Although no one doubted that this inner disciple, who was only at the six-star Xuanwang realm, was capable of destroying one soul-gathering training room after another, everyone thought it was a "coincidence".
But no matter which training room the young man went to practice, the training room would not escape the fate of being destroyed and destroyed, and it still caused a sensation in Jiasan Mountain.
It even alerted the sect's senior officials and sent several elders who were proficient in Xuanzhen to Mount Jiasan to inspect all the spirit-gathering training rooms, but nothing was found wrong--
"It's strange. In addition to being supplied by the formation, the power of the phantom battle puppet in the spirit-gathering training room also has the effect of phantom attack and rebound of actual power."
"In other words, the phantom battle puppet has the ability to become stronger when it encounters a strong one, and it can feed back the mysterious energy of the cultivators it practices to itself."
"Only the strength of several high-grade Xuanhuangs who have fought fiercely for a long time can make the formation collapse and the dragon bone stone wall pillars collapse..."
Obviously, Chen Shen can't be a top-grade Xuan King - this guy can't even reach a top-grade Xuan King in everyone's eyes.
In the end, the investigation team's work came to nothing, and the elders who were proficient in formations could only give some vague answers, which were not authoritative.
After the investigation team left, Chen Shen got a lot of nicknames: "The Broomstick of the Refinement Chamber", "The King of Civil Destruction", "Professional House Demolition House" and so on...
In the conscience of heaven and earth, Chen Shen really didn’t mean to cause damage!
He just wanted to confirm what level his current cultivation level was: "Who told these spirit-gathering training rooms to be so unbeatable? Do you blame me?"
He summoned all the phantom battle puppets six times. Except for the great movement of the heavens and the universe, which could only be released once after a period of cooling, the young man tried all the combat-type mystical skills he had learned one by one.
In his eyes, those mysterious masters and puppets of the mysterious king realm are cannon fodder-level existences.
However, those twenty-one Xuanhuang realm fantasy war puppets are a bit interesting.
From the first stage of the one-star Xuanhuang, to the middle stage, to the peak, and all the way to the peak of the seven-star Xuanhuang, there are twenty-one in total.
Chen Shen fought against so many Xuan Emperors on his own. Even though he could win in the end every battle, he was still covered in injuries. He had to take the Xuan Dan of the Spirit Level to recuperate for seven or eight hours.
Fortunately, otherwise, the number of training rooms destroyed in these six days would probably be even higher...
In the end, Chen Shen discovered that with his current cultivation level, if he used all his strength, he could fight against three to five seven-star Xuanhuangs, and even hope to defeat a strong man in the eight-star Xuanhuang realm!
If his full-power Yiyang Finger can hit the target, Chen Shen would even have the confidence to challenge a powerful Nine-Star Xuanhuang...
"Chen Shen, Chen Shen, you, you, you are really special!"
"What on earth did you do in the training room?"
On this day, Chen Shen was called to his elder's hall by rosacea Zhou Jing'en, who stared at him as if he were looking at a monster.
Chen Shen acted innocently: "I just summoned a fantasy war puppet to fight with him, nothing special."
Zhou Jingen took a sip of wine, burped loudly, and then said: "The trouble you caused is really too big. Although you didn't mean it, there is a saying that I won't kill Bole, but Bole got killed because of me."
Death, do you understand?"
Chen Shen smiled bitterly and nodded: "Disciple understands."
In fact, he was quite upset, but there was nothing he could do!
Chen Shen must verify his true combat power as soon as possible so that he can know himself and his enemy in the next actions.
He and the woman in yellow shirt agreed that the time to open the third level of the innate secret was not far away, and Zi Linglong's wedding was getting closer.
No matter what he does, it is imperative for him to do it, and he needs strong enough strength to support it.
The old drunkard sighed again: "Oh! From now on, your use of the Spirit Gathering Training Room will be restricted."
"Other disciples can use it unlimitedly as long as they have enough spirit stones or contribution points. But you... can only use it once a month in the future, and it cannot exceed three days at a time. Do you remember?"
"Disciple, please remember this."
"Boy, just be satisfied! Originally, the result of the discussion by the elders of Mount Jiasan was that you would only be allowed to use it once every six months."
Zhou Jingen said earnestly: "If Elder Liu hadn't fought for you several times, you wouldn't have been able to get the right to use it once a month!"
Hearing this, Chen Shen felt very grateful.
He vaguely remembered that every time he blew up the training room, Elder Liu would always come forward in time to help him avoid the verbal abuses of other elders, and then throw down a bottle of spiritual healing pills and walk away.
Although she didn't say a few words from beginning to end, Chen Shen was deeply moved by her offer of help.
The young man clasped his fists solemnly towards Zhou Jingen and Liu Ruyan: "The kindness of the two elders to the disciple will be borne in mind by the disciple, and he will be rewarded generously in the future!"
"Okay, then there's no need to wait for another day, let's do it today!" The old man with rosacea chuckled: "How about you become my teacher?"
"Uh, this..."
When the boy was convulsing, the beautiful mature woman who had been silent suddenly spoke: "Old drunkard, you owe me the money for the drink..."
"Ahem, cough, cough, oh, I still have to take a step ahead, see you later!" Zhou Jingen decisively ran away.
Chen Shen smiled and said: "Elder Liu saved the disciple again, thank you very much."
Liu Ruyan slowly stood up and walked towards the door while saying calmly: "You don't need to thank me. All you need to do is practice hard and work hard. One day, if you can bring glory to the lintel of our Jiasan Mountain, it will be the best reward for this elder."
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"Yes, disciples must keep this in mind!"
Chen Shen bowed his hands and bowed, but he was thinking in his heart: "When I leave Qingyun Sect, I must leave enough cultivation resources for Jiasan Mountain..."
The young man's principle only consists of six words: revenge must be avenged and kindness must be repaid.
After the previous six days of actual combat training, Chen Shen had a very clear understanding of his own combat power, and felt that it was time to step out of the mountain gate——
He planned to take on a sect mission and kill monsters to level up along the way.
As a result, as soon as he came out of the Elder Hall, he saw seven or eight excited friends coming towards him: "Senior Brother Chen, are you okay?"
"Did the elders make things difficult for you?"
"Alas! To be honest, Junior Brother Chen, your luck is really bad. Whichever training room you use will be scrapped."
Everyone's words to each other were like a group of chirping sparrows, but it didn't bother the young man's ears because he felt warm in his heart: "I'm fine, but I can only use the Spirit Gathering Training Room once a month in the future.
It’s just that there are fewer opportunities to practice with the phantom battle puppets.”
"That's it...it's okay, okay, I thought I had to pay a huge amount of contribution!" the twin sisters said in unison, and they patted their round chests in unison.
"It's okay. Although Senior Brother Chen can't fight against phantom battle puppets, he can practice against real people, right?"
The porcelain doll Liu Susu grinned, pointed at Ouyang Yunchuan and the four others, and said: "These four senior brothers are all very strong in cultivation. You can learn from them!"
Upon hearing this, Brother Ouyang, Wen Zhouxiang and Fatty Cao suddenly turned pale, and their hearts were filled with 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past...