"Vice President Ye, you promised to help me manage the quota for Mingyue Tower. I don't know how long it will take..."
Chen Fan was looking forward to but helpless in his heart.
Depending on his current strength and progress, it would be difficult for Yuan Dan to break through in the Wanxiang Virtual Realm.
Only when his cultivation reaches a further breakthrough, reaching the fourth level or the fifth level, and the true energy can be released, can he have the confidence to defeat the sixth level monster!
And even if he had enough True Yuan Pills, which are quite good at the True Yuan stage, it would take Chen Fan three months to make another breakthrough in his cultivation.
As for whether he can enter Mingyue Tower with his own strength after breaking through to the fifth level, Chen Fan is not sure at all.
After all, 300 people forward are basically the places for sixth-level martial arts masters.
When you reach the sixth level, your energy and blood are circulating endlessly. The masters in the martial arts academy who have accumulated many years of experience and failed to break through to the master level are all stuck at this stage. The upper limit of their strength is terrifyingly high!
After registering and leaving, Chen Fan did not immediately return to the Star Tower to practice.
Instead, he went to the Hall of Questioning Heart.
The so-called Asking Heart Hall is also a special trial place connected to the Vientiane Pot, where illusions are used to hone one's will. If you perform well in this trial, you can earn Yuan points.
The disciples of Qunxing Tower can go once every quarter, but the disciples of Mingyue Tower can go once every month, and the times can be added up.
…
Asking the Heart Hall is just like arriving at the Vientiane Square to take the Vientiane Virtual Realm assessment.
Entering it, Chen Fan instantly entered a special illusion.
But what was in front of Chen Fan was a staircase that was spreading upwards. There were hundreds of them, and there was only deep darkness at the top of the steps.
The surrounding area was filled with white mist.
Every step forward.
Various illusions appeared in front of Chen Fan.
There are all kinds of temptations and twists and turns in the world...
It was easy at the beginning. Chen Fan was already strong-willed and not easily deceived. But as he gradually advanced, he became more and more aware of the power of the Asking Heart Palace.
Even though I always tell myself in my heart that I am experiencing an illusion.
But when the illusion became more and more real, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel hesitant in his heart.
The pace also became slower, and it took a long time to take a step forward.
It is said that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.
When stepping onto the thirteenth floor, the concepts of truth and falsehood lose their precise boundaries in the Hall of Questioning Heart.
Until suddenly, Chen Fan stepped onto the ground again. His grinning mouth and moist eyes still made Chen Fan feel a little confused.
His cultivation and realm have not improved at all, but he has a completely different feeling.
He only walked thirteen steps and got less than 500 yuan points.
It took Chen Fan a long time to calm down: "Asking the Heart Palace... Asking the Heart... It's really not that simple..."
My own will is not as strong as I thought.
The tempering of his self-will also made him more determined on the path he wanted to take.
…
When Chen Fan was waiting for his place in the Wanhuan Hall, the most he could stay was in the Star Building!
It's a pity that although this place is good and has many training rooms, it is ineffective for people like Chen Fan who rely on hanging up to practice.
Even if he spends twelve hours a day in the training room, he can't compare to one percent of him hanging up!
It's just that the Star Tower has special instruments for testing strength and training props, which can allow Chen Fan to adapt to the progress of his own strength and cultivation faster.
And when Chen Fan and other new disciples were mastering the martial arts academy.
The president of the martial arts academy, Mao Wangchen, together with the vice president Ye Wuji and another close associate vice president, were having a secret conversation with the Nineteenth Prince.
The Nineteenth Prince came to Qinghe Lord from the imperial capital specifically to observe the Liwu Academy examination. Naturally, it could not be just because he had nothing to do.
He was holding a golden bottle with a solemn look on his face:
"My father's illness is getting more and more serious, and he is becoming more and more worried about Da Qian's future. When I come here this time, I have to receive the Emperor's Sword from my father, which can kill the ninth-level master. I am here just for... Qing python……"
He did not continue.
