'It is impossible to be first, but it is possible to compete with Second Senior Sister Yun Muyao for second place.'
Fang Han came to a conclusion in his mind.
Even with the physical strength of 100,000 pounds, it is impossible to catch up with Luo Yuntian, who is ranked seventh in Prodigy Ranking, but it is possible to catch up with Yun Muyao, who is ranked sixteenth in Prodigy Ranking.
But such a thing certainly cannot be done.
The strength revealed now is enough, there is no need to reveal all the trump cards to the public.
After all, he has become a thorn in the side of the Nether Pavilion. If he wants to have enough ability to save his life, he needs to keep enough trump cards.
He turned around and walked towards the square while the disciples in the square were shocked.
No one had the courage to come forward and talk to him. The crowd automatically separated into a passage and watched him drift away, finally disappearing at the corner of the mountain road at the end of the square.
It wasn't until Fang Han's figure completely disappeared that the discussion in the square finally broke out.
"It's terrible... How long has it been? Beginner stage It's only been two years, right?"
"In two years, from an ordinary disciple to General Ranking third place... this speed is simply unheard of!"
"Tell me, was Senior Brother Luo so fierce back then?"
"As far as I know, Senior Brother Luo only reached the first place in General Ranking in the sixth year of Beginner stage. It is not as exaggerated as Senior Brother Fang Han!"
"So, Senior Brother Fang Han's talent is stronger than Senior Brother Luo?"
"Be careful! Don't say this nonsense, but...Fang Han's talent is really terrifying."
In the discussion, there was shock, admiration, and envy.
The news seemed to have wings, with the square as the center, spreading rapidly to every corner of the sect.
Instruction Hall, Rain Listening Hall, Law Enforcement Hall, Twelve Courtyards... Whether it was the disciples who were cultivating, Deacon who were dealing with official duties, or even some Elder who were simply cultivating, they all heard the news very quickly.
"Fang Han General Ranking is third? How could General Ranking be third so soon?"
"It's absolutely true. I've seen it with my own eyes. With one strike of the sword, the ranking jumps directly from sixth to third!"
"Mad Butcher Senior Brother is the thirty-eighth on Prodigy Ranking! Fang Han Isn't this..."
Similar conversations take place in various places.
For ordinary disciples, this news is indescribably shocking.
General Ranking is third, which means that among the thousands of disciples of the Azure Profound Sect, there are only two people left who can steadily suppress Fang Han, which can be said to be on top of the thousands of disciples.
For those who were surpassed by Fang Han, this news means a complicated and unspeakable feeling.
True Transmission Courtyard, in a quiet courtyard.
Prodigy Ranking The sixty-third Su Yuwei stands alone in the courtyard. She is not wearing True Disciple clothes, but is wearing a plain white dress, with black silk like a waterfall, and a beautiful face.
At this moment, there was a faint hint of shock in those eyes.
After a long silence, she sighed softly.
"Sure enough, it was surpassed..."
She whispered to herself, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Prodigy Ranking updated earlier this month, Fang Han ranked 55th, and she ranked 63rd.
From then on, she knew that this junior brother who was Beginner stage much younger than herself was already stronger than her.
But it's one thing to know, it's another thing to actually see Fang Han's name appear on one's own.
That's an indescribable feeling.
It's not jealousy, but unwillingness.
Being able to board Prodigy Ranking, she considered herself to be a genius, but compared with her junior brother Fang Han, the gap in talent was visible to the naked eye.
"What a monster..."
She shook her head, turned around and walked back into the house.
Chen Wuhen's villa.
Chen Wuhen has never liked luxury, so there was only a stone table, a few stone benches, and a clump of Emerald Bamboo planted in the corner in the courtyard, and that was all.
At this moment, he was sitting on a stone bench, holding an ancient book in his hand.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and looked at the attendants who were coming in a hurry.
"What's the matter?"
"Senior Brother Chen, the news just came, Senior Brother Fang Han tested at General Ranking Martial Dao Stele today, and his ranking was improved to... third."
The attendant's voice was cautious, and his eyes were quietly observing Chen Wuhen's expression.
Chen Wuhen's movements paused slightly.
He put down the ancient book, looked at the clump of Emerald Bamboo in the courtyard, and was silent for a moment.
"Third?!"
He repeated the number in a low voice, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The smile was very light and bitter.
"What a terrifyingly talented junior brother."
He quickly calmed down his emotions, at least not visible on the surface, waved his hand and said:
"Go down."
The attendant did not dare to ask any more questions and bowed and left.
Only Chen Wuhen is left in the hospital.
He picked up the ancient book again, his eyes fell on the pages, but he didn't turn them over for a long time.
Ever since he noticed Fang Han, Fang Han's progress has never stopped for a moment.
Every time he thought he had reached a bottleneck, the next time he would break everyone's expectations with even more shocking facts.
He had already expected that he would be surpassed, but he did not expect that he would be surpassed so quickly.
After being surpassed, he felt a sense of relief in his heart. He was finally surpassed and no longer had to worry about when he would be surpassed.
He couldn't help but reveal a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother Luo, Senior Sister Yun, the pressure is now on you!"
