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Xu Fan held a fist toward Liu Ming and said, "Thank you for the kindness of seniors!"

In the middle of the night, the stars are sparse, but very quiet.

After Liu Ming and Aze were asleep, Xu Fan jumped out of the small garden and searched for a secluded place, sitting on a boulder, carefully trying to figure out the mystery of the longevity secret.

Since he got this page of the longevity formula, he has benefited a lot. The longevity formula healed his serious injuries and cleansed his muscles and bones so that his spiritual path could continue.

The most important thing is that his dantian is broken, unable to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and there are endless auras in the longevity formula, even if his dantian is broken, he can continuously run the true energy.

"It's amazing." Xu Fan muttered to himself. He has death veins and cannot absorb spiritual energy. Naturally, he cannot use the realm of ordinary monks to measure his strength. However, the first half of "Longevity Formula" has six volumes, and he can only comprehend it now. One hundred bird rolls.

He estimated that his current realm is equivalent to the realm of the monk's Yuan Ying, which is the realm of Da Luo Jinxian.

However, the combat power is definitely stronger than the early cultivators in the Yuanying realm, which can be seen from the torture of Yang Shaowei today.

If the "Longevity Jue" is practiced to the second volume, his realm is equivalent to that of the monks in the late Yuan Ying and even Dzogchen, but the combat power is far stronger than the monks in the late Yuan Ying and even the Dzogchen.

This is the mystery of "Longevity Formula".

In Xu Fan's mind, the Longevity Secret Art is floating, shooting out a strange image, or like a wild horse, or like an eagle spreading its wings, or like a dragon soaring into the sky...

Xu Fan followed the practice, grasping, chopping, chopping, teasing, pushing, sometimes gentle, like a breeze, sometimes violent, like a volcanic eruption.

Under the night sky, Xu Fan is like a ghost, haunting the grass, jumping on old trees, and running wildly on the ground...

I don’t know when, Xu Fan stopped practicing, wiped off the sweat on his face, and muttered to himself with satisfaction: “Hundred bird rolls are really varied, both offensive and defensive. If you continue to practice like this, sooner or later, you will train your body to be copper-skinned and iron-boned, even the monk. My energy can't hurt me."

After a short break, Xu Fan continued to concentrate on studying the first volume of the Longevity Jue, the Hundred Bird Roll.

"This lion roar is very overbearing."

At this time, the Changsheng Jue shot such an image: a sturdy lion entrenched on the ground, swallowing the air of heaven and earth, and then gathering the true energy in the throat, suddenly loudly roared, and the sound wave broke out in an instant. Even if it was an image, there was an inexplicable power that shook Xu Fan's head.

"This move is too strong, so it has high requirements for the strength of the physical body. If the physical body is not strong enough, it will shock the enemy, it will also shook itself, and even shattered its own flesh."

Xu Fan muttered to himself, completely disregarding the disadvantages of lion roar technique, and immediately started practicing. Because his body was transformed by the Longevity Art, it was so powerful that his body could bear it even if the lion roar technique was very violent and domineering.

After three or four hours of practice, Xu Fan circulated the zhenqi inside his throat, then opened his mouth and roared, the sound wave erupted, with a loud bang, like thunder on the ground. A huge boulder of dozens of catties in front was shattered by sound waves and turned into powder.

"Hey, yes, I only practiced for three or four hours, and it has this effect." Xu Fan smiled with satisfaction. As his strength improves, the power of Lion Roar will definitely increase. Now I can only shatter one tens of catties of boulder, and in the future it will be able to smash hundreds of catties of boulder, or even a mountain, just thinking about it makes people excited.

He looked up at the sky, it was already bright, and he took out the letter of introduction Liu Ming handed him, ready to join Saint Zezong.

Shengzezong and Wuliangzong are the same, there are outer gates and inner gates. Outer disciples have limited resources, so they can only practice ordinary magic spells. The inner disciple is the core disciple, and the resources allocated by the sect are very abundant, and they are also practicing superior immortal arts.

Xu Fan wanted to be the inner disciple of Saint Zezong, but he knew that it was impossible now, because he had been in Wuliangzong for more than ten years and had no credit and hard work, but he was still not qualified to enter the inner door.

He walked up a stone ladder, which went straight to the top of the fairy mountain and into the clouds. Every step he took, he could feel the majestic breath.

After walking for nearly an hour, he walked to the end of the stone ladder, and at a glance, the mountains in front of him were undulating, ancient forests were scattered, clouds and mists, cranes flying in the clouds, and occasionally monks' swords flew past.

"Hey, yes, there is the momentum of Wuliangzong, worthy of being one of the six forces. I didn't come to the wrong place." Xu Fan said to himself, his gaze fell on a huge stone monument in front.

This stone tablet is full of words, introducing the brief introduction of Saint Zezong.

Xu Fan glanced briefly and got a general understanding of Saint Zezong.

"Similar to Wuliangzong." Xu Fan was lost in thought. He used to be just a handyman peak disciple in Wuliangzong, and he didn't feel much about it.

Xu Fan felt that this Saint Zezong, like Wuliangzong, was calm on the surface, but in fact the undercurrents were turbulent. Various factions were fighting over and under, just as Wu Ke and his sons of Wuliangzong aimed at the disciples of lower planes.

In addition to the information on the stone tablet, Xu Fan went to the reporting hall, the intelligence hall, which was a place dedicated to collecting information. Whether it was the main sect of Shengze Zong or some information of other sects, you can inquire in it.

It was early in the morning, when the aura was at its fullest, Xu Fan was surprised to see many disciples practicing in spitting, including some masters in Yuanying's late stage.

You should know that the late Yuan Ying realm is a watershed, and some monks with low qualifications can't break through to the late Yuan Ying realm after exhausting all their energy. After breaking through to the later stage of Yuan Ying, the path of cultivation is relatively smooth. If there is no accident, enter the realm of opening the sea, then step into the realm of Ning Yuan, and cultivate the soul.

When Xu Fan was still in Wuliangzong, there were more than a thousand disciples in the entire outer sect. Only one-tenth of the monks who could cultivate to the late Yuan Ying and even the Great Perfection were more than one hundred. It can be seen how difficult this gap is to cross.

"It seems that the competition is not small." Xu Fan said in his heart. He turned a few turns and walked almost two miles. A majestic attic appeared in front of him. A plaque was hung above the door of the attic with three words written on it. A big character with a silver hook and iron painting: Information Hall.

"That's it."

Xu Fan held the letter of introduction tightly and strode towards the Intelligence Hall.

There are many disciples in and out of the Intelligence Hall. They will look at Xu Fan when they see Xu Fan, but after detecting that Xu Fan's dantian is broken, they all show contempt.