Living in the world of cultivation

Su Fan did not expect that the practice of the physical way to the extreme would be so heaven-defying.

The old man chuckled and said, "Your body is really well-built. What kind of skills are you practicing..."

Su Fan took out the "Heavenly Demon Saint Body Art" from the storage bag and handed it to his master.

In fact, this family-losing skill is really not afraid of being seen by others. Anyone who wants to practice it can practice it.

Get struck by lightning first, and then talk about other things after surviving.

The old man took the skill and his eyes went straight when he saw the name. He stared at Su Fan as if he had seen a ghost.

"How did you get through this level of entry? Didn't the thunder kill you?"

After hearing what his master said, Su Fan was stunned.

"Uh... I almost died. I was lucky..."

The old man smiled bitterly, his face full of disbelief.

"In order to allow its disciples to practice this technique, the Tianmo Sect spent decades to build a Haotian formation. Even so, only one out of a hundred disciples who practiced this technique survived..."

He touched the secret book with his hand when he got here.

"Later, the Tianmo Sect was destroyed, and the formation collapsed. Later, this technique was spread to various places. Many physical practitioners could not resist the desire and practiced this technique. Most of them could not even get started. I don't know how many people were killed. Later, no one dared to practice it."

Su Fan broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. He didn't expect that this wasteful technique would be more wasteful than he thought.

You think I want to practice it.

Isn't it because of my life?

The old man sighed and looked at Su Fan with a smile.

"I didn't expect that the disciple I accepted would be a person with great luck..."

Su Fan smiled bitterly in his heart. If I had good luck, I wouldn't have come through.

Wouldn't it be better for me to lie down and mess up in my previous life?

"Throw away your martial arts. No wonder you have nothing to show for your physical foundation. This secret book was copied later..."

Su Fan didn't care. He definitely didn't want to practice this broken martial arts.

The old man turned and walked into the bamboo building, throwing a jade slip to Su Fan.

"I have a complete set of martial arts, which contains the experience and insights of the predecessors of the Tianmo Sect."

Su Fan took the jade slip, put it on his forehead and looked at it for a while, then put it in the storage bag.

"Thank you, Master..."

The old man waved at Su Fan and said, "Go, come back next month..."

Su Fan quickly bowed, then turned and left the master's cave.

He didn't go back to the cave, but drove the magic weapon to Cangjiu City, wanting to see Liu He.

It's been so long, and I don't know how this guy's injury is.

Su Fan came to the Liu family. This time Liu Wen came to the door to greet him in person. Compared with his previous attitude, it was a world of difference.

As for Liu Wen's attitude, why did it change so much?

First of all, the "Mo Luo Xi Mai Dan" exchanged by Su Fan made Liu Wen feel ashamed, after all, he was too snobbish that day.

In addition, Su Fan not only entered the inner gate, but also became a disciple, and his status is no longer the same as before.

Su Fan really didn't take the matter of that day seriously.

He had known who Liu Wen was, and it was all expected results.

Su Fan asked Liu Wen about Liu He's injury, and the result was not bad, and it did not hurt the foundation of cultivation.

Fortunately, he helped to exchange a bottle of "Mo Luo Xi Mai Dan". If there was no such pill, I'm afraid Liu He would be useless.

Su Fan came to Liu He's bedroom. This guy saw him and was so excited that he wanted to get out of bed, but was pushed back by Su Fan.

"Brother, my injury has long been healed, but my father insisted that I continue to recuperate in bed."

Su Fan was amused and said, "You should listen to your father. How can he harm you?"

Liu He nodded, glanced at Su Fan, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Brother, you saved me again..."

Su Fan looked down on Liu He for this. He wiped his tears at every turn, like a woman.

"Okay, you always cry and wipe your tears, what kind of person is that..."

He smiled after he finished speaking, and said, "Recover from your injury well. When you recover from your injury, come to my new cave to see..."

"Brother, I haven't congratulated you yet. You have successfully become a disciple and entered the inner gate as an exception..."

Su Fan saw that this guy was fine, so he waved his hand.

"Okay, I'm leaving. You should recover from your injury well..."

He ignored Liu He, who was full of resentment, and left Cangjiu City.

Now Su Fan is already an inner disciple and can control the magic weapon to enter the mountain gate, which is much more convenient than before.

The news that he became a disciple and entered the inner sect had already spread in the sect.

But it did not cause any waves. After all, Su Fan challenged Zou Tai and defeated him. It was understandable that he entered the inner sect with such strength.

But among the inner sect disciples, Su Fan was not so friendly.

Many people thought that Su Fan stepped on the inner sect disciples to get to the top, and his attack was too cruel, and he even ruined Zou Tai's cultivation.

Although Senior Brother Cai Kun specially found Senior Sister and said that the matter was over.

But there were always people who couldn't stand Su Fan and wanted to teach him a lesson.

The inner sect of Yinluo Sect had small groups.

Due to the selection of elite disciples, the groups fought fiercely.

Other disciples who entered the inner sect would choose a group to join.

If they didn't join, they would be excluded by all groups.

They wouldn't be bullied, but they would definitely not have the opportunity to enjoy the resources and various benefits of the inner sect.

Su Fan didn't have any thoughts about joining a group. He hated fighting the most.

If he had this skill, wouldn't he practice well?

As for the resources of the inner sect, Su Fan had never thought about it.

It was a blessing for him to be able to enter the inner sect, so what else could he be dissatisfied with?

Su Fan had just flown into the sect's formation when he was stopped by several inner sect disciples.

He frowned, then bowed to several people.

"Senior brothers, what can I do for you..."

The leader of Duomian was a disciple of the eighth level of Qi training, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a rough face.

His long hair was casually draped behind his head, and his bronze skin seemed to contain explosive power, giving people an extremely fierce and wild feeling.

"You are Su Fan..."

Seeing Su Fan nod, the other party looked at him coldly.

"It is said that you are a physical practitioner, and I am a physical practitioner. I want to find a junior brother to learn from you."

Su Fan was almost amused. Who the hell are you? You want to learn from me.

"Brother, you are at the eighth level of Qi training, and you want to compete with me, who is at the middle level of Qi training. Can you have some shame?"

The other party didn't expect Su Fan to dare to say that to him, and he was immediately furious.

"Boy, say it again..."

Su Fan laughed and said, "Everyone, I have something to do, let's talk another day..."

After he said that, he activated the magic weapon and left the place in an instant, leaving a few people gnashing their teeth and looking at Su Fan's back.

Su Fan was not afraid of the other party taking action in the mountain gate. As long as he dared to raise his hand, he would dare to lie on the ground.

In any case, he would not get up without 180,000 good deeds.