Time passed, and three days passed. Ye Fan walked out of the Bronze Hall; Ye Jiangying arrived just in time and asked: "Xiao Fan, how was the harvest?"
"not bad."
Ye Fan did not hide anything and said frankly: "I have understood three true meanings again. One is spiritual, which strengthens the power of mental attacks; the other is physical, which strengthens physical defense; and the last one is fighting skills, which enhances my
Combat strength."
Ye Jiangying praised: "Yes, the three choices you chose are all in agreement with you. As expected, you are very clear-headed and are not lost in the hall. Some tribesmen entered before and were immediately lost after being impacted by those true meanings."
Ye Fan smiled, how could he be lost.
He is determined.
Choose three true meanings, ten suitable for him.
Especially the true meaning of fighting skills, combined with the great fighting skills of the gods, Ye Fan is confident enough and does not belong to the great fighting skills at all.
"It is said that Wu Lingjun is a descendant of the ancient Holy Martial Sect. He has great fighting skills and is known as the ultimate fighting skill. You will have to compete with him in the future."
Ye Fan murmured to himself.
Somewhere far away, Wu Lingjun was practicing when he suddenly felt a chill and his scalp became numb.
"No, am I going to go crazy? It seems I can't work behind closed doors anymore. I need to go out and practice."
Wu Lingjun left the retreat place.
...
Ye Fan did not stay in the ancestral land, and set off again with Ye Hei and Snake Baby, rushing to Kunlun.
And at this time.
A big event happened in Kunlun. A golden light shot up into the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and stayed there for a long time.
Some people say that an ancient treasure was born.
Some people say that it was born from an ancient secret palace.
Some people also say that the most powerful ethnic group was born!
There are different opinions.
On this day, many powerful foreigners and powerful forces from all sides could no longer bear it. They all entered the area covered by golden light and began to explore, approaching the source.
at some point.
These strong men saw a huge shadow in the golden light, and then, a head poked out from the golden light, with two lantern-like golden eyes, shining with golden light.
With one mouth, he swallowed several overlord-level figures.
"ah!"
The other strong men were frightened.
The noble, superior aura burst out, suppressing everything, and at the same time, his form gradually emerged.
"Golden Winged Roc!"
Suddenly, a creature screamed, terrified.
One stone stirs up thousands of waves.
Many strong men began to flee.
Who would have thought that the Golden-winged Dapeng tribe was born, and this tribe was an unruly master.
In ancient times, anyone and any creature of the tribe dared to kill and devour them, even the gods would attack them.
Rumor has it that the human race has given birth to a great emperor who will overwhelm all races; even the gods have shunned his power.
Only the Golden-winged Dapeng clan clamored and even took the initiative to attack the emperor.
The outcome is of course defeat.
But this courage, this arrogance of fighting against the sky and refusing to accept anyone, is beyond the reach of other ethnic groups.
The golden-winged roc is covered with golden feathers, shining with a brilliant and sharp luster, like sharp blades that can cut heaven and earth.
He is huge, with his wings spread out, and is over a hundred meters long.
The most terrible thing is that this is just the golden-winged roc who has just grown up, and is only in the realm of elementary overlord.
"唷."
A cry.
The sound waves rippled and shattered more than a dozen mountains.
"Is this the outside world? It's so bad. It's not as good as the ancient times."