Martial arts: the beginning of the full-level King Kong is not bad

And Shen Xinran, as a knife completely loyal to the emperor, naturally hated these people.

Therefore, compared to the punishment that those who survived are about to suffer, those who have already died are indeed lucky.

Shen Xinran pushed a cup of tea in front of Chen Fan, and continued: "Your Majesty and the Commander of Jin Yiwei are fully responsible for the follow-up matters, and you don't need to care about them anymore."

"About your credit, I will keep it in my heart, and I will count it for you in the future."

Chen Fan took a step forward, respectfully picked up the cup of tea and drank it down in one gulp.

If someone else said that, then Chen Fan would think he was making a big deal for him, but Shen Xin certainly wouldn't.

He said he kept it in his heart and calculated it together in the future, so it would definitely be counted.

Chen Fan cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Yes, this subordinate understands."

"Hehe, okay, then you can go."

Chen Fan nodded, "This subordinate is leaving." He turned around and walked towards the gate.

After Shen Xinran watched him leave, there was a faint light in his eyes.

As if speaking to the air, he said, "You have been observing in the Zhenfu Division, now you understand Chen Fan's strength?"

In the end, a voice really answered: "I see, Chen Fan's strength is quite extraordinary."

"The eight hundred households were almost defeated in one blow in front of him, like little chickens, and even Wang Xiangbei didn't get any benefits."

Shen Xinran's fingertips kept tapping on the table, and then asked in a deep voice, "Wang Xiangbei made a move? Then according to this, isn't Chen Fan already in the realm of a master?"

The voice seemed to hesitate: "Maybe not yet, but the strength is already enough to fight against the master."

"Because according to my observation, Wang Xiangbei didn't seem to be doing his best. He really just wanted to stop Chen Fan."

"But even so, he can be called a 'monster'. How old is he?"

Shen Xinran nodded, drank the cup of tea casually, and continued to ask: "Then do you think Chen Fan still has something to hide about his strength?"

"I'm not sure, only he knows whether he has concealed it, because Wang Xiangbei didn't force him with all his strength at that time."

"But there is one thing I can be sure of, that is, the few martial arts that Chen Fan displayed can be said to be against the sky, and I feel that almost all of them are magic skills above the eighth rank."

"And they are all mastered with a high degree of proficiency, not superficial mastery."

"Perhaps it is because of this that he has enough capital to fight across the ranks."

Chapter 72 Tracking

"Eight-Rank Divine Art!"

Shen Xinran narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart.

The martial arts of the eighth grade are not small martial arts on the street. Where did Chen Fan come from? How many are there?

You must know that the eighth-rank martial art is almost regarded as the subduing martial art among ordinary sects, and it can be said to be extremely rare.

Even Jin Yiwei doesn't have many in his collection.

If ordinary Jianghu people can master one or two martial arts, they can almost rely on this martial arts to run wild in Jianghu, and fighting at higher levels is as ordinary as drinking water.

If one can cultivate such magical skills to the point of perfection, it is probably enough to become a top master.

But generally speaking, the difficulty of practicing such martial arts is also directly proportional to the strength, and talent, hard work and opportunity are indispensable.

Without talent, even if you have magical skills, you will not be able to get started in this life.

If there is no chance, I am afraid that I will not be able to see the magic power in this life.

Shen Xinran sighed, and said: "It seems that he may have received the legacy of a senior expert, or he was directly empowered by a peerless master. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why his cultivation base has improved so quickly, and even He has mastered so many advanced martial arts."

This world is so vast, it is not surprising that such things will happen.

It is said that there are many treasures of geniuses, eating them can wash the marrow, cut hair and change the marrow, and turn mediocre people into geniuses.

Some eating can make people become a master of body training.

And some experts may find someone who is pleasing to the eye before they die, empower him with his life-long skills, and pass on all the skills and martial arts he collected, as well as the collection of heaven, material and earth treasures.

Chen Fan may have received the inheritance of such an expert, so under the transformation of many natural materials, earth treasures and elixirs, his talent has jumped to the top, and his cultivation base has also been empowered by that expert.

This is the only way to explain everything that happened to Chen Fan.

"My lord, don't you want to know what secrets Chen Fan has?"

Shen Xinran shook his head.

"My lord, Chen Fan's martial arts are extremely extraordinary, and may even be a ninth-rank magical skill. Are you really not impressed?"

"If we can get it, our Jinyiwei's background and strength can be improved again."

