My Martial Arts Will Hang Up

After exchanging pleasantries, Chen Fan looked at Song Qianxue again with a subtle expression, and asked, "I wonder where Miss Song got the token and was teleported here?"

Song Qianxue smiled wryly and nodded: "Mine was transmitted from the Southern Region sect. Not only me, but all the seniors and juniors who came here are also from different places in the mainland..."

"There are all major domains and even the Chaos Sea..."

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was not surprised by this result.

That token should be a special item similar to a golden sword, with the ability to teleport over a long distance.

It can even travel through ordinary space barriers.

But at this moment, accompanied by a flashing phantom light, another figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Someone is coming again! So fast?!"

A young man with short blue hair and a single horn on his forehead suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall.

There was a cold and domineering aura surging around him, which made the people around him flinch.

A faint light flashed across Chen Fan's eyes.

There were originally three people who he couldn't see through their strength, but now there was one more.

And he was the one who brought Chen Fan the most pressure.

"This guy must at least be a Marquis, or even higher..."

Chen Fan licked his lips.

And with this person coming.

All the people around had different complexions and started discussing excitedly.

"Two people came on the same day?!"

"Great, with two more people, the assessment can begin, and I can finally leave this ghostly place!"

More than 20 people got together and expressed their opinions, naturally it was a mess.

At this moment, a cold snort filled with anger and impatience sounded.

"Noisy."

Everyone's faces were pale, and they turned their heads in shock.

The faces of those who were still full of enthusiasm and talking a lot just now were all pale, as if they had been seriously injured.

It was the boy who had just arrived who made the sound.

The young man's piercing eyes swept over everyone.

His person casually said that for those who are too weak, it is a terrifying pressure like a mountain abyss.

And Chen Fan even licked his lips.

It is precisely because Chen Fan himself has reached this level of strength that he knows how big the difference in strength between different levels of Changsheng is.

As the boy's voice fell, the others remained silent.

The few immortals didn't dare to say too much.

Only the narrow-eyed old man smiled and shook his head, looking at him:

"Why is King Haoyan so angry? It is our fate that everyone can get together... These little friends are just discussing a few words..."

The boy's eyes focused on the old man, and the pupils of his eyes shrank slightly:

"It's you, a monster?!"

Judging from the conversation between the two...these two actually knew each other!

And when he heard the old man address the young man, Chen Fan's face also froze slightly.

How could Chen Fan not be clear about the concept represented by the words Haoyanwang.

"A master of the king..."

He couldn't help but licked his lips.

Looking at the uneven strength of these people, he thought that even if there were a few people whose cultivation level he could not see, their strength would not be too strong.

However, the address of the old man made Chen Fan feel delicate.

In fact, besides Chen Fan, there were also two other people who had different expressions when they heard the word Wang.

A plain-looking middle-aged woman in gray clothes, with a gray cloth cap on her head, looks like a nun.

But the other one was a young man with a sallow face, and he was also the third person Chen Fan couldn't see through his cultivation.

This also shows that these three people are at least the sixth level of longevity.

Others didn't respond to the title of "King", including the other Chang Changsheng, who didn't seem to know the meaning of this title.

In the era before the sect of the hidden world came out, not to mention the various kings in the dynasties of the secular world, some powerful monster clans, as long as they had ten levels, they would be called demon kings.

People whose strength has not reached a certain level and whose vision is not enough naturally do not know what it means to be a king in the higher world of the sixth level of longevity.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Thoughts turned in my heart, the young man was called the King of Haoyan, and the old man was not weak or frightened when communicating with him, and nine out of ten he was a master of the same level as him.

He couldn't help but look at the old man a few more times.

"Hmph!" The Haoyan King glanced coldly at the old Taoist priest, but turned his head to look at the crowd beside him: "Come here, tell me clearly, where is this place?"

His attitude is extremely bad, but his strength is here. Among the people present, there is no one who dares to offend him.

...

The remaining two did not make Chen Fan and the others wait too long.

One month later, the penultimate person arrived, but this person was only a martial artist with ten ranks.

And with his arrival, the last person also arrived on the same day.

"This kind of time frequency...I'm afraid that the immortal 'Haofang' will have a lot of tokens scattered... This kind of assessment will also be carried out frequently."

Chen Fan guessed that the assessment of the "Haofang" Immortal should be similar to that of "Kunwu Mystic Realm". It is also a special mechanism for creating crises and bestowing treasures to cultivate geniuses.

"The change of mentality of Immortal 'Haofang' may also be due to the great catastrophe and the desire to cultivate more geniuses..."

If the catastrophe cannot be stopped, ninety-nine percent of the lives in this world will be cut off.

If you really cherish the lives of others, you should do your best to contribute more to the world.

And this was the last person present, but he was also a boy.

It's just that unlike the previous Haoyan King, this young man's aura is quite weak.

It's not even a master, only the sixth level of martial arts.

Before his arrival, the weakest person present was the seventh level of martial arts, the strength of a grandmaster.

It's just that although the strength is weak, the young man has no fear on his face. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and looked at everyone curiously.

As the so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, it is precisely because of their weak strength and little knowledge that they can maintain this attitude.

Chen Fan's eyes flickered:

"Regardless of any changes after all the people are ready, since there is no limit to the strength of the people who get it, it means that there must be restrictions...otherwise the setting of so many tokens will be meaningless."

But at this moment, among the nineteen people including Chen Fan, there are only nine who are above longevity, and among the other ten people, there are grand masters, tenth grades, and seventh grades.

It is naturally impossible for a person with such mixed strength to simply compete in strength.

At this moment, the tokens on everyone's bodies were all flickering with aura, and then suddenly gathered together to form a huge long knife.

As the long knife condensed and formed, it fell to the ground with a bang.

Golden light blooms.

The earth roared and trembled, but it was separated to both sides with the golden sword.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge crack hundreds of feet wide, bottomless, and still spreading far away...

The roar lasted for about tens of breaths before slowly stopping.

Looking at the dark rift in front of him, the corner of Chen Fan's mouth twitched.

The ground of the main hall here is extremely hard, even Chen Fan can hardly damage the ground.

Of course, rather than saying that the rift in front of him was cut open, it was better to say that it was automatically divided by triggering some special mechanism or restriction.

But in any case, this kind of almost miraculous scene is absolutely impossible for a master of the king.

Only real immortals have this kind of means.

With the roar of the rift valley stagnated.

The tokens covering the crowd exuded crystal light, enveloping the crowd, but it seemed like a meteor flew into the dark rift.

With a terrifying speed that Chen Fan was far behind, he rushed into the dark and boundless abyss in an instant.

As if experiencing space travel again, the change of perspective stopped in the blink of an eye, but Chen Fan found that he seemed to have entered another world.

When the streamer stopped, everyone came to a wide hall.

Under the feet are crystal-clear jade bricks.

The main hall has no dome, and above the head is a clear and clear sky. A huge bright moon hangs high in the sky, emitting a bright but not dazzling light.

There are still white clouds around the bright moon.

Seeing this scene, Chen Fan had a trance illusion, did he really enter the rift valley?