I woke up after 300 million years

The peach blossoms are blooming in the fairy palace, and the fairies are quiet under the peach blossom trees.

Mo Qingwu enjoyed the caress of warm palms when she suddenly heard footsteps and scolding sounds.

"How presumptuous! Who are you? Why did you break into the inner courtyard of my fairy palace and attack our master!"

The speaker was a beautiful middle-aged woman with delicate facial features and no trace of dust, but she was a bit fatter and had a rich beauty. She wore a gold hairpin on her head, a jade on her neck, and a jade pendant on her waist. She was noble but dignified and majestic.

Her name is Chu Lan, the eldest elder of the Fairy Palace of this generation. She looks 40 or 67 years old, but is actually 22 years old. She just doesn’t look old, and her cultivation level is not weak. Jian Jinyan is also in the late stage of the other side, and she is one of the [-] guardians of Daxia. one.

Without saying a word, Chu Lan slapped Yan Fan with a palm. The terrifying ice energy burst out and the peach blossom tree was instantly frozen.

"Hmph!" Mo Qingwu let out a cold sweat to defuse the attack, and said sternly, "Great Elder, what do you mean? Before I left, I told you elders to go look for support, but you were rude to my guests as soon as you came. And me as the palace master!"

The beautiful woman Chu Lan took back her hand and retorted from the commanding heights of the rules:

"Palace Master, of course we support you in finding foreign aid, but you have to understand that he is a man. Men are not allowed to enter the inner courtyard of my Fairy Palace. This is a rule from ancient times to the present!"

"Besides, as the palace master, please pay attention to your words and deeds. If the disciples see this scene in public, it will have a bad impact and damage the reputation of our Fairy Palace."

It could be heard that she did not take Mo Qingwu seriously.

As for Yan Fan, she only felt slightly familiar and couldn't remember where she had seen him before. At the Dao League high-level meeting a year ago, she had only seen the photo of Yan Fan at the entrance of the Wonderland. The appearance and temperament of the man in front of her were very different. No, no recognition at all.

In the entire Dao League, there are only a few people who can recognize Yan Fan.

Their eyes met, Mo Qingwu sneered, put a hand on Yan Fan's shoulder, and said:

"Honor? I need you to teach me how to do things? I am the master of the palace. I can do whatever I want. Don't you agree? Let's fight in the ring!"

She has a straightforward temper and won't spoil anyone. Even if Yan Fan is extremely powerful, she still dares to hit and kick him. What's more, a mere elder always accuses her in weird ways, and she has long been unhappy with him.

"You! You..." Chu Lan pointed at Mo Qingwu and said angrily, "Shameless! Sooner or later the reputation of the Fairy Palace will be ruined in your hands!"

Mo Qingwu dismissed it, "You are awesome, you can be the palace master."

"You! You...speak obscenely, how can you behave like a palace master!" Chu Lan was furious, glared at the man fiercely, and left angrily.

She couldn't win after fighting and scolding, but she didn't want to humiliate herself.

Yan Fan snapped his fingers, the ice cubes on the peach blossom tree dissolved, and the flowers bloomed to new life.

"You have a grudge against her?"

Looking at the beautiful woman's back, Mo Qingwu rubbed her forehead with her thumb and said in a tired tone:

"It's not that I have any grudge against her, it's that she simply dislikes me. She is my master's biological daughter, and she was the most promising to inherit the position of palace lord. Unexpectedly, my master passed the position to me. I still remember that night, she was so angry When he vomited blood, he smashed up his own courtyard when he got back, and started to ridicule me from then on."

"I can't help it. I respect my master. I can't really hit her. At least I can give my master some face. Anyway, I won't give in to anyone in a quarrel, let alone a fight. The second immortal of the Taoist League is invincible!"

After listening to the statement, Yan Fan shook his head and hit the nail on the head:

"There is unexpected disharmony among you. Over time, rebellion will definitely occur."

No matter how powerful a force is, internal troubles will always be more serious than external troubles. Once internal problems accumulate and cannot be unified with one voice, rebellion will eventually arise. Yan Fan has witnessed too many kingdoms that were overthrown from within. The cases recorded in the history of Daxia are also the same. Not a few.

In contrast, he never worried about a rebellion breaking out in the Kingdom of the Sun God.

Only with Yan Fan can there be the Kingdom of Sun God. Without Yan Fan, everything is empty.

