Chen Qingru's expression was subtle: "But compared to you, junior brother, there is still a gap...the two of them are only at the third level of the Dao domain."
She sighed: "The Sword Sect's background is still far behind."
Being at the third level of the Tao Domain under the age of fifty is already an extremely exaggerated level.
When Chen Tianqian was young, he might not have had such strength.
But compared to Mei Hui, who is full of talented people, it seems a little inferior.
Chen Fan's expression was subtle.
In fact, not counting these hidden sects, the public forces combined could not produce a few Taoists under the age of fifty.
Although at present, the ranking of more than 80 is not too high, but it is still in the top 100.
Moreover, there are no tens of thousands of people left in the follow-up, so the ranking of the two of them should not drop too much, and they should be able to be ranked around one hundred.
Chen Fan smiled and looked at Chen Qingru: "If my guess is correct, these two brothers should not have shown their true strength, right?"
How could it be such a coincidence? It must have been an agreement between the two brothers to end up on the same floor.
Chen Qingru smiled and nodded:
"With their strength, they can't compare to Dao Fruit, but among the third level of Dao Domain, they should have few opponents. If they don't leave anything to chance, they should be able to reach the eighty-eighth or eighty-ninth level."
Then she also said: "When junior brother you participate in the assessment, it is best not to reveal your full strength. Just be able to defeat that Lian Baishang. You are the secret trump card of our Sword Sect..."
Chen Fan smiled and shook his head:
"Even if I wanted to use all my strength this round, I wouldn't be able to use it."
It's appropriate not to show his true strength, but the problem is that this round has a maximum of one hundred levels. Even if Chen Fan doesn't show his true strength, he can easily penetrate it.
Chen Qingru was stunned for a moment, but she didn't realize what Chen Fan was saying.
"By the way, senior sister, I have a question to ask you..."
Chen Fan changed the subject: "Do you know...who does the title 'Venerable' describe?"
Chen Qingru's expression was stern: "Generally speaking, the Venerable is referring to the existence of the fifth or sixth level of immortality..."
"What about the unusual situation?" Chen Fan raised his eyebrows, his thoughts surging.
But he thought of the time when he was on a mission to kill a Yuan Mo Sect disciple named Su Xingwen. Chen Fan got a golden sword from his hand, which was an immortal named "Venerable Yuanyang".
The key to the fourth level master's tomb.
Although the golden sword is still gathering dust in Chen Fan's ring, and according to Su Xingwen, he has to wait for the right time to open it, but he has remembered the name "Venerable Yuanyang" until now.
If "Venerable" generally refers to the fifth or sixth level of immortality, wouldn't that "Venerable Yuanyang" be an unusual situation?
Chen Qingru said:
"Some extremely powerful fourth-level people, even comparable to the fifth-level immortals, can also be called venerables, but there are very few such people. Before the emergence of the Hidden World Sect, there were very few such figures in history."
"Not even the master?" Chen Fan raised his eyebrows.
Chen Qingru coughed twice and glanced at Chen Tianqian, who was drinking tea with Master Longzhu not far away: "Father, he is considered to be the middle-to-highest among the fourth levels of immortality, far from the title of 'Venerable'."
Chen Fan licked his lips. From this point of view, Xuanniao and Wenbu should both be called venerable fourth-level immortal beings.
"However." Chen Qingru's eyes flashed with subtlety: "The Sword Emperor Simosi who recommended you to join the Sword Sect, junior brother, was the only venerable master of our Sword Sect a thousand years ago, and was also called the 'Sword Master' at that time!
"
Chen Fan's eyes suddenly flashed.
"Sword Master..."
He was able to be called a Venerable a thousand years ago, so how strong must Simo be now?
Think about it, the Sword Emperor means that swordsmanship achieves immortality, and he also practices the "Blood Melting Technique". The degree of liberation of the "Blood of the Anti-God" is definitely very high. With the addition of these two, his strength is
It will far exceed the same level!
…
at the same time.
Players backstage.
At a location in front of the Feathering Tower.
Zong Zhengxiu took a deep breath and looked at the nameplate in his hand.
"It's my turn soon. I'm over forty years old, and I only have this chance to participate in the Meihui..."
His whole body was shaking, excited and nervous.
"Among the twenty people recommended by the Sword Sect, apart from me, only the two brothers Luo Shaoyu and Luo Shaofeng suddenly appeared and their strength is unknown. The others are not as good as me... I must perform well and strive to break into the top two hundred.
