The strongest collapse system

Chapter 257 Apprenticeship
[Submission: Save Caomiao Village]

[Task level: C level]

[Mission Progress: Achieved. 】

[Task Reward: 244 Honkai Points]

[Remaining Honkai value: 814]

"It's not bad, it's not bad, a little makes a lot, gathering sand to form a tower, the 'simple' villagers in Caomiao Village each contributed 1 point of Honkai Points, and they also got together two fairy beans."

Wang Fan was quite satisfied.

What satisfied him even more was the dark purple bead he was holding in his hand.

This bead is neither gold nor jade, and it is dull and dull, but it has a kind of evil power, which can make people's eyes cast on it involuntarily.

It was Zhu Xian's top magic treasure "Blood-devouring Orb".

I saw a cyan air current circling in the bead, as if it was spiritual, and wanted to break out of the bead.

But every time it gets close to the surface of the bead, there will always be a golden "卍" character to block it back. This "卍" character is a seal laid by Pu Zhi with the true essence of Buddhism.

A slight suction came out from the round bead, trying to absorb Wang Fan's blood, but unfortunately it was doomed to be futile.

With Wang Fan's current state of the ninth level of human immortality, golden muscles and jade bones, let alone the blood-devouring bead in a sealed state, even if it were in its prime, it would never be able to absorb even a drop of Wang Fan's blood essence.

"System, detect item attributes."

[Equipment Name: Blood-devouring Orb]

[Equipment Category: Magical Treasure]

[Equipment Level: Immortal]

[Equipment Material: Unknown]

[Additional Skill: Blood Sucking]

[Special note: The body erodes blood, and wearing it for a long time will cause the wearer to have evil thoughts and cannot extricate himself. 】

【Durability: 499/500】

"The blood-devouring bead is of the same grade as Lei Yunling, but trying to drive it has serious side effects. If you pour your true essence into the blood-devouring bead now, the evil power of the blood-devouring bead will definitely defeat Puzhi's true essence, and break the bead out."

Wang Fan hesitated.

Because of being corroded by the will of the Great Demon King Piccolo, he deeply understands the horror of evil spirits. This kind of spiritual attack of the soul is hidden, hard to detect, and extremely terrifying at the same time.

"Forget it, return it to the real owner!" Wang Fan's eyes flashed determination.

……

In the morning, the rain finally stopped.

The morning dewdrops slipped quietly from the edge of the leaves, and under the blowing of the wind, they drew a beautiful arc and hit Zhang Xiaofan's face.

The icy coolness awakened Zhang Xiaofan from his coma, he opened his eyes with a dazed expression.

"In the end what happened?"

Zhang Xiaofan felt like he had a dream.

In the dream, he saw the legendary immortals fighting martial arts, and one of the bald immortals accepted him as a disciple.

What a fantasy!

But soon he discovered that this was not a dream.

The grass temple that had been turned into ruins, and Lin Jingyu, who was sleeping next to him, told him that all of this was true.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Zhang Xiaofan rang in a daze for a while, shook his head, walked to Lin Jingyu's side, knelt down and slapped him several times, the slaps were crisp and powerful, with crackling sounds.

Lin Jingyu muttered a few words, slowly opened his eyes, rubbed them, and before he could speak, he felt a pain coming from his face, and couldn't help crying out in pain.

"it hurts!"

He opened his eyes and looked, but saw himself and Zhang Xiaofan were soaked, lying under a pine tree in the field, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "I'm not sleeping at home? How did I get here?"

"Hiss! And why is my face so painful?"

Zhang Xiaofan shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know, but it's very cold, let's go back quickly!"

Lin Jingyu had many questions in his mind, but at this moment the pain on his face had subsided, a chill came over him, he couldn't help sneezing, nodded his head immediately, got up and ran towards the village together with Zhang Xiaofan.

……

Caomiao Village has regained its peace and tranquility, and the Caomiao in the village has been rebuilt at some point, and it is no longer dilapidated.

Time passed, the sun and the moon flew like a shuttle, and three months had passed before I knew it.

"Haha, are you convinced?"

A group of noisy voices sounded in front of the grass temple.

But there were two teenagers fighting, one was taller and handsome, Wang Lin Jingyu from Caomiao Village, and the other was Zhang Xiaofan, who was slightly shorter.

What is surprising is that Lin Jingyu, who had the upper hand in the fights in the past, is now riding under Zhang Xiaofan, his whole body is in a mess and covered in mud.

"Dissatisfied!" Lin Jingyu poohed.

Snapped!
Zhang Xiaofan rode on Lin Jingyu's body, slapped him on the back violently, causing him to scream in pain.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Dissatisfied!"

Snapped!
"Are you satisfied?"

"No... take it!"

Snapped!
"Are you satisfied?"

"... Take it, take it."

No matter how hard Lin Jingyu struggled, he wanted to break free, but he still couldn't get rid of Zhang Xiaofan's straddle as if he was being pressed by a mountain.

"Haha, it's fine to admit defeat early. My lord has a lot, so I'll let you go this time."

Zhang Xiaofan got off Lin Jingyu with a complacent expression on his face.

After Lin Jingyu stood up, he hurriedly fled a few steps, looking at Zhang Xiaofan with lingering fear.

He couldn't figure out why Zhang Xiaofan suddenly became powerful, his strength also increased a lot, making him unable to resist.

"Zhang Xiaofan, remember today's account first, I will get it back sooner or later!" Lin Jingyu said sternly.

"How dare you speak hard!" Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes strangely, and made a gesture to pounce forward.

Lin Jingyu was frightened immediately, he screamed, took a few steps at a time, and ran away.

"Ha ha……"

Zhang Xiaofan let out a series of laughing sounds.

"Hey, did you forget something?"

A voice suddenly came from the grass temple.

Zhang Xiaofan looked back, only to find that Wang Fan had already stood by the wooden door at some point, looking at him with a strange expression.

"It turned out to be you, you scared me." Zhang Xiaofan patted his chest, "Brother Dafan, my memory is very good now, I haven't forgotten anything? By the way, Brother Dafan, did you see me teaching that boy Jingyu just now? , I have become very powerful now!”

A black line appeared on Wang Fan's forehead.

He found that Zhang Xiaofan's mentality was a little swollen now.

But this is normal. After all, he is a boy in his teens, and he has achieved little success in practicing Dafan Prajna, so he is inevitably arrogant.

"Xiao Fan, didn't you say you wanted to join the Qing Yun Sect?" Wang Fan said patiently.

"So it's about this." Zhang Xiaofan's face was full of confidence, "I've already inquired about it. If you want to learn a teacher, you must first go to Heyang City."

Wang Fan was slightly taken aback, and began to listen attentively.

(End of this chapter)