The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

Chen Fan followed a path to the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Behind the Martial Arts Pavilion is a cliff, surrounded by mountain flowers and green trees. It is very quiet.

Along the way, Chen Fan met several outer disciples, holding a book in their hands and leaving as if they were treasures. These people had just selected their favorite martial arts from the martial arts pavilion and were eager to practice.

Several people saw Chen Fan, with mocking looks on their faces. A young man in a yellow shirt shouted: "Trash, what are you doing in the martial arts pavilion? Do you want to sneak in and steal martial arts skills while the elder guarding the pavilion is drunk?"

"Bold, you dare to despise the elders guarding the pavilion, what crime do you deserve!" Faced with the ridicule of the young man in yellow shirt, Chen Fan shouted loudly, which shocked the young man in yellow shirt.

Not only the boy in yellow shirt, but also several other boys nearby were stunned.

"Trash, how dare you yell at me!" The boy in yellow shirt came back to his senses with a look of embarrassment. He wanted to mock Chen Fan just now, but he didn't expect that Chen Fan would change his usual temper and dare to yell at him. The sound made him stunned for a moment.

"Hmph, the Martial Arts Pavilion is such an important place, and the elders who keep the pavilion are so cultivated. Not to mention me, even a fly trying to fly in can't escape the eyes of the elders who keep the pavilion. But you said that I want to take advantage of the elders who keep the pavilion to be drunk. Sneaking in to steal martial arts skills, aren't you contemptuous of the elders guarding the pavilion!"

Chen Fan's words made the yellow-shirted boy's expression change, and he secretly glanced at the old man at the door of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The old man was leaning on the steps, holding a gourd filled with wine in his hand. His head almost drooped to his chest. You could smell the strong smell of alcohol on him from a distance, and you didn't know if he was really drunk.

Seeing that the elder who guarded the pavilion did not pay attention to this, the young man in yellow breathed a sigh of relief, because Chen Fan was right, and what he just said did seem to be contempt for the elder.

"Trash, don't slander me. My admiration for the elder who guards the pavilion is like the endless river. I don't mean to despise the elder at all. You are slandering me!"

Chen Fan said disdainfully: "Is it necessary to slander you? There are a lot of elders guarding the pavilion. I won't care about you this time, so why don't you get out!"

"Trash, just wait for me!"

The young man in yellow shirt stared at Chen Fan hatefully, and then looked at the elder of the guarding pavilion. He was afraid that if he stayed here and fought with Chen Fan, he would wake up the elder of the guarding pavilion. Then the elder of the guarding pavilion would really want to settle the score with him and say something cruel. , ran away directly.

Chen Fan didn't take the yellow-shirted boy's words to heart. He was no longer the same person as before. How could he let others humiliate him?

He strode towards the Martial Arts Pavilion. There were still a few people who didn't leave. They wanted to see Chen Fan make a fool of himself. A waste in the body-refining realm also wanted to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion. It was just a fool's errand!

Although the Martial Arts Pavilion is guarded by elders guarding the pavilion, there is a light mask at the entrance and exit gates and between each floor. Only those with corresponding cultivation levels can pass through the light mask.

Chen Fan was in the realm of body training and could not even enter the martial arts pavilion gate. They wanted to see how Chen Fan made a fool of himself.

"Little guy, you've gone too far with your flattery." Just when Chen Fan walked up to the elder of the Pavilion Guard, the old man suddenly said, but did not raise his head.

After hearing the old man's words, Chen Fan touched the tip of his nose.

He had actually used the old man's majesty to humiliate the young man in yellow shirt. Unexpectedly, the old man heard clearly. It seemed that he was not really drunk, but was pretending to be asleep here.

"Elder Mingjian, what this disciple said is true." Chen Fan said quickly.

At this time, the old man waved his hand and hummed: "Don't be nervous, although the flattery is a bit too much, but I like it. Go in, according to the sect's rules, those below the third level of Qigong can only choose martial arts on the first level."

