Xianhong Road

Chapter 159 Destined to be surpassed

"I go first……"

With a flash of Wushuang's figure, he flew across the space of seven or eight feet in an instant, and flew to the eaves on the opposite side. She was dressed in spotless white Shengxue clothes, which seemed so out of place in the night.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet." Yang Fan reminded, knowing that he couldn't stop him.

"It's all right, thank you for your treatment..." Wushuang turned her head, the light in her eyes condensed into one point.

In the dark and boundless world in those eyes, Yang Fan's figure was reflected, and he said meaningfully: "Don't forget the agreement between us."

Swish!
The indistinct white shadow drew an arc in the night sky, and within a few breaths, it disappeared from the sight of Yang Fan and everyone in the palace.

Yang Fan showed a look of astonishment, this Wushuang's acting style is really straightforward.

He had just healed the internal injuries on this son, and his cultivation had increased a lot, so he was naturally very happy in his heart.

Moreover, he has reached an agreement with Wushuang, if he is injured in the capital in the future, he will have to come to him for treatment.Of course, Yang Fan also has to pay a certain price, that is, to fully cope with this son's challenge.However, in the agreement, Yang Fan delayed the fight for several months.

After Wushuang left, Yang Fan withdrew his gaze, walked towards King Yan with a smile on his face, and found that today's banquet was over.

At this moment, Yan Wang Yu Wenlie's complexion was not good, and he didn't know whether it was because of injury or feeling uncomfortable.Yu Wenxin and the little princess also stood by his side.

"Humph!"

Seeing Yang Fan approaching, the little princess couldn't help but snorted softly and pursed her lips.

Yang Fan remained unmoved, his smile remained the same, and he walked closer, his eyes fell on King Yan: "The injury of King Yan is not serious, can you let Yang treat him for a while."

"Okay, you come to my study." Yu Wenlie took a deep look at Yang Fan, and then said to Yu Wenxin: "There is also Xin'er, you come too..."

Yang Fan and Yu Wenxin got acquainted with each other, and they were a little curious about each other, and they didn't quite understand Yu Wenxin's intentions.

In Yu Wenxin's eyes, Yang Fan saw some traces of understanding and apology.

"Yue'er is still young and ignorant, please understand, Yaoshi Yang." Yu Wenxin whispered softly.

"fine."

Yang Fan smiled slightly and walked with the two of them.

"Don't follow me!"

Yu Wenlie glanced at the little princess, and said righteously.

The little princess' eyes turned red, and she gave Yang Fan and Yu Wenlie a bitter look, then turned around and left, running faster and faster, as if she was aggrieved.

Indeed, in Yanwang Mansion, there is no democracy and no human rights.

No matter how important it is, as long as King Yan speaks, it will be the golden rule.

"I'm still a child after all..."

Out of the corner of Yang Fan's eyes, he glanced at the little princess, but didn't think much about it.

After a while, the three of them walked into a study room with a simple layout, King Yan sat at the desk, exhaled lightly, stretched out his hand and said to Yang Fan: "Cure me, and talk about other things by the way. "

There was an old servant who cleverly brought a chair for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan put his hand on King Yan's wrist and began to heal his wounds, and said with a smile: "You can speak directly if you have anything to say."

Yu Wenlie pondered for a moment, and said: "You also treated Wushuang just now, let's see, of the two of us, who is seriously injured."

"In general, they are not the same, but Yang can still see that the prince's injury is slightly lighter than his, but it is only a slight difference." Yang Fan said methodically: "In fact, I have checked Wushuang's After the injury, it has been speculated that the prince's skill is much deeper than him."

Yu Wenlie smiled wryly and said: "So what if you have a deep skill, you still haven't defeated him, and there will be no hope in the future..."

Yang Fan remained silent, observing Yu Wenlie's body while healing his injuries.

Yu Wenlie's physical body is also extremely powerful, and even surpasses Wushuang by a few points in terms of strength, but overall, it is still not as perfect as Wushuang.

"Does Yaoshi Yang have any opinions?" Yu Wenlie asked tentatively.

"Wu Shuang's potential is the most powerful I have ever seen in my life. When Yang treated his wounds just now, he found that he has an extremely perfect physical body, which is still beyond the limit of human beings."

Yang Fan said indifferently, then changed the topic, and said bluntly: "The prince is destined to be surpassed by him."

Destined to be surpassed!

When Yu Wenxin heard the words, her pretty face changed slightly, and she looked suspicious.

From childhood to adulthood, in his eyes, his father is like a god of war, no one can match him, let alone surpass him.

Yu Wenlie sighed softly: "Yang Yaoshi is really not an ordinary person, you are right! But in fact... Wushuang has already surpassed me. In this decisive battle, in a certain way, I have already lost to him. Except As the last trick to save my life, I even used the most powerful moves."

"But... Wushuang hasn't drawn his sword since the battle!" Yu Wenlie's eyes showed a trace of loss and confusion.

"Draw the sword?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback. He had also noticed Wushuang's sword, and asked curiously, "Could it be that his sword skills are even stronger."

"Half a year ago, Wushuang's skill was not as good as it is now, that is, in the mid-innate stage, I can kill warriors of this level with a wave of my hand..." Yu Wenlie whispered, as if recalling, and sighed softly: "But at that time, He pulled out his sword, and he was able to fight Lily with me, and in the end, I narrowly defeated him only by relying on my unique skills and powerful skills."

"That time, although I beat him, I was injured by him. Once Wushuang draws his sword, his strength will more than double!"

Yu Wenlie let out a breath, and his face became more dignified.

"Wu Shuang didn't draw his sword from the beginning to the end, so... he is basically preserving his strength."

Yang Fan was also amazed, remembering that when "Evil Shadow" appeared to protect himself before, Wushuang reached out and grabbed the sword behind him.

Just imagine, when Wushuang's strength is more than doubled after pulling out the sword, what kind of powerful existence will that be?

At this time, Yang Fan suddenly regretted agreeing to the agreement with Wushuang.

However, the benefits are often linked to the harvest, and Wushuang has already aimed at Yang Fan, the challenge target. As long as he stays in the capital, he can't escape even if he wants to.

"I was wondering why Wushuang didn't draw his sword... Maybe he didn't bother to draw his sword at all!"

Yu Wenlie's injury is recovering rapidly, but his divine light is gradually dimming.

Yang Fan's heart moved. He was treating Yu Wenlie's injuries. When the other party lost his will to defeat Wushuang and his last hope, he seemed to lose something in his body.

When that trace of faith was lost, he seemed unable to advance to a higher level.

Seeing such a scene, Yang Fan felt awe-inspiring and regretful at the same time.

"Actually, the prince doesn't need to be so disappointed, Wushuang is not an ordinary person, and even Yang has doubts about his life experience..."

Yang Fan comforted, he suddenly recalled a conversation between Wushuang and himself:
"You are Duo..." Yang Fan lowered his voice, "Duoshe?"

"No." Wushuang shook his head: "Don't ask me about this, I knew the truth from my mother's womb, and this only proves——I'm a genius!"

"How do you say that?" Yan Wang Yu Wenlie flashed his divine light.

(As soon as it arrives, my ticket)

(End of this chapter)