Madam, your wish is a bit difficult to achieve!

Anyone who becomes a senior would like to educate ignorant juniors.

After listening to what this disciple said.

Lin Fan did not expect that the leader of the Guiyuan Sect was so courageous and thought of drastic reforms. Thinking about it, he could understand that the secret code that had once increased twelvefold could only be owned by the eight major sects and the big forces.

Now that the secret code has been leaked, it won't take long for the entire Great Yan to have a piece of it, and then the competition will be between people's martial arts talents.

Never doubt the talent of outside warriors.

There really are geniuses.

It might be fine for a short time.

But twenty or thirty years later, the status of Guiyuan Sect will definitely be challenged.

Therefore, the sect leader began to focus on cultivating martial arts geniuses.

Lin Fan was wandering around the outer peak and found that the disciples were gathered together, discussing the reform. Some disciples were full of hope and fully prepared, feeling that the time had come and it was time to truly express themselves.

Once you get noticed by the main peak, you will really soar into the sky.

Lin Fan thought about it and felt that such a reform was also an opportunity for him to show his strength, gain attention, and then through unremitting efforts, control the Guiyuan Sect.

The set of procedures is smooth and logical, very reasonable and can be done.

night.

inside the house.

lottery.

[Congratulations on winning: Taixuan Thirty-Sixth Heaven Proficiency Level 5000]

[Congratulations on winning: Tianhan Xuanming Realm Proficiency 10000]

The first two points of the draws were all for proficiency, which was generally very good. He had already entered the Tianhan Xuanming Realm, and the Zhihan Qi in his body had grown much stronger.

[Congratulations on winning: Taixuan Thirty-Sixth Heaven Proficiency Level 5000]

…

The draw is over.

There are no surprises, just ordinary proficiency, but very satisfying.

The mental method is pushed to the third level of heaven, and the realm reaches the third level of the divine realm.

A twelvefold increase.

The growth limit of Guiyuan Secret Code has been reached.

"With my current state, I should be at the top of the divine realm."

The level of the divine artistic conception depends on the degree of understanding of the secret scriptures. The divine artistic conception does not increase qi, blood and true energy, it all depends on the multiple of the increase.

"Comfortable."

All wishes are wasted.

He is very satisfied with his current strength. The third level of heaven has increased by twelve times. When he reaches the ninth level, it will be thirty-six times. When he takes action at that time, the world will definitely collapse. It is scary to think about it.

During the long night, I sat cross-legged and continued to practice, comprehending the artistic conception of martial arts. Pictures appeared in my mind, and a calm breath spread slightly from my body.

Although he had the Enlightenment Pill to help him quickly comprehend the artistic conception.

But there is no end to the artistic conception. With continuous understanding, you will have a deeper understanding of the artistic conception. Therefore, this stage of the divine artistic conception can be regarded as completely dividing ordinary warriors from genius warriors.

It is difficult for martial artists with poor understanding to understand the artistic conception of martial arts.

And those who are extremely talented can comprehend the artistic conception of martial arts faster than anyone else.

early morning.

A martial arts arena.

Lin Fan was among the many disciples, and the huge martial arts arena was already crowded with disciples. Not long after the policy came out, the elders of the main peak came to announce something.

As for what was announced, the disciples at Waifeng didn't know yet.

But everyone put down what they were doing and came to wait.

Lin Fan looked around and saw all kinds of wishes on the heads of the disciples around him. It seemed that after this period of time was over, he could solve their problems and satisfy their wishes.

Just when he was thinking about these things.

On the high platform of the martial arts arena, an old man in white robes appeared. With his appearance, the scene was silent and quiet, and all the disciples stared at him.

The old man looked at the disciples present and nodded with satisfaction.

"You all know the recent news about the sect's reform. According to the sect master's will, a grand competition among disciples will be held in two days. The age groups are divided into those under the age of eighteen, nineteen to twenty-five, and twenty-six. The disciples who reach the age of thirty-five will compete in the competition, and the outstanding ones will be vigorously trained by the sect. I hope you will prepare well in these two days and achieve excellent results in the competition. "

The old man said very calmly.

But when the disciples heard about this, they all clenched their fists and their calm blood boiled with excitement.

They knew that Shanmen had to carefully select outstanding disciples.

The disciples of Waifeng all work hard to improve their strength with their own hands.

Some talented disciples are obviously very good, but they suffer from insufficient resources, so they waste their training time on searching for resources.

After saying this, the old man disappeared and left.

As the old man left.

The scene was in an uproar, and everyone started talking.

Lin Fan in the crowd touched his chin. It seemed that he was between nineteen and twenty-five years old.

If you want to attract Shanmen's attention, you have to show your true skills.

Not long after the old man left, several middle-level figures from Shanmen appeared, each in one place.

"Those under the age of eighteen come here to register."

"The ones between nineteen and twenty-five are here."