Within the fifth sequence!”
The top two hundred people are in the fifth sequence, with excellent treatment, and they are also the target of Zong Zhengxiu's attack.
It's just that given the person's current strength, it's somewhat difficult.
At this moment, Chen Fan's face inexplicably emerged in his mind.
He shook his head vigorously: "No need to compare with him, no need to compare with him!"
Keep repeating these words in your mouth...
…
"Zong Zhengxiu of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect, the 421st?"
Chen Fan shook his head, turned his attention away from Zong Zhengxiu's name, and shook his head.
Zong Zhengxiu's second-level Dao domain strength is considered normal here, neither high nor too low.
It's just that the current names are only temporary. As long as they are among the top five thousand, they will be the same. Many of them will be retained to hide their strength.
So in reality his ranking should be much lower.
"The top five hundred are in the sixth sequence, and their training intensity is comparable to the top twenty of the Sword Sect's true inheritance. It's not bad anymore!"
After reconciling with Zhan Jianming, Chen Fan didn't have much objection to this little idiot Zong Zhengxiu.
At this moment, the nameplate on Chen Fan's hand suddenly began to shine brightly.
"It's my turn, senior sister, please excuse me for the moment." Chen Fan twisted his neck, said goodbye to Chen Qingru, and went to the contestants' backstage.
…
In front of the magnificent tower.
Zong Zhengxiu walked out in despair.
But his steps suddenly stopped.
He looked not far away in front of him in astonishment: "Chen, Chen..."
Chen Fan smiled at him and patted his shoulder: "Junior brother Zongzheng, come on and do your best for the next round."
As he spoke, he picked up the nameplate in his hand and passed by Zong Zhengxiu.
Zong Zhengxiu's mouth twitched: "Sure enough..."
Although he knew that there was a high possibility that Chen Fan would participate in this Plum Fair, when he actually saw Chen Fan in front of the Ascension Tower, the last hope in his heart was completely shattered.
He smiled bitterly and turned away from the range of the Ascension Tower.
…
A quarter of an hour later.
"Finally it's my turn."
Chen Fan stepped into the Ascension Tower with the nameplate in hand.
Following the tower gate and passing through a corridor, Chen Fan soon entered a wide hall.
He raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Interesting, although the Ascension Tower is large, it is absolutely impossible for each floor to have an area of 1,000 such halls..."
He raised his eyebrows.
"Huh?"
At this moment, he realized that all his weapons and equipment were no longer detectable, and the Sumeru Ring had also disappeared.
However, his own body is no different from the outside world, and can even activate the power of the "Blood of the Anti-God", as well as the nine-star Yuan Dan and other secret techniques.
The corner of his mouth twitched: "Have I entered an illusion unconsciously?"
Chen Fan moved his body slightly.
A voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Please imagine the shape of the weapon you need in your mind. You have ten breaths to prepare."
This voice is sweet and natural, like a girl next door, and her words are well spoken.
Chen Fan raised his eyebrows, and almost instantly, a three-foot long sword appeared in front of him in his hand.
This sword is indestructible, but it does not have any power or blessing, not even a spiritual weapon.
And as Chen Fan got the sword, the voice in his ear sounded again: "Weapon selection is completed, the challenge begins..."
A tall figure wearing linen appeared in front of him.
"A warrior with the first level of martial arts..."
With a thought and a flash of his eyes, Chen Fan was crushed into powder by invisible pressure.
Then he immediately rushed towards the stairs that appeared next to him.
Almost everyone can pass through the previous floors easily, let alone Chen Fan.
Although he didn't deliberately pursue speed, the previous layers could all be destroyed in just one thought.
Even if a master of divine consciousness doesn't know how to use divine soul attacks, the pure power of divine consciousness is enough to tear the body of a weak person into pieces!
His ascent was extremely rapid.
From the first floor to the fiftieth floor, even ten breaths were not used in total. The time spent killing the enemy was not even as long as climbing the tower.
After reaching the fiftieth floor, his speed slowed down slightly.
After another ten breaths, he reached the eightieth floor.
And this level is also the level of the third level master of the Dao domain. Even if the ranking no longer improves, Chen Fan can still be ranked in the top two hundred!
So far, the sword in his hand is just a decoration, and he has never swung it out once...
"Nightmare Prayer" swept out with his spiritual consciousness, and the enemies in front of him, no matter how many in number, all fell to the ground and died one by one!