I woke up after 300 million years

Xuanyuan Shu stood there with calm eyes and murmured, "An expected rejection, Mu Fan, no, Yan Fan, you are really a lucky person to have a gifted sister and be able to establish a relationship with the great elder. , but you are also a tragic and pitiful person, Caixi's light will always overshadow you, no matter how hard you try, you will eventually be eliminated."

"Forget it. If you refuse, just refuse. I have many candidates in mind, and I don't care about you."

The Supreme War is still 1,300 years away, and both the direct disciples and the inner disciples are planning.

Yan Fan wandered around for a day and was placed in a courtyard outside the town.

It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is no one within a radius of 30,000 meters.

At the end of the day, he learned nothing. He knew the rules of the inner sect and the supreme battle.

Hongtian's supreme battle is held by the saints every two thousand years.

The monks participating in the Supreme War must not be over three thousand years old, and their cultivation level must not be lower than the Realm Lord Realm.

Each Supreme War will give birth to one or two Supremes. The winner can join the Saint Clan. If not, he can choose a valuable treasure as a reward.

It is worth mentioning that Yan Fan learned from a law enforcement elder that Su Yao is only 3,500 years old this year. She ranked second in the last Supreme. Although she did not break through to Supreme, there is no doubt that she has Supreme combat power and reputation. The sound resounded throughout the sky, it was a strange woman.

Yan Fan sat in the yard and slowly sorted out the information gathered today.

"With my current level of cultivation, it is almost impossible to go from the northernmost point of Hongtian to the Central Continent. Even if I am lucky enough to arrive alive, facing the Yuhua Palace, I will be powerless..."

"I hope that girl Meng Chulian is still alive. With her intelligence, she probably won't die..."

"In the Supreme Battle one thousand three hundred years later, if Cai'er and Changsheng perform well, they might be able to ask the Supreme Palace to take action. Facing the supreme orthodoxy, the Yuhua Palace will be vulnerable..."

Yan Fan muttered to himself for a long time and exhaled a breath, "In terms of resources, ten thousand immortal stones per month are enough. Above the realm of three thousand world masters, the effect of absorbing immortal stones to improve one's cultivation is minimal. It depends more on the perception." Only through Taoism can we break through the realm of Taoism."

"Before the Supreme War begins, can I break through to the realm of life and death..."

"Chirp?" The little hedgehog hugged his face and blinked.

"You are not allowed to be lazy, you must break through the Three Thousand Realm Lord Realm for me!" Yan Fan lightly flicked the little guy's forehead.

Upon hearing this, the little hedgehog was shocked.

It is just an ordinary spiritual beast. At present, the Earth Immortal cultivation level is very satisfied. It is far away to break through to the three thousand realm masters. It is not a matter of time, but a matter of potential.

Yan Fan stood up and smiled, "Cheer up and follow my brother. I will feed you to the realm of the Three Thousand World Lords. If my brother has a mouthful of rice, you will have a mouthful of soup!"

"Chirp?" The little hedgehog twisted around the spikes on its back, seeming to understand.

After thinking about it, it laughed heartlessly, hugged Yan Fan and kissed him on the cheek.

It is not interested in practicing or fighting. Its only pursuit is to stay by Yan Fan's side and be a carefree pet.

......

At night, Jianshan.

"Brother Priest, I have come to challenge you again. Please advise me." The man held a long sword and stood on the top of the Sword Mountain. It was like a sword that would see blood when it was unsheathed. He had already become one with the sword.

Mu Changsheng was dressed in white, sitting cross-legged on the fairy spring. The air of fairy spirits was lingering in the square inch. The Beihuang Sword was half soaked in the fairy spring, absorbing the air of fairy spirits all the time and undergoing transformation.

Upon hearing the challenge, Mu Changsheng opened his sword eyes, flicked his fingers, and the fairy spring water turned into a sky-opening sword.