…

The disciples who were still chatting hurriedly went to register. Faced with such a huge number of disciples, the head of the middle-level registration officer was about to burst.

But there's no way, that's what they do.

Lin Fan was waiting in line when he heard some voices in his ears.

"You are thirty-five years old, and your cultivation level is only at the level of skin and flesh. You are just joining in the fun, so get out of here."

As soon as these words came out.

All the disciples around burst into laughter.

After all, it is indeed too slow to reach the flesh realm at the age of thirty-five.

Even pigs may not be so slow.

Lin Fan thought that registration required asking about cultivation level, but after taking a look, he found that he didn't ask about it, only about age. It seemed that Guiyuan Sect paid more attention to the age of its disciples.

You can understand it if you think about it.

The true energy state of an eighteen-year-old is definitely not on the same level as the true energy state of a thirty-year-old.

Two days later.

Today is the day of the competition. Guiyuan Sect has a mountain with many arenas built specifically for the disciples of the mountain sect to compete. Since there are many disciples in Guiyuan Sect, it is definitely impossible to have only one arena for the disciples to compete one by one. Competition.

In the waiting area for ages nineteen to twenty-five.

Lin Fan observed the disciples around him and did not find anyone who could pose a threat to him, but he found that among this group of people, there were indeed people with outstanding talents. Their cultivation should have reached the perfection of the True Qi realm, and they were only just short of comprehending the divine realm. artistic conception.

at this time.

In the stands, all the senior officials of Shanmen have taken their seats. Many elders looked at the position of the sect leader, which was empty and had not yet appeared.

"Hey, do you think we can find geniuses in the outer peak this time?" asked an elder with a mustache.

"There must be some, but it depends on the level of genius. I heard that among the group of disciples under the age of eighteen, there is a fourteen-year-old boy who has reached the True Qi realm. This talent is extraordinary."

"The boy you are talking about is named Meng Yun?"

"Yes, it's Meng Yun."

"Ha ha."

"why are you laughing?"

"Why are you laughing? I'm laughing. Do you know who trained Meng Yun?"

Several elders around looked at each other in unison.

"Don't say you trained me?"

"That's right, this kid was trained by me. I secretly gave him training resources and taught him martial arts. The main reason is that I also discovered that he has a good talent in martial arts. I think one of my granddaughters is the same as him. We are of the same age, and all I want to do is match them up."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

They understand this situation.

They are all people with granddaughters. In order to win over some real martial arts geniuses in the outer peak, they often do this to absorb and strengthen the strength of their own lineage.

At this moment, the sect leader who had not appeared for a long time appeared.

"Welcome to the sect master."

The elders stood up one after another.

"Welcome to the sect master."

The disciples in the martial arts arena were also extremely respectful.

The sect leader sat on the chair and waved his hand, "The competition begins."

As the sect master finished speaking, a referee appeared in each arena, holding a thick roster in which the names of the disciples were recorded.

Lin Fan in the audience looked at the sign in his hand.

003.

Ranked relatively high.

The numbers for this brand are randomly distributed when queuing up.

"The first match is between Zhang Xiaoling and Wang Bing."

The referee said this.

There were some discussions among the crowd.

"Zhang Xiaoling, he has perfected the True Qi Realm. I thought he was in his thirties, but I didn't expect him to be under twenty-five?"

"She looks too old."

Lin Fan looked at Zhang Xiaoling who had walked to the ring. That was the disciple he had paid attention to before. To be honest, he was indeed a bit old. There was nothing wrong with him even at thirty-five years old.

Then Wang Bing, who came on stage, was a little nervous.

"Deacon, is he really under the age of twenty-five?" Wang Bing, who came on stage, immediately asked the referee, is this guy really at the same level as them?

The referee glanced at Wang Bing and then withdrew his gaze.

"The competition begins."

Too lazy to talk nonsense.

Their registrations have been tested and no one dares to falsify them.

The senior executives in the stands paid special attention to the first game.

"This Xiaoling is pretty good. His bone age is about twenty-four years old. His cultivation has reached the perfection of the True Qi Realm. I have to say that he is a genius disciple, but there is still a gap between him and Meng Yun."

"It's very good to have perfected the true energy state at the age of twenty-four. There are not many cultivation resources to support him. To be able to cultivate to this point, his talent should not be underestimated. I once took a fancy to him, but he was too mature. The granddaughter in his hand They were very disgusted.”

If Zhang Xiaoling heard the conversation of these elders.

It will definitely spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

Are you choosing your grandson-in-law?

I am diligent and diligent, and have worked hard to cultivate to this level. I don’t know how much hardship I have endured, and how tired I have been. When I come to you, it is like picking goods.

And while the elders continued to discuss.

The referee's voice came.

"Lin Fansheng."

Um?

The senior executives were shocked. Zhang Xiaoling's competition had not even started yet, but someone actually won. This instantly attracted their attention and looked towards the ring where Lin Fan was.

