"What does the refined corpse oil have?" Zhao Fan asked.

"This is a lot of uses. Depending on the addition of the materials, the things produced are different."

Gua Luo Daojun said jokingly: "For example, to maintain the Chaos Taoist weapon, what we are now allocating is the best thing, which can give the Chaos Taoist weapon a real killing experience. There are also corpse oil for setting up magic circles, corpse oil for feeding spiritual medicine, and corpse oil for refining alchemy..."

“…”

Zhao Fan secretly smacked his tongue.

An hour passed.

The corpse oil that flowed in before was prepared. At this time, the corpse oil cannot be described by these two words. It tastes like perfume, so there is a new name, Taoist maintenance solution.

Then the Taoist lords came over to collect the maintenance solution of the Taoist instrument in the pool without leaking a drop.

The next moment, the corpse oil piled up in the big tube poured into the empty pool again.

A new round of allocation has begun.

...

Finally, it was dark, and another bell filled the Seven Star Palace. This time the dusk bell corresponding to the morning bell was ringing.

Many members of the Seven Star Palace have ushered in free time, and you can communicate or practice for whatever you want.

Zhao Fan and Gua Luodaojun left the Corpse Refining Hall.

The latter asked with a smile, "How do you feel at the end of the day?"

"The pressure and impact of corpse oil cannot be ignored." Zhao Fan recalled: "After all, every round of corpse oil comes from different corpses, and has different wills during his lifetime. If it is the same kind of corpse oil, it will be immune after a long time."

"This is why the Refining Hall is unpopular."

Gua Luo Daojun said, "Is it okay to absorb it? Did I not lie to you?"

Zhao Fan nodded and said, "It's not bad. I feel that my way is much thicker."

"Haha, that's good." Gua Luo Daojun asked: "Do you want to have a good time in the tavern? You are a newcomer, and you have the benefits of drinking for free without limiting alcohol."

"Not yet, I'll go back first."

Zhao Fan shook his head and smiled, saying, "Let's go another day."

"Yes, OK."

Gua Luo Daojun and Zhao Fan separated.

Zhao Fan returned to his bedroom alone.

After he waited for a while, a knock on the door sounded, and the Taoist lord arranged by Ye Daojun came to show it.

It is worth mentioning that in order not to attract attention from Zhao Fan because of his relationship with him, Fei Ye Daojun moved it outside the door and ordered him to come in and display it directly.

"Brother Fei Ye is intent."

Zhao Fan was amazed in his heart. He looked at the Taoist Lord in front of him. He had seen this face during the day. He was sitting in the front row of the second dojo and was one of the best in the Seven Star Palace step.

The next moment.

At that time, the Taoist master started to use his own skills. Because it was a display, he deliberately slowed down so that the other party could see clearly.

Zhao Fan's first contact with the Chaos Daojun level martial arts was a great eye-opener.

Then, the other party showed all the secret techniques he mastered without reservation.

Zhao Fan looked at it seriously, trying to engrave scenes into his consciousness.

The last step is to release the Tao in full to let Zhao Fan contact.

Before we knew it, it was the second midnight, and the entire display process took four hours.

After the other party finished displaying, he was moved away by Fei Ye Daojun. He didn't know who he showed it to.

Zhao Fan sat on the bed thinking about it and reviewed it. He was not in a hurry to try to create his own creation, because he just saw the display of a Yibu Taoist Master. At this level, it was equivalent to the initial stage of understanding, and he would only take action after he had broad knowledge.

that's all.

Zhao Fan follows the three-point line every day, during the day, in the second hall, listening to the four-step Taoist lords preaching, and then the Corpse Refining Hall, absorbing the empty shell of the Tao to nourish the foundation of his own Tao, and at the same time, he uses the pressure of corpse oil to sharpen his will. At night, he focuses on watching different One-step Taoist lords come to show.

In a blink of an eye.

More than three years have passed.

"The first thousandth."

On that night, Zhao Fan looked at the first thousandth Taoist lords who had finished displaying it. He had a strong premonition when he was lying on the bed, that was the time to accumulate strength and finally came!

“Homemade!”

Zhao Fan's thoughts moved, and a big light curtain seemed to be opened in his mind. A thousand figures were showing themselves in dazzled eyes, and they were constantly shining with each other.

In front of Zhao Fan was like a blank piece of paper. Based on his own understanding and his own tendencies, he tried to understand his own martial arts based on his own.

It was getting brighter and the morning bell rang!

The prototype of the martial arts was suddenly presented in his consciousness, and at the same time, the figures of the thousand Chaos Taoist Lords all dissipated.

Zhao Fan examined the prototype of the martial arts, and then he frowned, and then shattered it. "Although it can be compared with the last martial arts among them, it is not the most perfect one. If you want to do it, you must do it to the extreme. Otherwise, if you fall in the future, it may become a regret of 'if you knew it'."
Chapter completed!