He is the hope and sun of the human race and cannot be replaced. Even though he has been sleeping for [-] million years, the people of the Kingdom of God are still loyal.

Mo Qingwu took two steps back, leaned against the plum blossom tree, and spoke softly:

"Some things can't be changed by being strong. I think it's easy to unify the Fairy Palace. Kill the first elder, third elder, and those who disobey me, but..."

She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed:

"Master picked me up from the ice and snow, even if it was because of my special constitution, but she raised me and taught me Taoism. This is an undoubted fact. If I kill these people, Master will be chilled and become thousands of people." Accusing villain."

"Dad Yan, I don't care about the position of Palace Master, nor do I care about power and reputation. I just want to live a peaceful life with Jianhe, but that's not possible now. I must repay Master's kindness in raising me, so as the Palace Master, I want to lead the Fairy Palace to rise. Only then can I let go completely.”

Since ancient times, the most difficult thing to repay is Mo Qingwu. She is powerful, but she cannot kill her master's only daughter with a sword, otherwise...

Chu Lan knew that Mo Qingwu didn't dare to take action, so she dared to scold and insult her without restraint.

Yan Fan shrugged and didn't comment much on this. Everyone's situation and ideas are different, and their solutions to problems are also different.

The two of them were silent, and the plum blossoms fell under the plum tree.

After a long time, Mo Qingwu exhaled a breath and smiled sweetly, "I don't want to think about this anymore. I will take you to my other courtyard first. Those monsters are used to raiding at night. You can recharge your batteries during the day."

"Okay." Yan Fan responded.

Passing through the corridor, the two arrived at the core area of ​​the Fairy Palace.

There are practice towers, Kung Fu Pavilion, Life and Death Platform, Enlightenment Cliff, Elder Palace...

Only the palace master, elders and direct disciples can come and go at will. Outer disciples and inner disciples need to apply to practice here.

Mo Qingwu walked and introduced vividly:

"My villa is very big. Even Jianhe has never been there because he is conservative and says that the inner courtyard of the Fairy Palace belongs to the living area of ​​​​women and he cannot cross it as a man. You are the first man to enter my villa. Isn’t it an honor?”

"Then shall I leave?" Yan Fan joked.

Mo Qingwu: "...Hmph!"

Along the way, the female disciples were horrified. They had never seen a man enter this place, and the palace master personally received them.

"Who is this person? The leader of the alliance?"

"No, I met the leader once, and he looks nothing like him!"

"The rules of the Fairy Palace are that men are not allowed to enter the inner courtyard. Even if a strong man comes to visit, he can only wait in the outer courtyard or the palace. Why does the palace master want to break the rules?"

"Shut up, you dare to say anything. Your Majesty the Palace Master is the rule. We can just pretend we didn't see it. Remember, no one is allowed to spread the word, or you will be punished!"

The disciples of the Fairy Palace were whispering, especially curious about the man's identity.

Entering the beautiful courtyard, Mo Qingwu touched Yan Fan's shoulder with her elbow and asked with a smile:

"Aren't those female disciples pretty? They are all fair-skinned, beautiful, and as gentle as water. Do you feel like, 'It's over, I'm surrounded by beauties'?"

"Haha." Yan Fan summed everything up in two words.

Good-looking skins are all the same, but interesting souls are one in a million. He doesn't care about anyone's appearance at all. In the extraordinary world, it's easy to change a person's appearance, or even change their gender.

In terms of good-looking people, Yan Fan has seen some races that can be called perfect. There is no flaw in every facial feature or limb, and they were all exterminated in the end.

"Haha, your sister." Mo Qingwu complained and pushed open the wooden door of the master bedroom.

This master bedroom is equivalent to the size of the living room in Villa No. [-]. It is antique, with log-colored furniture. Sandalwood is placed on a golden nanmu table, and various clothes are piled on the bed inside.

Yan Fan stood at the door, "You...wear that kind of clothes?"

"What are you thinking about? I don't know how to wear it. This is a gift I bought for Yun Ni. Although it's a bit indecent, it looks pretty, right?" Mo Qingwu picked up a piece of clothing and marked it on her body.

"It's so miserable to be your apprentice." Yan Fan entered the room, sat on a chair, and asked, "What time do night elves usually attack at night?"

