On that small hill, Zhao Fan sat in the cave for three months.
At this time, the seasons of this illusory world are changing, and the grass is growing and the birds are flying, and the scenery has undergone a significant change. Many monks are idle, gathering in groups among the green mountains and clear waters, discussing the Tao or playing. In reality, they are almost immersed in their energy in practice. There is very little leisure and elegance. In the illusory world, what should be improved has been improved to the extreme and cannot become stronger. They can only wait until the ten-year period is over.
It is also considered a real elite from all over the country, a rare social environment where people gather.
Some have formed friendships with each other, and some have formed a bond.
But if you want to talk about the limelight, no one can cover the white-robed figure who has not appeared in the small hill for nearly a hundred days.
The son-in-law of Yunmeng, knocking Kong Luo to death, and the magic sword Azuo comes to visit!
These three things are more sensational than the other in the current circle!
Even during the pass-through showdown, Zhao Fan is very likely to win the first place in total points!
...
A stinking pond is like a cesspool.
The demon quasi-emperor Kong enjoyed the squirming moment, then opened his mouth and his tongue instantly enlarged, rolling the entire cesspool into his mouth. This is the natal treasure he had come to sacrifice during this period. It is called "Devil's Sorrow", and it is also a real natal treasure. However, it has entered the illusory world and condensed again.
"Zhao Fan?" The demon quasi-emperor Kong clenched his nose disdainfully, "All the cultivators have just entered the life level of the supreme. With this treasure, I can beat you 20% of the complete mystery of your origin. The first thing in the circular duel is mine!"
Another area.
The monks who belong to the Invincible Association gathered together.
The leader Wu Nianchen lies on the ground, smiling like a fool.
The monks next to them looked at each other, in great confusion.
"Boss, what's wrong with you? Why are you laughing like this?"
"That's right, let's talk about it and let's be happy."
"No boss!"
They were itchy.
"Haha." Wu Nianchen smiled so hard that he couldn't stop talking, and said, "I want to know? However, because of the rules and regulations, I can't share it. However, there is hope for the first place in the circular duel. If you can't reach it within five years, whether you can enter the top 100 depends entirely on luck. You can't even break the gap with most monks. I believe that the same thing as me will only increase."
“…”
"Boss, then we won't be with you."
...
And on the bank of a small river.
Yunmeng Pavilion sat upright by the river, looking at his reflection in the water, fiddling with his hairstyle.
In the river, Jun'er Jung-Emperor barefoot, stepping on the soft river mud and catching fish, "Sister in the museum, I caught another fish~, let's stew fish soup tonight."
"After all, you are a very famous quasi-emperor, and you actually caught fish in the river." Yunmeng Pavilion said with a lot of laughter and crying: "You are not afraid of being laughed at when it is spread."
"What's wrong with the quasi-emperor? If I were the great emperor, I wouldn't kill my true self." As Jun'er said, he picked up a handful of river mud with water plants and threw it at Yunmeng Museum.
Yunmeng Museum couldn't dodge and was shouted, "You... are so angry!"
"Come on, go into the water and hit me!" Jun'er quasi-emperor put his hands on his hips and said provocatively.
"Wait!"
After saying that, Yunmeng Pavilion stopped considering its image, jumped into the river and slapped the river water and smashed it to the other party.
suddenly.
Her movements stopped and looked at the void in disbelief.
Whether it was the river water or the mud that Jun'er attacked by the quasi-emperor, he could not react when he fell on his body.
"Sister in the museum?"
Jun'er quasi-emperor stepped forward for no reason and asked, "Are you okay?"
After a while.
Yunmeng Pavilion came to her senses, and she suddenly realized and said, "So that's how it is!"
"Where are you talking about?" Jun'er's quasi-emperor was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, she was knocked down by Yunmeng House and choked a few times. When she got up, she saw that Yunmeng House had already arrived and said, "Sister Jun'er, I will go back to the cave first. There is a secret in this illusory world. It is estimated that only a small number of the many contenders can be touched. I will definitely win the first hundred round showdowns. Due to the rules, I cannot tell you specifically. You should hold on tight. In addition, remember to ask me to eat it together after stewing fish soup."
Jun'er, who was wet all over, also got ashore. Looking at the impatient back of Yunmeng Museum, he fell into deep thought...
The above are just a microcosm of many monks.
Other quasi-emperors did not touch it.
On the contrary, during this period, among the ten-tribulation invincibility that occupied a huge proportion, more than 20 people have touched the secrets of the illusory world, and have consolidated their strength in the cave in a low-key manner.
Including the quasi-emperors who touched, there are currently twenty-nine, and the weakest of them are all able to achieve the power of Kong Luo when he used the "Destroyed Spike" that day. In addition to the unfathomable magic sword Azuo, the strongest of them can sweep and crush the strength that Zhao Fan showed at that time.
Invisibly, the first echelon of the illusory world was formed.
...
That hill.
