determined to find out more.
Yun Qingwu shook her head and said: "It's such a big thing. How could I remember it wrong? This senior brother and the elders of the Treasure Appraisal Team can see it clearly. If it weren't for Young Master Ye Fan's help, I wouldn't be able to sit down now."
Here, if you don’t believe it, just ask Xiao Shaolong, the crown prince of the Panwu Dynasty, who is in the second position of Tianzi, he is a witness!"
Upon hearing this, the genius walked directly to Panwu Dynasty.
"Prince Xiao Shaolong, did Ye Fan really give Princess Qingwu a sacred weapon?"
Hearing this, Xiao Shaolong suddenly became furious.
"Huh, that's right. If some kid hadn't appeared out of nowhere and sent the holy weapon, our Panwu Dynasty would have been the number one master in the world. It's really abominable!"
Seeing Xiao Shaolong's angry expression, the monk understood that this matter seemed to be true.
He hurriedly returned to the seat of Tianzi No. 1 and spoke to several other disciples.
At this time, Song Yushu was still in shock.
He would never have thought that Ye Fan could give away the holy weapon casually. What a precious treasure it was. How could it be given away so easily?
This inner imbalance was fully revealed, and he was almost going crazy now.
His opponent not only sat next to Princess Qingwu and gained her favor, but was also able to give away a sacred weapon. How unfair was this?
You know, as a being ranked thirty-sixth on the Prodigy List, he has never seen what a holy weapon looks like.
And Ye Fan, a young boy who was born in the late 19th century, actually gave Princess Qingwu a sacred weapon.
Now, Song Yushu's resentment towards Ye Fan was even more profound, and he almost wanted to kill Ye Fan directly.
However, the previous failure made him understand that it was not that easy to kill Ye Fan.
Unless he gets help from others, he must find his own face.
He looked around and found that apart from them, there were no core personnel of Shuiyue Holy Land here.
"Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!"
Song Yushu thought in his heart that he would deliberately frame Ye Fan now.
He walked up to Mark and said with a sneer: "You actually gave away a sacred weapon. What a pity, I don't believe it!"
"Haha, do you believe that you care about my business? Song Yushu. I advise you not to ask for trouble!"
Ye Fan stood up and responded with the same sneer.
Ye Fan knew the guy in front of him very well. He was a master who didn't care about anything for his own face.
Looking at how furious he is now, he must be planning to do something amazing.
"Ye Fan, you are really arrogant!"
"I'm just arrogant. So what!"
"you!"
Song Yushu was completely choked by Ye Fan and didn't know what to say.
"Junior Brother Yushu, you are still..."
One of the core disciples wanted to dissuade Song Yushu. After all, they had confirmed with the prince of the Panwu Dynasty that Ye Fan had really sent the holy weapon.
Seeing that Song Yushu was not calm, they wanted to dissuade him.
"Hmph, you don't have to worry about it. I'm going to fight this bastard to the end this time!"
Song Yushu interrupted the disciple without waiting for him to finish speaking, which made the latter very unhappy.
They all also understand that Song Yushu is a person who cannot suffer any loss. Let's see what he will do now.
"Master Yushu, you should calm down!" Yun Qingwu also stepped forward to dissuade her.
This time, Song Yushu did not directly retaliate. After all, Princess Qingwu still had a very high status in his heart. At this time, he thought of the elegance of a gentleman.
"Princess Qingwu, it's okay. Just stand aside. I'm going to ask this bastard this time if he has any sacred artifacts!"
Song Yushu looked at Ye Fan coldly.
"Ye Fan, I don't believe you have any sacred weapon. A boy from a remote country, you are not a disciple of the Immortal Master at all. I have absolute confidence. Now, I want to bet with you once!"
Hearing this, the monks around him became excited.
The monks who came here are all strong, not to mention there are many core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land around.
In this way, the intensity of the audience will be greatly enhanced.
"It seems that Song Yushu is completely crazy. What is this kid going to bet with Ye Fan?"
"Huh, that's not what we care about anymore. We can just watch the show."
"You're right. Song Yushu is famous among the core disciples for not being able to suffer losses. Looking at his posture, his previous defeat by Ye Fan is probably true. This time he just wants to regain his face!"
"rational!"
Everyone smiled. The core disciples were taken advantage of in Shuiyue Holy Land. This in itself was a very strange thing.
After all, according to many previous experiences, even the forces of high-level stars generally will not offend core disciples easily.
Ye Fan is an exception. He doesn't care about the feelings of these core disciples at all and goes his own way.
This is one of the reasons why Ye Fan has attracted the attention of so many people. They want to see how much surprise this country bumpkin from out of town can bring them.
"Master Yushu, you'd better forget it!"
"Princess Qingwu, you must have been deceived by this bastard. I will never let you get hurt. Go and wait over there. I will never lose this time!"
"well!"
Yun Qingwu was speechless for a while. Now Song Yushu really couldn't listen to the persuasion. In this case, she returned to her position.
"Stop talking nonsense, Song Yushu, what do you want to bet on?"
"It's very simple. If you don't have a holy weapon, I will kowtow to you!"
"oh?"
The corners of Ye Fan's mouth raised slightly.
Just as Song Yushu finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps and everyone gave way.
It turned out to be the elder who had accepted Ye Fan's gift before and came straight to him: "Master Ye Fan, the sacred instrument you just gave has been registered. Once again, on behalf of Shuiyue Holy Land, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you!"
