Son-in-law, God-Emperor

The reason why Xiao Fan was surprised was because he had just smelled a few breaths of air.

The blood in the hot spring is inextricably linked to the ancient holy body, and it is also the blood of the holy body...

"Okay, go in, you have a month..." Yang Hua said lightly.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone jumped into the hot spring, soaking in the blood containing the original power of the ancient holy body...

Xiao Fan hesitated and also entered the hot spring.

As soon as he touched the hot spring, he could feel the burning heat of his flesh...

The blood containing the original power of the ancient holy body wanted to enter Xiao Fan's body, but it could not enter, and could only linger outside the skin.

"No... Is this the blood of the Cang Tian Tyrant Body?" Xiao Fan murmured.

Xiao Fan had seen Cang Tian Tyrant before. That person seemed to be called Hun Zhan, and he often sparred with Xiao Li.

Although Xiao Fan knew that this was not Xiao Li's blood, he would inevitably feel uncomfortable before...

But knowing that this was the blood of the Cang Tian Tyrant Body, the discomfort in Xiao Fan's heart disappeared.

"What are you talking about? This is obviously the blood of the ancient holy body!" A demon from the Nether Palace looked at Xiao Fan with a bad look.

"Hehe...whatever you want." Xiao Fan sneered and glanced at the young man who was talking.

Xiao Fan could easily sense the origin of the blood in this hot spring.

"You...hehe...whatever you want." The young man sneered and did not continue to say harsh words.

Other disciples of the Nether Palace cast contemptuous eyes on Xiao Fan, and some even whispered.

"You just came here and don't know anything, but you still say this is the blood of the Heaven Tyrant Body? Ridiculous!"

"That's it...we have come here so many times, what kind of blood is this? How can we not know?"

"Too interesting, the blood of the Heaven Tyrant Body? Too ridiculous..."

"..."

Around, many disciples of the Nether Palace showed sarcasm.

Xiao Fan ignored the others, he slowly closed his eyes and sensed the secret of the hot spring...

This hot spring contains the powerful power of the Heaven Tyrant Body, and at the same time, there is a strong death aura, but it is suppressed. If you don't feel it carefully, you can't sense the death aura at all.

"Could it be..." Xiao Fan had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say anything.

In a flash, when the hot spring ended, Yang Hua came, and everyone stood up...

After a few days of tempering, Xiao Fan and others' bodies became much stronger.

"Hehe... the blood of the Tyrant Body has a good effect." Yang Hua smiled faintly.

When these words came out, the disciples of the Netherworld Hall were all stunned.

"Elder Yang Hua, you said... this is the blood of the Heaven Tyrant Body?!" A disciple of the Netherworld Hall suddenly spoke.

"Yes, it is the blood of the Heaven Tyrant Body." Yang Hua nodded.

"This... isn't it the blood of the Ancient Saint Body?!"

"Hehe... I changed it and tried the effect, what's wrong?" Yang Hua was stunned.

"Nothing... Nothing..."

"..."

The disciples of the Netherworld Hall looked at Xiao Fan unconsciously.

Good guy.

This guy actually sensed that it was the blood of the Heaven Tyrant Body, not the Ancient Saint Body.

This guy is not simple!

In an instant, Xiao Fan's status in everyone's mind soared.

Of course, Xiao Fan was naturally not interested in such things...

Soon, Xiao Fan and others entered the next trial.

The content of the next trial is the tempering of physical strength, and it is done in the most simple and unpretentious way.

"Lie down..." Yang Hua said lightly.

The disciples of the Netherworld Hall, one by one, lay flat on the ground with a livid face...

Xiao Fan looked surprised and lay on the ground.

The next moment, a huge hammer appeared out of thin air...

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"...

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"...

The big hammer fell down again and again, constantly hitting the flesh of Xiao Fan and others, making a crisp sound.

This is the second stage of physical training, using external force to strike back.