The royal family surnamed Liu of the current dynasty inherited a special set of true skills, which condensed the spirit of the emperor as its essence. The more prosperous the Daqian, the higher the emperor's cultivation level.
Unfortunately, this special true skill has many restrictions, and only the direct heirs of the royal family can practice it.
In addition, this set of true skills also has various wonderful uses. Not only can the cultivation be affected by all living beings in the world, it can also condense special items such as the Emperor's Sword, which can be given to people with royal blood...
The Emperor's Sword has unpredictable power, similar to the "Shangfang Sword" with substantial power. It can really kill slanderous ministers from above and demons from below.
"Your Majesty, his illness may still be the sequelae of that incident, otherwise it won't be a problem to be in power for another hundred years..." Mao Wangchen shook his head and sighed after hearing this.
Ye Wuji narrowed his eyes: "Although Fan Lin's strength has not broken through the final limit and reached the tenth level, with the help of the Green Python Army, even the dean may..."
Mao Wangchen sighed deeply: "This matter can only be dealt with slowly."
He is at the tenth level of martial arts, but how dare he face the Gangqing Python Army head-on.
Even though one-third of the Green Python Army is not under Fan Lin's command, but is scattered in various cities in Qinghe County.
The Nineteenth Prince nodded: "I have made preparations to stay in Qinghe County, and I hope Dean Mao can lend a helping hand——"
Mao Wangchen had a solemn look on his face: "The Qing Ming Martial Arts Academy is a martial arts academy under the jurisdiction of Da Qian. Naturally, everything is based on the requirements of the Holy One."
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Everyone dispersed the banquet and waited for the Nineteenth Prince to leave.
However, the expressions of Ye Wuji, Mao Wangchen and others all changed.
Ye Wuji shook his head and sneered: "Fan Lin and Emperor Daqian are brothers-in-law, and they are related by each other. Our Holy Lord is so cruel..."
Mao Wangchen narrowed his eyes, shook his head and said:
"Fan Lin's personal strength is pretty good. Even if he breaks through to the tenth level, the court may not be too scrupulous. The key is the Green Python Army. The three thousand main soldiers of the Green Python Army are all powerful warriors. When they form a battle formation, they are unparalleled and can kill. The tenth level. Although Daqian is big, there are not many tenth levels of martial arts."
"It is even said that the reserve force of the Green Python Army has exceeded 100,000, and Fan Lin has never stopped recruiting troops. He respects his troops and guards important border areas, so it is normal for the emperor to be worried..."
"However, our emperor is really seriously ill and is about to die. He dare not act openly and send a little guy who is not even a grandmaster. Hmm, what can be done? Even with the emperor's sword, it is impossible to kill Fan Lin! "
The little guy Mao Wangchen was talking about was the Nineteenth Prince.
This is indeed the case. Not to mention such a nineteenth prince, even if a master of the tenth level of martial arts comes in person, he dare not say that he can defeat the Green Python Army and Fan Lin.
Ye Wuji looked serious and said: "Our emperor has many methods to suppress the world... Even if he is seriously ill, he should not be underestimated. Without explicit actions, there should be follow-up measures, but this has little to do with our martial arts academy. We Don’t get involved!”
Mao Wangchen nodded: "Of course! Our martial arts academy is just a place to train disciples. There is no need to provoke the Green Python Army. Let them make enough trouble on their own..."
On the surface, they agreed to the Nineteenth Prince and said they would cooperate fully, but in fact they had their own thoughts. How could they easily gamble on the martial arts academy and get involved in such things.
There are seventy and eighty counties in Daqian. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. How can the imperial court control it?
There are so many martial arts academies in various places, and they are divided and conquered. There may not be many who are completely loyal to the Daqian royal family.
This is also the point where the imperial court is far inferior to the hidden sects. Its large size also leads to a bloated system. Even if they stand on the same position, it is difficult to remain united in everything.
After briefly chatting for a few words, Ye Wuji rolled his eyes and changed the topic: "By the way, the dean still remembers my previous proposal about improving the treatment of new entry disciples..."