Mo Qingwu hugged her clothes, walked over and sat down, pondered for a moment and said:

"The time is not fixed, often ranging from one to three in the morning. Also, that guy was caught ten times, seven times peeking at the disciples of the Fairy Palace taking a bath, or..."

"Stop it!" Yan Fan raised his hand to stop what he was saying and told, "Let's just lure the snake out of its hole. As long as it appears in the Fairy Palace tonight, I can catch it instantly."

Slightly stunned, Mo Qingwu thought carefully and said in an uncertain tone:

"Dad Yan, I feel like you dislike me."

"Girl, be more confident and get rid of the 'feeling'." Yan Fan took a step back and avoided the punch.

Every attack was dodged, and the more Mo Qingwu thought about it, the more unconvinced she became.

"If you have the ability, lower your strength and we will fight in the same realm!"

"Fight with you? Forget it, I'm not interested."

"Asshole, you keep looking down on me!"

"I'm not looking down upon you. We are not in the same dimension at all. Even if I only use one ten thousandth of my power, I can control you with just one thought."

......

At night, two o'clock in the morning.

The Fairy Palace was quiet and peaceful, and the falling snowflakes were blocked by the defensive array. Due to the recent special situation, there were three times more disciples patrolling at night than before. In groups of ten, they wandered around the inner courtyard continuously to ensure safety.

There are a total of seven courtyards and more than 200 small courtyards in the inner courtyard, where 24 female disciples live. Each courtyard is guarded by an elder [-] hours a day.

Elders in the Holy King Realm will be fine even if they don't eat, drink or sleep for a month.

Mo Qingwu was lying on the bed, watching the TV series downloaded in advance on her mobile phone.

Yan Fan sat in front of the wooden table, flipping through the skills and secrets of the Fairy Palace, secretly comparing them with the "Book of Beginnings", learning from each other's strengths, and continuing to improve.

Suddenly, he closed the book, looked out the window with his brown eyes, and said:

"coming."

"Here he comes? Where is that bastard? I'll chop him to death!" Mo Qingwu jumped up from the bed with a burst of energy, held the Tang knife tightly, and asked with righteous indignation.

Yan Fan remained silent, his right index finger passed across the void, and the space was torn apart.

Immediately, he reached into the darkness, grabbed the enemy in one second, and dragged him into the room.

"Tear apart space, strong demigod!"

The night elf was shocked and tried to escape, but was stepped on in the chest.

Mo Qingwu's eyes turned red, and he cut off the night elf's legs with one knife. Blood spattered and dyed the white carpet red.

"You bastard, you tortured dozens of disciples in my Fairy Palace and even watched them take a shower. Today I will let you understand what life is worse than death!"

"Ahem..." The night elf vomited blood, flapped its black wings as thin as cicada wings, and roared loudly, "If you want to catch me, a demigod is not qualified!"

"The Hidden Night!"

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Yan Fan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and smiled:

"Hidden in the dark night, blending oneself into the darkness, becoming invisible and soundless. It is a very powerful ability. Try it again."

"Impossible!" The night elf panicked. The pain of losing his legs continued to stimulate his brain. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse. "Dim Yin! Dim Yin! Dim Yin..."

It shouted over and over again, its facial features gradually distorted, and its hands hit the ground heavily.

Despair welled up in his heart, and it encountered the failure of its ability for the first time.

Yan Fan narrowed his eyes, shook the tea cup in his hand, and said casually:

"Counterattack Mo Qingwu."

The next second, the night elf pounced on Mo Qingwu, intending to control him in exchange for a chance of survival.

"Break an arm with one knife." Yan Fan said again.

The next second, Mo Qingwu cut off the night elf's right arm with a knife and kicked it against the wall.

Mo Qingwu exclaimed, "You! Can you predict the future?"

Yan Fan smiled and said nothing.

The ability of the prophet is indeed quite buggy. Unfortunately, he is different from the Spirit King. The Spirit King has reached the peak of the prophet step by step. After being promoted to the Ancient God, he can see the future for ten seconds.

He uses means to absorb everything from the Spirit King. In essence, he still has two extraordinary professions, "sun" and "dark night". They only gain abilities and are not true prophets.

Therefore, Yan Fan can see at most three seconds of the future, which is not as good as the Spirit King.

The night elf lay on the ground with only one arm left, completely losing hope of escaping.

Yan Fan put down his teacup and smiled happily:

"Next, it's our game."

With this smile, the life or death of the night elves is uncertain!