Zhao Fan sometimes shook his head and nodded. He felt that he was a short distance from unveiling the mysterious veil of the illusory world, and there was only a flash of inspiration. After all, he guessed the existence of the secret first and thought about it alone, unlike the monks in the first echelon, without any chance and coincidence.
Before I knew it, another five months passed.
This day.
A group of monks gathered together and had a great time. As they were chatting, they decided to preview the circular duel in advance through a simple way, which was a conference on the Taoism held for all the contenders in the second level!
The form is the seat freedom challenge mode.
According to the number of monks, there are 2,001 seats.
Whoever wants to choose one can temporarily rank in which seat. If other monks think it is stronger, challenge them and you can replace them if you win.
There is no limit on the number of challenges in the Taoist conference, from the first seat to the end.
Moreover, the time has expired until the ten-year period expires.
According to the organizers' wishes, the ranking of points in the circular duel and the seats in the Taoist conference will basically not be much different from that of the Taoist conference. Unless there is a trump card that can make the rankings leap, it is a preview after all, and it has nothing to do with elimination. Whether you give your all your strength depends on the monk himself. It would be normal to think carefully.
Once the rules of the Taoist Conference were announced, it triggered a craze in the illusory world.
However, none of the first echelons that touched the secrets came to participate.
Zhao Fan was the same, feeling that this kind of rehearsal was not very meaningful. However, he watched the scene of the Taoist Conference from afar in front of the cave, wanting to see if there were any monks who had touched the secret to take action.
over time.
Zhao Fan shook his head in disappointment.
The Demon Sword Azuo, Wu Nianchen, the Demon Quasi Emperor Kong, Yunmeng Museum, and these familiar top Quasi Emperors have not appeared.
As for the Ten Tribulation Invincible who also did not show up, no one cares. After all, the number of this level accounts for the vast majority, they all have backgrounds and are equally strong. They are all tall, so the only one who is truly prominent is Kong Luoluo. Not to mention more than twenty fewer, even if one hundred less, they cannot determine the corresponding identity.
It is worth mentioning that Kong Luo actually participated in the Taoist Conference and directly challenged the first seat that had been changing before. The result was undoubtedly replaced by it. Not only that, hundreds of monks challenged him one after another. Whether it was the reality of the quasi-emperor or the ten-tribulation invincible, they were all crushed and defeated.
"The strength that Kong Luo has shown has not improved at all when he was pulled to death by me." Zhao Fan shook his head in disappointment while observing, "It should have not touched the secret, because last time he was disgraced, he came to the Dao Conference to find a sense of superiority."
at the same time.
Kong Luo stood above the first seat, looking at the hillside of Zhao Fan from afar through the void, hooked his finger provocatively, and said as if he was declaring war: "Last time, it was my carelessness that I was so foolish that I was so embarrassed by you. Do you dare to compete head-on?"
Many monks followed the former's fingers and looked over, with expectations rising in their eyes.
“Not interested.”
Zhao Fan stood up, turned his head and entered the cave, and closed the door of the cave with a "slap".
"Haha, do you see that? He is scared! He is cowardly! He dares not!" Kong Luo shouted as if he was regaining his dignity and felt good about himself.
However, many monks only had regrets on their faces.
They are all geniuses with deep backgrounds, and it is impossible for Zhao Fan to change his judgment just because he did not play.
"Uh..." Kong Luo's smile froze when he saw this, and cleared his throat with embarrassment and decentness, and then remained silent.
The cave on the hill.
"Even the quasi-emperor Jun'er, who is inseparable from Yunmeng Museum, has participated in the Taoist discussion meeting, but Yunmeng Museum has not appeared." Zhao Fan felt the pressure, "This means that she is very likely to have touched the secrets, and the few quasi-emperors with extremely high reputation, as well as the thirty-seven invincibles who have not appeared, may be like this."
Zhao Fan couldn't help feeling the pressure.
Although he didn't know how much combat power increased after touching the secret, he guessed that it was at least a large extent. Maybe he would lose his advantage in the mystery of the origin of chaos.
There will definitely be some quasi-emperors who can touch the secrets or ten-tribulation invincibility. Once the number exceeds one hundred, the ticket to the third level will not be firmly grasped in your own hands!
"Um?"
Zhao Fan's eyes turned and he immediately had an idea. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he smiled.
right!
Discussion!
If you learn about the monks who have touched the secret, you will understand the secret in person in real life. The direction will be clear and you will no longer have to work behind closed doors like a headless fly.
"Who should I choose?"
Zhao Fan pondered for a moment, Wu Nianchen? He had never dealt with him at all. He was unfamiliar with him and would most likely be rejected.
Demon Sword Azuo? No need to think about it!
Demon Quasi-Emperor?
Zhao Fan was so angry that he was afraid that his clothes would get booster.
"Yunmeng Museum, it's Yunmeng Museum!"
Zhao Fan moved his mind and stood up and pushed open the door of the cave, floating into the void...