"Disciple understands." Chen Fan nodded, saluted the old man again, and then stepped into the gate of the martial arts pavilion.

Several outer disciples who were waiting to see Chen Fan make a fool of themselves were stunned on the spot when they saw Chen Fan paused for a moment in front of the elder of the Pavilion Guard, and then stepped into the gate of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

What's going on?

The waste from the outer sect actually entered the Martial Arts Pavilion. Could it be that he has broken through to the first level of Qigong?

"The elder guarding the pavilion must have opened the back door for him!" someone speculated viciously.

The martial arts pavilion is very large, with a radius of hundreds of meters. There are rows of bookshelves with various martial arts techniques, at least tens of thousands of them.

Martial arts are divided into four levels from low to high: Huang, Xuan, Earth, and Heaven, and each level is further divided into three levels: lower, middle, and upper.

The Outer Sect Martial Arts Pavilion is only for the use of outer sect disciples, and the outer sect disciples are basically in the Qi Gathering realm, so the highest level in the Martial Arts Pavilion is Yellow Level Superior. On the third floor, one needs to be at the seventh level of Qigong. Only then can you go up.

The martial arts on the first level were all lower than the yellow level, and there were a lot of them. Chen Fan glanced at them briefly, and found that their power was limited, which made him a little disdainful. He glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor, and his heart moved.

The higher the martial skill level, the greater the power. He wanted to choose a yellow-level intermediate martial skill to practice. After all, he had already lost too much to others at the starting line, so he naturally wanted to make up for it as quickly as possible.

"Although I am only at the second level of Qigong, my current strength is 2,600 kilograms, which is comparable to a warrior in the late second stage of Qigong. Although the elder said that you need third level of Qigong to go up to the second floor, I will give it a try. If it doesn't work, I will try again on the second floor. Choose a martial art."

Chen Fan thought for a while and walked towards the stairs to the second floor.

As soon as he stepped onto the first step, Chen Fan felt that his body was blocked. A transparent barrier appeared in front of him. It was this barrier that blocked his way up.

Chen Fan was not surprised by this.

With so many disciples entering the Martial Arts Pavilion every day, the elder guarding the pavilion cannot keep an eye on everyone to see who can go to the second floor and who can only go to the first floor.

This layer of air film plays a role in screening. Only those who have reached the standard of cultivation can go up. Chen Fan's second stage Qigong cultivation obviously does not meet the standard.

But Chen Fan was not discouraged. The energy in his body surged out, fighting against the air membrane, trying to forcefully break the air membrane and break in.

He stepped forward step by step, pressing the air film into a dent, but the air film was extremely tough and would not break, and there was a huge rebound force that kept coming out, trying to eject Chen Fan.

Chen Fan gritted his teeth and continued to move forward against the rebounding force. All the muscles and bones in his body were mobilized, his veins bulged, his face flushed, and the blood in his body flowed rapidly.

Outside the martial arts pavilion, the elder guarding the pavilion picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine. The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth. A strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "He is determined and tenacious. He is a good person." Miaozi, seeing as you flatter this elder, I will help you..."

At this time, Chen Fan, who was almost unable to hold on anymore, suddenly heard a cracking sound, and saw spider web-like cracks appearing in the air film in front of him. Then, he felt the force of the air film rebounding rapidly. Reduced, he took a hard step forward.

With a pop, the air film blocking him completely shattered. Due to inertia, Chen Fan staggered forward and almost fell down.

Chen Fan stabilized his body and found that he had stepped onto the second step. He looked back and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Just now, he had clearly reached the limit, and the next moment he would be ejected by the terrifying rebound force accumulated by the air film. But at that moment, the blocking strength of the air film weakened a lot, weakening to the level of the third stage of qigong. Precisely because In this way, he could break the air film at that moment.

"What's going on?"

Chen Fan was a little confused, but for him, it was a great thing for him to break through the obstruction of the air film and be able to step onto the second floor to choose martial arts.

Without thinking too much, Chen Fan rushed up to the second floor in a few steps.