The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 2282 The future period
After listening to Li Mu, the Venerable Sword Master, Dugu Aojian, the sword master of the Tianlang Sword Sect's spirit sword faction, suddenly realized something.

Looking at the severed arm that fell on the ground, and looking at his bloody wound, the indignation in his heart is as real as it is!

He is not reconciled!
He wants revenge!
But... But how can we get revenge now?

The whole person was dazed, his eyes shrank, his body trembled, and he had already fallen into an extremely aggrieved state.

"I must avenge this revenge!"

"It's absolutely impossible to just let it go!"

"Fang Fan! Fang Fan! Fang Fan!"

Dugu Aojian, the sword son of the Tianlang Sword Sect's spirit sword force, clenched his teeth and showed a proud posture.

Fang Fan strode ahead without taking it seriously.

He just paused for a moment when he walked in front of the Blood Venerable of the Fallen World Sanctuary in the Bloody Robe.

"Thank you senior for your help, this junior is very grateful!"

While Fang Fan was talking, he immediately thanked him very sincerely.

"Hehe...don't do these hypocritical things in front of this old man!"

"The reason why the old man helped you is that you have blood in your bones!"

"In the future, if you graduate from Guangming Academy, you can enter my Fallen World Palace. How about accepting you as a personal disciple?"

The Fallen Palace Blood Venerable in the Sanctuary of the Fallen World was talking, and then nodded silently, the smile on his face was vividly displayed!
These are the most sincere words from the heart.

As soon as the Blood Venerable said a word, there was a sound of gasping around...

"This Fang Fan's luck is too good, to be favored by Venerable Blood!"

"Fuck me... Blood Venerable is said to be difficult to match under the demigod realm. He can be called an extremely strong man under the demigod realm. He might be promoted to the demigod realm at some point! Such a big guy wants to accept Fang Fan is a direct disciple?"

"Huh... I'm so jealous!"

"Who isn't?"

"Damn it...it's cool! It's so cool! Why don't I have such luck!"

"What does this have to do with luck? It can only be said that they are really awesome. This is their method, understand?"

"This is completely in the state of taking off! Personal disciples are not so easy to receive!"

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The surrounding cultivators talked individually, and the excitement on their faces was beyond words, and it was difficult to express it in words at this moment.

While speaking, their respective postures are vividly displayed!

Fang Fan was also slightly surprised...

In his memory, it seemed that this was the first time he had contact with this blood venerable. Before that, Fang Fan had never even heard of the existence of this person.

"Ha ha……"

"Thank you for your attention, senior. Let's talk about the future."

"Perhaps when I graduated from Guangming Academy, I had already stepped into the demigod realm!"

Fang Fan said in a very subtle way.

According to his cultivation speed, it feels like this possibility is not impossible.

He has known it before, the educational system of Guangming Academy is 4 years old...

The Communist Party of Guangming Academy is divided into four grades, Tiandi Xuanhuang, and each grade has a school system of ten thousand years...

People like Fang Fan will enter the first grade of the Huang rank when they first enter, and Fang Fan will be a student of the Huang rank in the inner palace from now on!
In ten thousand years, there will be many assessments. As long as you pass the assessment, you can be directly promoted to a higher level regardless of how long you have studied... This is the so-called skipping level.

However, according to the normal situation, the phenomenon of skipping grades is not so obvious. Ordinary ordinary students may only have the opportunity to be promoted if they have practiced for ten thousand years...

There are also many students who cannot be promoted to higher grades even after practicing for ten thousand years.

(End of this chapter)