Deep in True Transmission Courtyard, there is a courtyard with an extremely large area and elegant layout.
This is the residence of Mad Butcher.
Different from the simplicity of Chen Wuhen, the courtyard of Mad Butcher exudes a rough and bold atmosphere.
There are no exquisite rockery bonsais in the courtyard, only huge pieces of bluestone scattered randomly everywhere.
Those bluestones are covered with deep fist prints and palm marks, which seem to be silently telling the master's daily practice.
At this moment, Mad Butcher is standing in front of the largest bluestone.
He has a tall build, a muscular body, a square face with sharp edges, and a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle under his thick eyebrows.
He just stood there quietly, feeling a sense of oppression that made people dare not look at him.
The attendant's voice sounded behind him, a bit nervous.
"Brother, Fang Han went to General Ranking to test today, and the ranking... rose to third."
Mad Butcher said nothing.
He just stared at the bluestone in front of him, staring at the fist mark he had just left on it, and did not move for a long time.
Third.
His current General Ranking ranking is exactly third.
Fang Han rose to third place, which means... he has been pushed to fourth place.
He was squeezed out by a junior fellow student of Beginner stage for two years.
Silence.
A long silence.
The attendant stood behind him with his head lowered, not daring to breathe.
He knows the temper of this senior brother Mad Butcher very well. He is arrogant, domineering, and unwilling to admit defeat. Now that he is surpassed, he will inevitably...
"Heh."
A chuckle suddenly came from Mad Butcher's mouth.
The attendant was stunned and raised his head, only to see a smile on Mad Butcher's Fang Zheng face.
That smile was a little complicated.
There is unwillingness to be surpassed, and there is surprise at the latecomers, but more importantly, it is a kind of... excitement?
"Interesting."
Mad Butcher turned around and strode towards another bluestone in the courtyard. He raised his right fist and punched it out!
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the bluestone, which was as tall as a person, was shattered into pieces by his punch, and the gravel shot out.
Mad Butcher retracted his fist, stared at the gravel, and grinned.
"Fang Han, General Ranking The third one will be placed with you first."
He turned around and strode towards the house.
"I'll get it back soon!"
The residence of Yun Muyao.
At this moment, Yun Muyao is sitting in front of the window, holding a Sword Art secret book in his hand.
The morning sun shines through the window lattice, coating her white gauze with a layer of warm gold.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by the voice of Maid.
"Sister Yun, Fang Han True Disciple tested General Ranking today, and the ranking rose to third."
Yun Muyao's fingers turned the pages of the book and paused slightly.
She did not raise her head, but there was an imperceptible fluctuation in her eyes.
Third.
This ranking is only one step away from her.
"Got it."
Her voice was still cold, without any emotion.
Maid bowed and stepped back.
Silence returned to the house.
Yun Muyao's eyes fell on the sword manual in his hand again, but he had not turned a page for a long time.
Fang Han, who needed her help a few months ago, has actually been ranked second only to her a few months later.
Although I have already overestimated this junior brother, it seems that I still underestimate him now.
It seems that he is not far away from being overtaken.
She did not continue to think about it, she just closed the secret book gently, got up and walked to the window.
She looked in the direction of True Transmission Courtyard Fang Han.
"Is it pressure...?"
She whispered to herself, her voice as light as a whisper in the wind.
Those eyes were still cold, but there was a hint of light that had never been seen before.
That light is called fighting spirit.
Mountain top, Sect Master's Hall.
Chen Tianyuan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the dimming sky in the distance.
Behind him, a Deacon was bowing down to report what happened today.
"Fang Han General Ranking is third?"
Chen Tianyuan's voice is calm, with no hint of emotion or anger.
"Yes, Sect Master." Deacon said respectfully, "Fang True Disciple General Ranking's ranking rose from sixth to third, surpassing Mad Butcher, Chen Wuhen, and Su Yuwei."
Chen Tianyuan was silent for a moment, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The smile was very light, but it contained a bit of relief and a bit of emotion.
"Just two years..."
He whispered to himself.
Beginner stage went from an ordinary disciple to General Ranking third in two years. This kind of growth rate is rare even if we look at the Azure Profound Sect's hundreds of years of history.
That disciple who seemed ordinary in Beginner stage has now grown up enough to make the entire sect pay attention to him.
"Luo Yuntian, what's the reaction there?"
he suddenly asked.
Deacon was stunned for a moment, then said, "There is no news from Luo True Disciple yet... but with Luo True Disciple's temperament, I think..."
He didn't say any more.
Chen Tianyuan nodded slightly.
Luo Yuntian's temperament, he naturally knows.
He is calm, restrained, and never arrogant, but he has an arrogance deep down that refuses to admit defeat.
The rise of Fang Han may not make him panic, but it will definitely put some pressure on him.
Only when there is pressure can there be motivation.
For a genius like Luo Yuntian, an opponent who can bring pressure to him may be more precious than any resource.
"Go down."
Chen Tianyuan waved his hand.
Deacon bowed and stepped back.
Chen Tianyuan was the only one left in the hall. He was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his hands.
There was relief, emotion, and a hint of expectation in his eyes.
As the sect leader, he is happy to see such a disciple appear in his sect.