"You are now only a Samurai Seventh Grade, but the Sect Leader doesn't know that, all he knows is that you were only a Samurai Fourth Grade at the time of your baptism; but the Sect Leader still says that you can win, do you know why?"
Sun Yuan said.
Fang Che frowned, this matter, was what he couldn't figure out the most.
The difference between a Samurai Fourth Grade, and a Martial Master First Grade, was huge.
What makes the Indian God Palace say that I can win?
Why is it so certain?
Although he knows that I am well-qualified and cultivate quickly, but after all, there are less than twenty days left.
In twenty days, how much can one get if one follows the usual progress?
Moreover, if one progresses, won't the other party progress?
"Because I accepted you as a disciple, full stop, it's less than twenty days. And the Sect Master knows that you had only just broken through to the first rank of Samurai when I accepted you as my disciple. When the Sect Master met you, it was only half a month ago, and you were already Samurai Fourth Grade."
Sun Yuan said, "A cultivation speed like yours is rare in the world. This is one of them."
"Uh-huh."
"The second is that, those few geniuses of theirs have been cultivating for more than a year now, and it's hardly a secret to our several sect executives, whereas you, up to now, no one knows about it except for the sect master and I and the three offerings. In other words, you are in the dark and they are in the light. Even if you defeat them, they will only think that the town guards have come up with a genius. With the enemy in the light and me in the dark, the odds of winning are two."
"Makes sense."
"The third is that the last time I saw you, the Sect Master was also surprised that your qualifications were so good, so he and the three offerings all imparted something to you;and when the Sect Master was releasing the mission this time around, he once exclaimed that the last time he imparted it, he didn't even have any idea of dealing with the geniuses of the Three Sects, but he ghosted his way to this step, which was a crooked move. "
"Sect masters their impartation are all really good things, pressure box mastery, you as long as practiced, cross-level fighting, is not a difficult thing. This winning chance of three."
"Understood."
"There is also the last point is ... the Sect Master believes that a person's life, each has its own chance; and you appeared at the right time, just after you appeared, there was a task that required you to earn back face for this Sect, and you, again, have a certain chance of winning, so the Sect Master believes that your body, perhaps with qi, or perhaps. is a noble person of this Sect. So ..."
"Cough cough cough ..."
Fang Che coughed.
He really hadn't thought that this Indigo Palace, the Sect Master of the One Heart Sect, the great devil who had ravaged the world, was actually so superstitious.
It was a bit of a gag.
Almost couldn't control it.
But thinking about it, it really wasn't surprising.
For one's own baptism into the sect, there was absolutely no need for the Indian God Palace to come and personally carry it out.
But just because of this side of the action, by chance, the Indian God Palace came and presided over it.
A sect master and four offerings.
Such a high profile baptism into the religion.
A mole disciple with such a low status and cultivation level to enter the religion.
In itself, it was abnormal and seemed to reek of some kind of predestination.
After coming here and because of his natural talent, the Indian God Palace, which originally didn't even intend to come here, actually passed on the sword technique that he relied on to become famous.
Each other then have a tie.
It is also considered to have made good karma.
And then when the action was lost, mocked, and still about to face falling behind the four religions, it so happened that there was still a chance to beat down the other party, and the executor of this chance, it so happened that it was still himself.
It also had to be himself.
Even before this, the Indian God Palace had never even had the idea of dealing with the other party's talented disciples.
It just popped up by itself.
For the Indian God Palace to have this kind of 'sense of predestination and qi claim', it really ... kinda should?
Thinking this way, Fang Che also had a thought: this is fate!
...
"This is the Samurai Rank Bi Ling Dan three that the Sect Master rewarded you with, this Bi Ling Dan can increase your cultivation by ten years if you take it one by one, I will teach you how to refine it later. This is Bigen Grass ten plants, can assist in cultivation, this is Biling Flower three, take it can enhance the cultivation of Divine Sense, this is a sword, the Sect Master himself, the General Sect's secret production, never stained with blood, the Wind Steel Sword."
"This sword comes with the divine flavor of wind, out of the sword can enhance the speed, and sharpness. It is rare in the world, you should cherish it."
Fang Che's heart stirred.
His eyes could not help but warm up.
Wind Steel Sword, in his previous life, he also had one.
It was just that later on, his own cultivation level was too high to withstand the impact of the huge spiritual energy infusion, and it was destroyed in the battle with a strong enemy.
However, for martial artists under the imperial level cultivation, it was a coveted weapon!
Enhancing the speed of striking, increasing the sharpness, and having a feeling of the royal wind when striking the sword.
It felt extremely good in the hand.
"These resources are almost enough for you to break through to Martial Master."
Sun Yuan said tentatively.
Spiritual pills and elixirs were the best, but there were still three more steps from breaking through to Martial Master, after all. Eighth Grade, Ninth Grade, and Perfection.
And there was still a need for each level of perception, state of mind, and battle experience.