This sword was devastating, leaving sword marks on the surface of the indestructible rock.

This sword went forward in an unstoppable manner. The man resisted with all his strength, and the flying sword in his hand broke every inch.

After defeating the master of cultivation in Daqian Realm with one blow, Mu Changsheng seemed to have done an insignificant thing and continued to practice with his eyes closed.

The man looked down at the broken sword and sighed, "I failed again."

He stared at Mu Changsheng with complicated eyes. After he was accepted as a disciple by his master, he never slept, ate or wandered day after day, year after year. He practiced 24 hours a day.

This perseverance is beyond the reach of many Jiansan disciples.

The man left in frustration, as if he was used to it.

An hour later, the immortal Jiansan came back, holding the wooden sword in his arms as before.

He glanced at Mu Changsheng, waved, and a wooden table and a jug of fine wine appeared beside the fairy spring.

Jian San poured himself wine, drank it all in one gulp, and then said:

"Today, twelve of us elders went to the main hall to discuss the Supreme War. I saw Mu Fan. He entered the inner gate through sublimation and had a little quarrel with the great elder."

Upon hearing the word "Mu Fan", Mu Changsheng's eyelids twitched and he immediately responded, "Yeah."

"Huh?" Jian San paused while pouring the wine, feeling confused, "Aren't you surprised?"

Mu Changsheng took a deep breath, exited the cultivation state, and said seriously:

"There is nothing surprising. My ancestor, let alone entering the inner gate, even if Master tells me now that my ancestor has broken through and become the Supreme, I will not be surprised."

"Because...he can do anything!"

That firm look, that determined tone, that proud smile made Jian San feel a little distracted. He really couldn't figure it out and shook his head, "You are too confident in him. Maybe his achievements in the lower world are very high, but here It is Jiutian, it is the Supreme Palace, and there is never a shortage of geniuses. In every era, countless outstanding people are born in the Supreme Palace."

"You have a bad mentality, it will become your weakness."

Mu Changsheng stood up, walked to the wooden table, took a sip of wine, and talked:

"Master, you don't understand. My ancestor is a legendary figure. In terms of intelligence, he can strategize and win thousands of miles away. In terms of strength, he can sweep three thousand states with one person and one sword. In terms of charm, his gentleness is as gentle as The sea is at the same time as reliable as the Tianshan Mountains.”

"He will not become my weakness. On the contrary, his care for us may become his weakness."

"You only value talent, but you ignore a type of people. These people do not have special bloodlines or strong physiques, nor do they have any training skills or talents, nor do they have a strong background. But once these people take steps forward, they are unrivaled. Singing all the way is just the norm, and it’s easy to beat Jiutian.”

"For example...the original ancestor."

With a clang, Jiansan's wine glass fell to the ground.

He looked at Mu Changsheng and lowered his voice, "You actually know about the original ancestor!?"

"Master, don't be excited. I read in an ancient book in the library. There are only a few sentences in the book: That man was born in an ordinary life and rose up in the ancient times. With ordinary qualifications, he fought against the odds and became the first great emperor. Self-proclaimed 'original', the origin of everything."

Jian San reached out to pick up the wine glass, his eyes solemn, "Remember, don't mention the original ancestor to anyone, it is taboo, and you should not compare Mu Fan with the original ancestor. There is no comparison. Not everyone can rise with Fan's qualifications. , too difficult, too difficult..."

Mu Changsheng smiled and said, "Master, let's make a bet. In the Supreme War 1,300 years later, my ancestor's reputation will be resounding throughout the sky, surpassing the Supreme Level Tradition. Do you believe it?"

Jian San rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to this apprentice.

He was quite depressed sometimes. He had advanced cultivation, excellent swordsmanship, and extraordinary status, but Mu Changsheng had no respect for him at all.

He couldn't figure out where he lost compared to Mu Fan?

It was extremely cold at the height, and the master and the disciple drank three thousand glasses of wine, all in one cup.