"If my lord asked for it in person, Chen Fan would not refuse."

An eighth-rank or even ninth-rank martial art can cultivate more masters.

Even for masters and great masters, for such martial arts, the more the better.

Shen Xinran sighed, "There's no need to say more, I have a decision in my heart."

"There are too many people in Jinyiwei who have secrets. Do I want to ask for them one by one? Who do you think I am?"

"My subordinates dare not."

Shen Xinran filled a cup of tea again, watching the mist rising slowly.

"Chen Fan is a talent, and he is a talent that I plan to cultivate vigorously. If he feels dissatisfied because of this kind of thing, it will be bad."

"Magic skills are nothing but foreign objects, only real talents are the true background of Jin Yiwei."

"Chen Fan has the hope of becoming a great master like this, so why should he be separated from his virtue because of a magical skill?!"

"A great master is enough to be worth an army of one hundred thousand. Can't you even calculate this account?"

Shen Xinran waved away the mist and drank the tea.

"Chen Fan, Chen Fan, I am looking forward to your future, I hope you will not disappoint me."

"My lord is far-sighted, and my subordinates admire him, but my subordinates are stupid."

"Okay, let's go down."

"Yes."

Shen Xinran sat alone on the head seat of the Qianhu Institute, with deep eyes, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

Chen Fan really never thought that Shen Xinran would make up a big show by himself, but this is a good thing, and he doesn't have to think of reasons to cover up the source of his magical skills in the future.

At this time, he was already on his way to Qingfu.

At sunset, the setting sun in the sky was like blood, and the blood of sinners had already been spilled. Whether it was right or wrong was not up to Chen Fan to decide. All he knew was that he was off work and now he was going to find his wife.

In the past few days, Chen Fan basically lived in the Qing Mansion, and he and Qing Yunzhu were like glue every day, trying to cultivate their relationship.

As for his own shabby house, he hasn't been back for more than ten days.

"No, who?"

Not long after Chen Fan left the Zhenfu Division, his brows suddenly frowned, and the real energy in his body was already surging.

Along the way, it seemed like a light was on his back. He always felt that someone was spying on him from behind, which made him very uncomfortable.

Although he couldn't find anyone after searching, Chen Fan was sure that he didn't feel wrong.

The master's perception is extremely keen, not to mention that he is still practicing top-level martial arts, the Dayan Sword Code.

"Who is it? Could it be someone from the Demon Cult?"

"Still from the He family?"

Chen Fan carefully counted his enemies in his heart, and he was already on alert.

The He family will not do anything to themselves at this time, it will completely anger Shen Xinran.

And I had just strangled the undercover of the Devil's Cult and ruined their chance. Obviously they held a grudge, so it was obvious who the enemy was.

Thinking about this, Chen Fan couldn't help but sneered, and a murderous coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Hehe, Demon Cult, since you want to play with me, let me see your moisture."

Not only did Chen Fan not speed up his pace, he even slowed down his pace. He neither rushed back to the Zhenfu Division to ask for help, nor rushed to the Qing Mansion to prevent the enemy from being led to his wife's house.

He just wanted to wait for the people from the Devil's Cult to make a move.

It is still afternoon, and the sky has not completely darkened, so pedestrians on the street are still coming and going.

It is obviously not suitable to do it at this time, so those people can only continue to follow and wait for a suitable opportunity.

Chen Fan remained calm, as if nothing happened.

He slowed down and began to pick out on the street, as if he was leisurely shopping.

But he actually walked around.

Have a dessert here for a while, and a roast duck for a while.

He even leisurely invited the children on the side of the road to eat candy.

Chen Fan's place seemed like a rich man visiting Qingzhou City, but the two people who followed him had suffered an old crime.

After all, in such an environment, not only must you ensure that you cannot be lost, but you must also try your best not to let the person being chased find out, which is really tiring.

Of course, they didn't know that they had already been discovered by Chen Fan.

"Damn it, what the hell is this Chen Fan doing? Why is he wandering around the fucking streets? Is he homeless?"

"This kid heard that his family was poor, and he never lived a good life. It seems that he is rich now. If he wants to enjoy it, he really doesn't know much."

Chapter 73

Everything they said floated into Chen Fan's ears, but Chen Fan pretended not to hear them.

These two people are not his target, his target is the people behind these two people.

Not only were they afraid of being exposed, but Chen Fan was even more afraid of them finding out.

Chen Fan ate all the way, and walked to an inn with his mouth full.