No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 192 Weili Blessing and Cultivation Skyrocket
"Senior Qingniu, why do you say that so suddenly?"

Qingniu looked into the distance and said slowly: "You have never experienced that era, you don't know the hatred of our generation, I am over 100 years old, I have suppressed the hatred for half a century, and I worked hard every day and night The purpose of accumulating foundations is to increase their cultivation base after their aura is revived, and then take advantage of the time when the old power of the Western Overseas Evil Gods is gone and the new establishment is not yet born, they will be caught off guard, and their cultivation power will be severely damaged. China's revenge!"

Yi Fan didn't say a word, because what Qingniu said was right. He was not born in that era, and he didn't experience the pain and helplessness of the country's ruin and family destruction. Although he has watched many film and television dramas and learned a lot of historical records , the heart is also filled with righteous indignation, wishing to fight now, but after all, he is not from that era, and he has not suppressed the hatred for more than half a century like Qingniu.

"Back then, you, the Patriarch of Shangqingguan, and the three thousand disciples of your sect, went forward bravely and sacrificed your lives, even if you did not hesitate to die with many overseas evil gods. This was the only way for us, the older generation of monks, to survive. Therefore, while we are accumulating our own strength, we are spending all our energy. We will use all our resources to cultivate Cang Mingxue and other top ten young geniuses, just to kill them all one day and destroy the Kingdom of God, so that they can also know the majesty and glory of our Chinese Immortal Realm!" The more Qing Niu spoke, the more excited he became, and the murderous intent and murderous intent in his body were The breath fluctuated wildly.

Yi Fan watched quietly and said nothing. Although his hatred for those intruders was not as strong as that of Qingniu, he still felt the same way. He had never cultivated immortality back then, even if he was a dick, he had made a vow in his heart. In the event of a war, as long as the country needs it, he donates money and materials, and signs up for the front line. As a Chinese man, he does not distinguish between high and low, rich or poor, and he still has this passion and blood.

"It's a pity that although Cang Mingxue and the others have special physiques and talents, and their improvement speed has caught up with us old guys, but compared to the entire world of immortal cultivation on the earth, they are still not enough. Until I met you, Xiaofan, Although you are only a registered disciple of Shangqing Temple, I see that all the supernatural powers you have mastered are all rare and invincible methods in the world of immortality. In addition, you have the talent and quality of the ancient sages, so I temporarily decided to put this This is the only way to seriously damage the world of cultivating immortals overseas." Qingniu stared at Yi Fan with burning eyes and said resolutely.

"Senior, I don't quite understand what you mean!"

Yi Fan suddenly felt that there was another supreme power in the dark staring at him. As long as he made a decision, he would immediately get great benefits and at the same time bear the great karma.

"It's very simple, just like a few years ago, this time our Chinese immortal world doesn't distinguish between good and evil, Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism, and we send ten young disciples, all under the age of 30, to hold a global competition Talent exchange meeting for the younger generation in the cultivation world." Qing Niu patted Yi Fan's shoulder heavily and said.

"An exchange meeting again?"

"That's right, it's just that this exchange meeting is aimed at exchanges, but in fact, it is using this meeting to suppress the good and evil fires in the overseas immortal cultivation world. The arena will inevitably be extremely bloody and extremely tragic. Whether death is humiliation or honor, it all depends on you ten juniors." Qingniu said every word, every sentence was as important as a thousand weights.

Under the guise of global exchanges, the ten young talents of Huaxia killed the fire seeds of the overseas immortal cultivation world, cut off their roots, and exterminated their seeds, so that their inheritance was cut off, and their blood flowed into rivers, in order to avenge the blood of tens of millions of Chinese children a hundred years ago.

This is a war in the world of cultivating immortals.

It is a duel between monks.

There is no right or wrong, no distinction between good and evil. Back then you dared to invade our Chinese Immortal Cultivation World, but now I can cut off your lower realm Cultivation Cultivation Civilization.

This is the conflict between Tao and Tao, this is the duel between belief and belief.

Yi Fan didn't even need to experience it personally. Just a casual thought, he knew what kind of life and death test of blood and fire the ten of them overseas would have to endure, open guns and hidden arrows, all kinds of unimaginable mysterious skills, various sects from various countries, and various Yi Fan and the other ten will truly and completely experience the magical powers and secrets of the race.

So terrible, so decisive, so tragic.

Yi Fan thought about it, why was he still a little excited, a little excited?

What is this inexplicable urge to try?

Not to mention the duels of the younger generation, Yi Fan is so confident that he dare not say 100%, most of the overseas younger generation of monks will fight against him, wouldn't that be as easy as beating a child by himself?
As for the various plots under the ring, Yi Fan is still fearless, how can he get a glimpse of the road without going through the wind and rain?

Even if a monk is ascending to the fairyland, it is also the fairyland of our Chinese people. It is the heaven that inherits ancient times. The sky is full of gods and Buddhas. Only Taoism is the source and foundation of our China.

What kind of paradise, Buddhist country, Olympus Mountain, Asgard continent, etc., what magical power can resist the big feet of our Shangqingguan - crushing the sky?
"Senior Qingniu!" Yi Fan had already made a decision in his heart, and there was a rumble of God's will in the dark, his shoulders sank under the weight of the invisible burden, and then his heart became clearer and clearer.

"You tell me when you go down to earth, no matter what decision you make, I will support you!"

Although Qingniu has great expectations for Yi Fan, if he is really unwilling, what can he do?

This plan can only be postponed. After all, without Yi Fan's sea-fixing needle, it would be too difficult for Cang Mingxue and the others to seriously damage the entire overseas cultivation world.

"I, Yi Fan, only represent my personal wishes. If the seniors don't dislike it, I am willing to participate in this exchange competition, but I still need the teacher's consent." Yi Fan said.

His current invincible strength was all created by his master.

If Shimen doesn't agree, then I will have nothing but enthusiasm and no use for wool.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay, I, Qing Niu, only represent the [-] famous disciples of my Qing Niu Temple who fell a hundred years ago. I would like to thank Xiao Fan for your generous helping hand!"

As soon as Qingniu finished speaking, the world buzzed and trembled, and the invisible mighty force that Yi Fan felt before instantly blessed him, and the cell particles in his body skyrocketed.

One thousand six hundred, one thousand seven hundred, one thousand eight hundred. . . . . .

Every time one hundred cells are added, the cultivation strength will increase by a hundred times. In the blink of an eye, the number of cell particles has been developed to an astonishing three thousand, and then it stops abruptly and stops.

Three thousand cell particles, plus the 360 ​​from the previous Qi training period, equals three thousand, 360 cell particles, which is only one step away from the peak of foundation building.

"call!"

As soon as Yi Fan exhaled, thunder rolled and a hurricane suddenly rose.

Yi Fan's explosive strength could not be easily controlled at all.

During the qi training period, every cell particle is made by him through hard work. It can move mountains and fill seas, and can also lift weights with ease and master them freely.

However, after this catastrophe, there were many adventures, and the rapid growth of his cultivation was far beyond Yi Fan's expectations. If he cultivated [-] cell particles step by step, even with the blessings of various heaven-defying skills, it would take a long time. It takes a century to cultivate the golden core.

However, he had just passed through the heavenly tribulation a few days ago, and today he had almost reached the peak of foundation building. This sudden increase in cultivation was something that Yi Fan could not control freely for a while. He even felt the surging mana in his body and the violent divine power in his body. He was about to burst himself. If he didn't vent his anger, he would probably blow himself up and die.

(End of this chapter)