Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

Broken Sword did not speak, but the sword trembled slightly, and a pulling force came from it.

Then, the book in Lin Fan's hand floated up uncontrollably, unfolded slowly, and the pages turned slowly.

Looking at this scene, Lin Fan had a strange expression on his face.

After a long time, he suppressed a smile and reminded: "Um...you held the book upside down."

"..."

There was a noticeable pause in the turning of the pages, and then the book turned around silently.

Well, as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes and said something mean: "Is it possible that your senior is also an illiterate martial artist?"

Xiao Bian, who had previously mocked him for being weak, uneducated, and a martial artist.

Now the game is finally back.

Broken Sword was silent for a long time, and then a faint voice sounded: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days, how can you refine some fur with your divine blood? Let me help you."

As he said that, the broken sword trembled and struck fiercely.

It can be said to be as quiet as a virgin and as moving as thunder.

"..."

Lin Fan, who was smiling evilly, was stunned.

Lying trough,

Is this something you can’t afford?

He jumped and prepared to escape, but the broken sword followed him like a shadow, hitting him one after another. Each sword broke his muscles and bones, and it hurt his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the divine blood that had been peacefully sinking in the Lingtai acupoint was activated, and powerful power surged out crazily, like a volcano erupting, with destructive power, rushing towards the limbs and bones.

At that moment, Lin Fan felt that every bone and every inch of his flesh and blood had been ground into mud.

The pain was simply beyond description in words, and he couldn't bear it and cried out miserably: "I was wrong, senior, please spare my life!"

A man can bend and stretch.

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

unfortunately,

The broken sword did not stop, and each sword was still faster than the other.

And the pain was still like a stormy sea, eroding his soul.

Lin Fan's whole body was twitching, and it was useless to ask his seniors to beg for mercy.

that……

"Little sister, little sister, you are so noble."

"Miss?" Broken Sword kept moving, and his voice seemed to be dissatisfied.

"Then...little sister?"

As a woman, she hates being called old.

However, the broken sword fell more quickly.

Lin Fan cried out: "Ancestor?"

Broken Sword is still filming.

This doesn't work either?

Lin Fan was a Muggle: "Old aunt?"

"Ow..."

"old woman?"

"Ow..."

"Ba Po, I will fight with you."

"Ow ooh..."

Lin Fan finally gave up.

It's no use begging for mercy.

Can't beat it.

He could only accept his fate and try his best to run the Nine-Turn Golden Body, and work hard to refine the divine blood energy that almost exploded his body.

Perhaps it was self-paralysis. As the Nine-turn Golden Body moved, the pain that swept through the whole body seemed to fade away like a tide. The majestic energy in the body surged to the limbs, and every bone was being continuously tempered.

Impurities are squeezed out of the bones and then excreted along the flesh and blood.

I don't know how much time passed, but when everything in Lin Fan's body returned to calm, his first thought when he woke up from practice was that he was still alive.

Then I found that my whole body was sticky and a foul smell hit my nose.

Damn it, have you fallen into a pit?

Lin Fan jumped up and found that his body was covered with black dirt.

Obviously, these are impurities excreted after bone quenching.

Lin Fan calmed down, felt his body a little, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his level had soared again, and a total of 154 bones had been tempered in his body.

In other words, he has already reached the fourth level of foundation building 150?

Moreover, what surprised him the most was that the bones that had been tempered before were tempered for the second time this time under Broken Sword's 'retaliation'.

There is a faint red light lingering in every bone, which seems to contain terrible power.

It can be said that this is a qualitative transformation.

Therefore, although Broken Sword angrily taught him a lesson, he actually helped him refine some divine blood and at the same time gained himself great benefits.

Well, I thank you for your eight generations of ancestors.

Lin Fan couldn't help but think of the four palms given to him by the poor scholar.

Sure enough, none of the cultural people are good.

Lin Fan cursed in his heart when he heard the familiar wailing voice: "The technique you practice is pretty good, it seems like it came from those bald guys in Lingshan Mountain in the West."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes.

Xitian Lingshan?

Isn't this the lair of Buddha's big boss in Journey to the West?

He and his master traveled to remote mountains and old forests, and found his nine-turn golden body accidentally on the stone wall of an abandoned Buddhist cave.

It’s not some kind of Xitianling Mountain.

Besides,

Xitianling Mountain only exists in legends.

Is it possible that Xitian Lingshan really exists?

Lin Fan was curious, but Broken Sword had no intention of explaining. He said weakly, "You read this book and I listen to it. One page will count as your merit point."

When Lin Fan heard this,

I'll go and get merit points from all of this?

For a moment, he forgot about Xitian Lingshan.

Because he felt that he had found a way to make a fortune.

If I finish reading these 24 histories of China, how many merit points will I earn?

Lin Fan immediately started reading the book without hesitation. He had long since lost the resentment caused by being slapped randomly by Broken Sword.

The broken sword was suspended next to Lin Fan's shoulder, and there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes staring at the page.

For a time,

The only sound on the field was Lin Fan's reading aloud.

……

Lin Fan himself had forgotten how many years it had been since he had studied so seriously.

Time passed by minute by minute, and I didn't finish reading the last page until dusk.

Lin Fan, who had a dry mouth, took a breath and looked at the page.

Well...page 105.

Not bad, not bad, I got 105 merit points.

Coupled with the merit point reward of the book itself... it's simply awesome.

Lin Fan looked at Broken Sword eagerly, waiting for her to give him merit points.

Duanjian was silent for a long time before he said leisurely: "What about the history behind it? Is there any more?"

"Yes." Lin Fan nodded repeatedly.

I'm just waiting for your words.

There is more than just 24 histories of China here.

There are also foreign ones.

How many merit points do you need to earn?

"What's in front?" Duanjian's voice was a little dull.

"Ahead?" Lin Fan didn't hide anything. "Chinese civilization lasted for 5000 years, but the Xia Dynasty was only more than 2000 BC."

"According to this calculation, China is only 4000 years old."

"The reason why it is called 5000 years is because in those 1000 years, China did not have a dynasty, but existed as tribes. It was always a concession system until the birth of the Xia Dynasty, when Yu passed the throne to his son Qi. Qi established the Xia Dynasty, started a slave society, and the first dynasty in China was born."

"Before this, all the major tribes in China attacked and conquered."

"This era is the primitive tribal period, during which the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, who are regarded as the ancestors by the Chinese people, appeared."

"Of course, this is only the Chinese civilization. China is only the four major human civilizations on the earth. Unfortunately, only the Chinese civilization remains."

"..."

Lin Fan was talking eloquently, but Duanjian didn't interrupt and just listened quietly.

Until Lin Fan's mouth went dry and he stopped talking.

After a long time, Broken Sword's voice was filled with sadness: "They finally destroyed this Fang ancestral land."

"The spirit of heaven and earth is lost, inheritance is cut off, and the fire of civilization is extinguished."

"But in the end, the fire of civilization was rekindled..."

Lin Fan was stunned and didn't understand what she meant.

What ancestral land.

Who are they?

But Lin Fan was more curious about something else: "Senior, which era does this Qingtian Sect belong to?"

"I don't know either." Broken Sword's voice was cold, "But I am certain that we do not belong to the 5000 years of your emerging civilization."

"Back then, when the world entered the age of extermination of the most powerful spirits, I fell into a deep sleep. Over the years, I felt that the outside world seemed to be beginning to revive, and I woke up from my deep sleep..."

Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder she knows nothing about the outside world.

After all, the Qingtian sect recruits new members every 20 years.

If she had been here, she shouldn't have known anything about the outside world.