No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 95 Detained Again

"His!"

A sound sounded like tearing brocade cloth, and a void crack opened high in the sky at Daofeng Peak. Rich spiritual energy flowed down like a waterfall, and every last drop was absorbed by a huge Nine-Dragon Cauldron.

"Not enough, more!"

With a thought, the tyrannical spiritual power of the Nine Levels of Qi training wrapped in the mysterious and mysterious power of Dao Rhyme, and another void crack was torn open in the void not far away.

The two waterfalls of spiritual energy were clamped together, and soon the Jiulongding was filled to the brim.

Not long after, Yi Fan opened the furnace to get the elixirs, and actually got two magical elixirs, and the quality seemed to be higher.

It seems that the method of heavenly refining is also linked to the level of cultivation. He tried it deliberately, and sure enough, the third void crack could not be torn apart no matter what, and even the two that had been opened showed signs of collapse.

Seeing such a situation, Yi Fan had no choice but to put away his greed and honestly refine the alchemy.

"Jingle Bell!"

Bai Mei picked up the satellite phone and heard Qing Niu's voice.

"Dare to ask, but senior Baimei?"

Qingniu is extremely respectful, other disciples can crush their Supreme Elder with one hand, as the master of a sect, how terrifying and invincible is the head of Baimei?
Just as the big event was about to start, Qingniu asked for Baimei's phone number from Jian Wuya, and planned to call Yi Fan to wait for the opportunity.

After hearing this, Baimei agreed decisively.

Although I don't understand what kind of plane Qingniu wants to build, but this is one of the top ten big brothers of the immortal sect, if I dare to offend him?Sending any elder at random to Shangqingguan will destroy the group.

Can't be bothered.

But having said that, the boss is the boss, he has no airs at all, and he is so amiable that Baimei can't imagine.

It must be due to the merits of his ancestor in saving Huaxia Shenzhou half a century ago, so he is so respectful to him, a weak head.

"Xiaofan, how is your cultivation going?"

"Master, I've let you down, I haven't broken through the Foundation Establishment yet!"

During this period of time, Yi Fan's aura was fluctuating. Baimei and the others had already gotten used to it. If they wanted to ask, they didn't dare to open their mouths. It didn't matter if they didn't ask. After all, such a monstrous disciple came out. What if he got mad? all?
Fortunately, Baimei didn't know that Bu Wusuan gave Yi Fan the stack of "magic skills" to practice, otherwise Baimei might really drown this old man in the cesspool.

Bai Mei's thoughts were confused, looking at the slowly floating white clouds in the sky, he was speechless for a long time, and really didn't know how to persuade him.

The gods don't use medicinal materials to make alchemy, and within three months, they will practice to the great perfection of qi training, and the physical state will run half a step away from the golden elixir flower rain field. . . . . .

If it weren't for the worry that Yi Fan would run away, Bai Mei really wanted to kneel down to worship him as a teacher. I didn't dare to hope for anything else. If you refine the magic pills and give me a few for the old man, maybe you will succeed in building the foundation immediately and become the first grand master. That's it.

Yi Fan was already in a low mood, he was still far away from breaking through the foundation establishment, but he was about to start.

Seeing the appearance of Master Baimei now again, he must be extremely disappointed with him, and he didn't even bother to say reprimand.

This made him even more depressed.

For the skill of "Shenxiang Suppressing Prison Strength", every particle must be cultivated from the physical body to the nine levels of Dzogchen, and then start from scratch until the 360 ​​particles are fully awakened, and he hurriedly It's only 36 awakened, and it's still far from breaking through the foundation.

Fortunately, the higher the level of cultivation, the more void cracks will be torn open, and now the barriers of six parallel worlds can be torn open, and the spiritual energy in them can be captured.

Even so, not to mention filling up 4000 million particles, even the 360 ​​particles that have completed the Qi training period don't know that it will take years.

The more anxious you are, the faster time passes. Once Yi Fan starts practicing, he immediately enters the state of enlightenment, ignoring time and space, and his heart is full of Tao charm.