And it is true that the medicinal power of the spirit elixir is so much, but it also depends on the individual's qualifications, how much can be absorbed, in general, can be absorbed into sixty or seventy percent for their own use, it is very good.
The rest of the medicinal power would escape into the air.
"Enough!"
Fang Che didn't think that much.
All the sensory experience and stuff he didn't lack, and his state of mind was even more transcendent. Below the Emperor level, it was equal to not having any bottlenecks to speak of.
"That girl's qualifications aren't bad, I'm going to cultivate it."
Fang Che began to play with his heart, "Master, you can leave it alone, I want to make her belong to me completely."
Sun Yuan understood and let out a laugh with a lewd expression, "Know quite a lot ah."
Fang Che coughed, this old thing has completely gotten the wrong idea.
What I said completely belongs to me is not the same thing as this lewd laugh of yours ah.
"From the body to the mind divine sense including every step of enhancement you have to brand chant."
Sun Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This intention is good, in the future you use it, more comfortable, and more ... cool."
"..."
Fang Che a head of black lines.
Old colorful batch!
This gongzi is a gentleman of integrity, looking down on you!
"For the teacher does not interfere is, by you since the young tune."
"Uh ... Master also needs you to make up an intra-teaching remark for me, the matter of a personal maid."
Fang Che said this sentence, extremely skillful.
Make up a docket for yourself, with a personal attendant. In this way, the baptism of Nightmare's initiation into the religion was dispensed with, and existed as one's subordinate.
And in the future, leave and stay as you please, all depending on your own mood.
This was a tricky approach.
Sun Yuan agreed to it with almost no hesitation, for him, the Confessor, this small matter, it didn't need to go through anyone, he could do it himself, he only needed to add a sentence.
"Good, I'll take care of this matter, just prepare for the battle at ease."
"Yes."
On that day, Fang Che took a Bi Ling Dan and a Bi Ling Flower and began to digest the medicinal power.
Sun Yuan was at the door to escort him.
It was then that he saw a vortex suddenly form around Fang Che, countless heaven and earth spiritual qi, roaring in, endlessly pouring into Fang Che's body.
At first Sun Yuan was startled.
I Cao!
This is the cultivation of a Samurai Seventh Grade?
Eye-opening eye-opening eye-opening.
From the moment the Bi Ling Dan entered his throat, the infinite aura began to fill his internal organs, dispersing towards the meridians of his entire body until it entered his intestines and stomach.
Everywhere in the entire body, it was filled with aura.
With running the Infinite True Scripture over and over again, this aura was once again incorporated into the dantian from the meridians, and then circled around for a week to become its own power.
The bottleneck of the seventh level of a warrior was almost instantly filled.
Subsequently, the momentum rushed through, entering the eighth level of Samurai, then the spiritual energy regrouped and revolved again, and the dantian spiritual energy, once again, filled up.
With a loud boom, a new orifice was rushed through.
Advancing into the ninth level of Samurai.
By the time Fang Che had finished absorbing a Bi Ling Dan, he was already at the Samurai Ninth Level of Perfection.
Moreover, the divine sense had also strengthened by a factor of two, and that was the power of the Bi Ling Flower.
Fang Che only felt a sense of relief in his body and his mind was clear to the extreme.
Standing up, the bones in his body clicked and rattled.
Standing up and walking out of the door, he was seeing Sun Yuan's shocked face.
"Ninth Perfection?"
"Yes."
Sun Yuan's body shook a little, showing his teeth and forcing himself to calm down, saying, "It's not bad, it didn't exceed my expectations."
Hastily inclining his head, he said, "Master will come and spar with you to disperse the medicinal power."
"Good!"
It came to night.
In the early hours of the morning.
Sun Yuan, who had finished sparring, found an excuse and hurriedly left.
There was no way.
After suppressing his cultivation to the same level as his disciple, he actually couldn't beat his disciple anymore.
Not only that, he secretly raised his cultivation to the first level of Martial Master, and actually ... got beaten up!
This to where to say reason to go?
So once again, he secretly raised his cultivation to the third level of Martial Master, and only then was his disciple pinned down.
Sun Yuan felt that he had lost all face.
Although fighting with his disciple, sometimes when the moves are used, it actually allows himself to have a feeling of 'being inspired', which is considered a tangible benefit ...
But Sun Yuan is also being made even more difficult because of this.
Just who is the master and who is the disciple?
So ...
"In the future, you will cultivate on your own, Master believes that you will be able to do it. Master continues to go to find cultivation supplies for you to go."
Barely maintaining the last of his demeanor and the majesty of 'Master', leaving behind a sentence, Sun Yuan fled.
Originally, he still wanted to instruct Nightmare and show off his presence.
But now he directly lost his thoughts.
Fang Che pointing should be better than pointing himself ...
"Having a genius disciple is really an ... indescribable heartache."
...
Fang Che spent five days, absorbing three Biling Dan, three Biling flowers, as for the Bigen grass, it was planted in the yard by him.
