C9 A bet considered a joke

Yang Fan fell limply to the ground, blood flowing out of his mouth.

"Yang Xia, you …"

"If I use any more strength, he'll die!"

Yang Fan let out a mocking laugh, "Hahaha, but you still don't dare to kill me!"

"You!"

Yang Xia concentrated his battle qi and prepared to throw a palm attack.

"How dare you!"

Yang Haitao could not stand it any longer and roared.

The battle qi in Yang Xia's hand dissipated, "Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you have Dad's backing!"

"Ha ha!"

Yang Fan endured the pain of his broken tibia as he struggled to stand up.

"Don't you want to kill me? I'll give you a chance! "

Opportunity?

Yang Xia killed Yang Fan, and still used the opportunity given by the opponent to smack an ant at Stage Six of the Dou Zhe with one palm.

"One year, we will bet for one year!"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm 15 this year, and next year will be the coming of age ceremony for the Yang family. In the coming of age ceremony next year, we will have a fair fight. Winning and losing, life and death, each depends on our own ability."

"Ha ha-ha ha, ha ha-ha ha!"

Yang Xia kept laughing, Yang Fan's words were a huge joke.

In one year, it must be known that Yang Fan was only at the seventh stage of Dou Qi. Even with his talent and heavenly resources, it was impossible for him to reach the Dou Huang level in one year.

"What is it? "You don't dare?"

"What a joke, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course, so I'm asking if you dare?"

"Fine, I promise you. One year from now, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Yang Fan turned his head to look at Yang Haitao, although there was blood at the corner of his mouth, which made him look somewhat miserable.

But this didn't affect the resolution in Yang Fan's eyes in the slightest.

"My lord Patriarch, I hope that we can prepare an appraisal for today's agreement!"

Yang Haitao looked at Yang Fan guiltily, with a worried look in his eyes, "Fan'er!"

"Patriarch, please agree!"

Yang Haitao nodded helplessly, "Fine, since you insist, then I will be the judge of this agreement. One year later, in the coming of age ceremony, life and death will be decided by fate."

"

"Humph!" "Just you wait!"

Yang Xia directly left the pavilion without looking back. Towards Yang Fan's words, it was just a joke.

"Fan'er!"

As soon as Yang Xia left, Yang Fan immediately fell down. Yang Xia's attack just now almost took his life.

At night!

Yang Fan laid on his bed, and his tibia began to slowly heal on its own.

"The host can recover, leaving behind his life!"

Yang Fan was overjoyed when he received the system's notification. He hadn't expected that he would be able to recover automatically from such a heavy injury.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Aunt Zi had been taking care of him all day.

Looking at the medicine on the table, it should have been taken when he was unconscious.

Li Ning picked up the bowl and gulped it down. This sort of thing could not be wasted.

'Ding … swallowed level one healing potion.'

EXP + 1000

Soul force + 3

Acquired Skill: Spiritual Shock. It could directly stun an opponent, increasing their damage as their soul force is strengthened, and could even cause the opponent's soul to collapse.)

A soul force attack is a direct attack to the soul, and these are all skills unique to apothecaries.

"This skill is too powerful!"

The smile on Yang Fan's face became increasingly wider. This injury not only allowed him to break through to Stage Seven Dou Qi, but also allowed him to obtain such a heaven-defying skill.

"Thank you, my good brother!"

Yang Fan lay down and slept soundly, beginning to look forward to tomorrow's trip to the Scripture Pavilion.

(I also want a skill that directly transforms thoughts into words.)