In the blink of an eye, Master Baimei notified him that the time was up, and asked him to rush to Kunlun Mountain within half a month.

Saying goodbye to Baimei, Yi Fan stepped on the money sword and broke through the sky, and walked with the sword from above the white clouds.

This was the first time he used mana to fly with the sword without reservation, and he didn't even use the stellar energy to protect his body. He just let the cold wind blow his body, his clothes fluttered, and a long cloud of air was dragged.

Flying with the sword is the dream of many men. It can only be enjoyed in novels, movies or even dreams.

It has only been half a year now, and Yi Fan's life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

From a poor guy working hard in the city, he transformed into a peerless swordsman soaring in the sky.

All of this is entirely due to Shangqing Temple, Master Baimei and many senior brothers and sisters.

Thinking of this, Yi Fan couldn't help feeling agitated, and roared to the sky, the second particle of mana gushed out crazily, twice as fast.

"Fun, come again."

The third particle, the fourth particle. . . . . .

"boom!"

Unknowingly, a few particles were awakened, and with the deafening roar in the ear, a circle of cloud like an umbrella suddenly rose up, and Yi Fan passed through it easily, and the speed that was already as fast as a thunder increased again.

"Cool, cool, dude, this is breaking through the speed of sound, hahaha!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Yi Fan hadn't had enough fun yet, and suddenly there were two explosions breaking through the sound barrier behind him. He turned his head and saw that they were actually two cool fighter jets.

The pilot inside stared wide-eyed at Yi Fan, who was speechless for a long time, then opened his mouth to say something, as if reporting an astonishing discovery, and then the pilot pointed his thumb down, motioning for Yi Fan to land.

Yi Fan swallowed hard, if he didn't listen, would he hit him with a missile?

So the question is, is the missile faster or is it faster?

And can my physical body withstand the missile bombing?

Besides, I am a big country in China. I was intercepted as soon as I took off. There may be many missiles and artillery aimed at me. Think about it, I am not a wanted criminal, so I will go down and see the situation honestly.

No, not long after takeoff, Yi Fan was handcuffed and imprisoned.

"Hehe, isn't this little friend Yi Fan? Let's meet again."

The blind swordsman received the order and was planning to fly to Kunlun to maintain order for Qingniu and the others, but he didn't want anyone to inform him about Yi Fan, so he hurried over to take over.

When he arrived in a hurry, he couldn't believe that this was the monk described in the report.

Yujian flew in broad daylight and broke the sound barrier.

Brother, are you afraid that you are mentally retarded?

Is Hua Yutian, the leader of the Demon Cult who is a half-step Golden Core, a dick?
I haven't seen anyone flying around in the sky in broad daylight. If he dared to do that, he would have been shot and killed by missiles. After all, the body of a half-step Jindan cultivator dare not face the increasingly fierce hot weapons. .

Yi Fan squatted behind the iron railing, with a gloomy expression on his face, no one answered him when he spoke, and no one gave him water to drink. There were only guards full of guns and live ammunition in the room, staring at him with serious faces, as if he was facing an enemy The tense atmosphere made him uncomfortable.

Seeing the blind swordsman, Yi Fan was overjoyed. He hurriedly got up and cupped his fists and said, "Senior, senior, save me quickly. Senior Qingniu asked me to rush there before the end of the month."

"Hey!"

The blind swordsman could not help but shake his head and was speechless when he saw that it was really this kid.

Coming from the unfathomable ancient hermit sect, even a big brother like Qingniu would respect his big brother, it is understandable for his disciples to be a bit reckless if they don't know the rules.

"Come on, come out and take an inch photo with me!"

"What the hell? What are you going to do!"

Yi Fan was stunned, didn't you come to save me?Take a picture of the wool.

As the two walked, the blind swordsman explained to him tirelessly.

"Your hidden sects are the most troublesome when going down the mountain. You don't even know that today's world of cultivating immortals is inseparable from the secular world. You must first obtain the consent of the Daoist Association to go through Taoist records, enter electronic files, etc. Then apply for a Dao certificate, so that you can walk the world.”

"Oh, is it so particular?"

Yi Fan's eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)