"This guy is very young and has a bit of..."

The elder who spoke found that Lin Fan had something strange about him, his aura was not weak, but he was suspected of being reserved and never revealed his true strength.

Ordinary disciples can be seen through by them at a glance.

There was something about this disciple that they couldn't see through.

"I think his facial bones are about 20 years old."

During their discussion, Zhang Xiaoling's side also won. Zhang Xiaoling, who was standing on the ring, saw that the elders' eyes were attracted to Lin Fan's side. He felt a little unhappy and had a tendency to compete for the upper hand. He looked at it provocatively. Look at the arena where Lin Fan is.

The referee said: "Lin Fan, you have won this match. You can choose to step down and rest and wait for the next match, or you can continue."

Lin Fan, who stood in the ring with his hands behind his back, was ready to steal the show. He knew that if he wanted the sect leader to train him with all his strength, he had to show strength that could attract the opponent's attention.

After thinking about it, Lin Fan said loudly: "I want to continue, but it is too troublesome to compete one by one. Ten, I want to fight ten."

The words just fell.

Everyone at the scene was shocked.

Everyone looked at Lin Fan in shock, as if they heard wrongly.

"what did he say?"

"He's going to hit ten?"

"Damn it, doesn't he take us into consideration?"

Even the referee in charge of Lin Fan's side of the ring frowned slightly, "You have good cultivation, but if you are too proud, something will happen."

"It doesn't matter, I have confidence in my own strength." Lin Fan said.

really.

His words indeed attracted the attention of the elders and sect masters in the stands.

"This kid is so proud. He wants to beat ten of them. What do you think he will do?"

"I have seen many such arrogant disciples. I learned that this is a sect reform and wants to attract our attention. In this case, let's give him something fun."

After speaking, the elder moved his lips slightly and sent a message to the referee, asking him to select ten disciples with good cultivation.

The referee heard this and calmly opened the roster.

"Zhang Long."

"Ma Tianhang."

…

Call out ten names in a row.

"You guys come on stage."

The ten disciples whose names were called jumped up one after another and jumped from the crowd to the ring.

"Boy, you are so arrogant." Zhang Long was a strong man with a strong body, clenched his fists loudly, and sneered.

The other nine people looked at Lin Fan with indifferent expressions.

They all wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

In the stands.

"Your methods are really ruthless. These ten people are probably the ones with the highest level of cultivation at this stage. With one against ten, I think this is the end of this kid."

The elder who sent the message to the referee smiled and said: "The young man is arrogant and domineering, and he doesn't know how high the sky is. As an elder, he should give him a lesson and let him know that in Guiyuan Sect, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. It is not good to be too arrogant."

Then he looked at the sect master and saw that the sect master looked calm, so he knew that the sect master acquiesced.

At this time, Lin Fan looked at the ten fellow disciples in front of him and said with a smile: "You are not weak in cultivation, but you are not qualified yet. If the arena is not too small, the same will be true for dozens more."

The referees on the side were a little dumbfounded.

Good boy, you'll die if you don't show off.

Zhang Long, who had a hot temper, could no longer tolerate it. He roared angrily, rushed towards Lin Fan, and punched out.

"court death."

Lin Fan was very calm in the face of this punch. Just when the fist appeared in front of him, he raised his hand and struck the opponent's fist with a palm.

Bang.

Zhang Long screamed, and flew backwards like a cannonball, falling outside the ring, spitting out a large mouthful of blood with a whoosh.

The other nine people were stunned, looked at each other, and rushed towards Lin Fan.

Such a scene shocked everyone.

Even the elders who were watching saw the way through.

Immediately afterwards.

Lin Fan, who was facing the nine people's attack, let out a low roar. His powerful energy exploded, and he raised his legs to sweep across. In an instant, the sky was filled with afterimages, bang bang bang, the nine people surrounding him were like a dragon, in the blink of an eye. , and flew out of the ring.

He couldn't even block a single move.

"Um?"

At this moment, the way the sect leader looked at Lin Fan changed.

"Weak, too weak." Lin Fan shook his head and was very dissatisfied with the ten people who appeared. Then he looked at the referee and said: "Can we let more powerful people appear? It's just a waste of time to compete with the weak. I want to compete with more powerful people." A strong fight.”

Forehead……

The referee was speechless by Lin Fan's words.

"I come."

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoling, who was in the next ring, couldn't tolerate Lin Fan's arrogance. He jumped up and landed towards Lin Fan like an eagle spreading its wings.

"Fire ham..."

Lin Fan jumped up, his Lie Ham artistic conception exploded, and with a bang, he kicked Zhang Xiaoling out before he even landed.

"You are weaker."

Uproar.

The elders and sect leaders in the stands stood up one after another and looked at Lin Fan in shock.

"The artistic conception of martial arts, he actually understood the artistic conception of martial arts."