This was used to gather spiritual qi.
Underneath each Bigen Grass, Fang Che placed two pieces of demonic beast's inner core.
The aura of the entire courtyard was becoming more and more dense.
Night Dream Fang Shallow Yi as well as the two maids felt fresh air and glowing every single day.
Five days later, Fang Che catalyzed his cultivation directly to the third level of Martial Master!
Peak.
Fang Shanyi's mouth was crooked with joy.
Especially after sparring with his son and pressing down to the same cultivation standard to actually be abused ... Fang Shanyi couldn't close his mouth even more.
"Genius ah! Worthy of being born to me!"
The sword was pure.
Nightmare had been beaten by Fang Che for forty to fifty times and scolded two hundred and sixty-three times in the past few days.
Right now, Nightmare's entire body was in a daze.
Because what Fang Che scolded made sense.
Every time after being beaten up and scolded, when he returned to his room and thought about it, he would feel that it was the right thing to do.
One's battle power was indeed increasing rapidly according to what Fang Che said.
So Nightmare fell back into self-doubt.
Because Fang Che didn't make any moves, Night Dream didn't have any intelligence to pass on, and everything was very uneventful.
For these few opponents that the One Heart Sect had asked him to deal with, Fang Che had no intention of exposing them to the Town Guardians right now.
This was because he had just gotten the information himself, and now if they were exposed, he would almost be the target that could be targeted without any suspicion.
"There is still a lot of time, play slowly."
Day after day passed.
Soon enough, it was July every year, the day of the martial arts academy's enrollment.
Martial students from all over the world began to concentrate towards the White Cloud Continent.
Southeast White Cloud Martial Academy!
As the saying goes.
"If you have practiced heroism, you will be able to hold your head high by the White Clouds.
The world is in the top eight martial arts academies, the White Cloud Martial Arts Academy is in the fifth.
It is one of the top.
The entire Southeast Road, seven states and fifty-six cities, are all enrollment areas.
"After you go, don't forget to contact your cousin, your cousin is a high achiever at the White Cloud Martial Academy, with him there, Mother is also relieved."
Fang Shanyi kept nagging while packing her traveling bag.
"I know Mother."
Fang Che agreed repeatedly, "Mother, I left you five hundred demonic beast kernels, and a small bag of spirit crystals, so don't go out on missions in the future, and focus on cultivating at home. Lest I worry about you going out to fight and die, your mind is restless."
"This ... how can I do something."
"I think you'd better cultivate. If you are injured or something, my mind is restless, in the martial arts academy is still easy to go wrong, I'm young, can not calm my mind, go and then no vacation and can not come back, in case you are killed and maimed how to do?"
Fang Che scared.
Fang Shanyi was creeped out, knocked two crisp thuds with his fingers on his son's head and said, "Then I'll try not to go out."
"Enn. Just cultivate in my courtyard, I'm planting the Bigen Grass given by Master that can gather spiritual qi."
Fang Che also let go of his heart.
As long as Fang Shanyi didn't go out to the deep mountains and dense forests, in this Bibo City, with her Grand Master cultivation, she was basically invincible.
But if she goes out ... to be honest this innate Grand Master cultivation, it really doesn't count for much.
There are countless masters outside, casually come to a king level royal level a slap to death.
After scaring Fang Shanyi, Fang Che began to make preparations.
He has a lot of money, the entire Su family property is in his hands 'temporary custody', this financial strength, I'm afraid that even in the White Cloud Martial Arts Academy all the new students inside the old students, are second to none.
These are the rules of the martial arts academy.
There are various tests on the way.
There are points for the tests.
If the points exceeded one hundred, one was exempted from admission, and if it exceeded two hundred, one was exempted from admission for free.
Those who arrived at the martial arts academy safely were ranked according to their points, and the top one hundred would engage in a martial arts battle for the position of 'White Cloud Scholar'.
Early the next morning.
Fang Che was dressed in black, with a long robe covering his body, his body was long and erect, and his back was straight.
The accompanying maid, Nightmare, was dressed in a pink dress and stood with her hands down at her side.
The carriage rushed over, four boxes thumped to the top.
Nightmare reached out and raised the curtain.
Fang Che's black clothes fluttered, and he entered in one step.
Nightmare then lowered her head and entered.
The imperialist let out a shout, the healthy horses raised their hooves and drove off.
Under Fang Shanyi and Fang Zhenghang's unwilling gaze and earnest instructions, the carriage slowly left the compound.
The wind picked up, raising a cloud of dust.
Fang Che's thick eyebrows were slightly knitted as he sat, his gaze looking ahead, a large road stretching out.
His eyes were ghostly, his face was calm, and his heart was like a flat lake and a quiet sea.
He himself knows, at this moment has been considered, the real departure.
It is:
Chest Lingyun Qi, put the sword to test the southeast;
This goes to the wind and rain suddenly, head high white cloud end.
......