The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

After nearly three months of rushing, Chen Fan and the others finally set foot on the northern wilderness again after four months after resting on the Great Wall defense line for three days.

The weather at this time is already extremely cold, and all you can see is thick snow. Although there is a scene covered in silver everywhere, it is still difficult to conceal the endless sense of loneliness and solemnity!

It is night now, and everyone is resting under a Populus tree.

A burning bonfire can't drive away the cold, and a simple felt tent can't keep out the cold wind.

Wu Youde and Huo Mingxin shivered in their arms, shrank themselves in the wool blanket, not even showing their heads.

Snow is floating outside. Since I came to the north, it has snowed almost every day. Even today's light snow, it is a rare good weather.

Outside of the felt tent, Mu Yunhai wore a single coat, sitting in the snow and drinking to the moon, while Jian Xin, who was opposite him, was wiping his sword at the moment, his eyes turned to Chen Fan from time to time.

Chen Fan is cultivating, and now he has changed his court uniform into a black practice uniform.

Snow fell on his head, but in an instant, it would be melted by inexplicable power. At this moment, everyone present could feel the power of Chen Fan's whole body.

For every second of time, Chen Fan will be strong!

Suddenly, Chen Fan's whole body was shocked, and a handful of snow fell on the withered Populus trees behind him.

Immediately afterwards, those bright eyes of stars suddenly opened, and the blood-red light brought by the Fateful Star was fleeting.

But after the blood-red light, another mysterious green light appeared, but it quickly disappeared.

"But the cultivation base has been promoted?" Mu Yunhai threw his hip flask to Chen Fan, looking at his disciple with loving eyes.

Chen Fan nodded, and said helplessly: "It's been three months, I'm finally promoted to the Eighth Heaven of Martial Master!"

As soon as this remark came out, Mu Yunhai, who had been very serious recently, laughed and cursed.

"You are slippery, ordinary people have been hard at work for a few years, and they can't be promoted. After three months, you feel that the time is long. If this goes on, you may be able to catch up as a teacher in less than ten years."

Mu Yunhai's face was filled with joy that could not be concealed. Chen Fan was his disciple, and his disciple was so powerful, he was naturally happy.

It's just something, Mu Yunhai doesn't know.

In fact, Chen Fan could already break through to the Martial Master Eighth Heaven, but he had been suppressing himself.

Recently, his cultivation level has improved too quickly, and he must consolidate it.

After taking a sip of strong wine, Chen Fan got up and moved his body for a while, then looked to the north, as if he saw King Zhinu again as his eyes flew.

"We should be there in ten more days," Chen Fan muttered to himself.

But at this time, Jianxin suddenly interjected: "The road was blocked by the heavy snow, which has some impact on the feet."

As soon as this statement came out, Chen Fan frowned, and Mu Yunhai also noticed a hint of unusual meaning.

"Have you been to the north before?" Chen Fan asked, looking into Jianxin's eyes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his voice fell, Jian Xin's eyes flashed panic, and his expression gradually became serious.

She just wanted to say something, but when Chen Fan waved her hand, she stopped Jian Xin's words, then turned around and bowed to Mu Yunhai with a fist.

Mu Yunhai knew that Chen Fan was afraid that he would have something to tell Jianxin, and nodded and left with the hip flask. Apart from Wu Youde and Huo Mingxin who had fallen asleep, only Chen Fan and Jianxin remained.