Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

"You said

Asked silence, staring at Qin fan eyes, voice has a trace of low, can't say what feeling is in the heart.

The life span of Qi training period is about 100 years, and that of foundation building period is 200 years When it comes to the period of decapitation, the life span is at least one thousand years.

That's why most people set foot on the road of cultivation, otherwise ordinary people will only have 70 or 80 years of life.

"Master, there will be a kind of black fog on one's body in his old age. To put it simply, it is a dead breath. Why do I see the existence of dead breath in you?"

Qin fan's eyes are full of gold. He closely watches his body and moves around him to observe carefully.

I don't know why I can observe these obscure signs. Generally, no one can easily find them except for those with high strength or open eyes.

It's even more difficult to open the eye of heaven. Only those who have great opportunities are qualified to open it. Otherwise, ordinary people don't want to dream all their lives.

Since the last time he underwent transformation in the melting place, he found that he had undergone earth shaking changes, and his physical strength was at least several times as strong as the original.

"Boy, you are more and more impressive to me. It's not easy." Asked, did not expect this kind of thing actually can be Qin fan to see out.

The other elder of several peaks didn't have this ability, so they found the canglongmen, and only the supervisor could have this ability.

"Don't worry. I can live for decades at least. I just have some problems in my cultivation. You can only help me when you are strong in the future."

In this matter, he didn't say anything to Qin fanduo. It's not a good thing for him to know too much.

It's his own business. There's something wrong with his cultivation. I don't know how long he's been tortured. He's stuck to it for so many years. Why should he care about these short years.

As far as he knows, only those who are more powerful are willing to help him baptize, or find natural materials and treasures to baptize his body, can the hidden diseases in his body be removed. In this way, not only his body can recover, but also his strength can be improved.

Qin fan was silent, as he said, and told him what he could do. Before his strength was not strong, everything was nonsense.

"Well, I'll wait until you come back. I'll go out for training at ease. I'll see you in half a year. I'll talk to Ziyi about the mission of the school."

He asked, shaking his hand at will. Without waiting for Qin fan's consent, he threw a storage bag into his hand. The next second, the tearing space disappeared in front of Qin fan's eyes.

Experience is the best way to grow up, representing the unknown, no one knows what will happen on the way.

He reached out and took the bag into his hand. There was a touch of excitement in his heart. When the old man left, he did not forget to leave a gift for himself and pop up a ray of spirit sensor Want to yell.

"Old man, I didn't expect to give you a hundred stone in the end! It's the first time I've seen such a poor man. "

There is nothing in the storage bag except a hundred spirit stones, let alone any magic weapon of the immortal family.

It's the last fortune on his body. He has experienced it over and over again. In order to recover the aura in his body, he has already squandered all the spirit stones he owns.

No more words, his eyes looked into the distance, gently shocked him, took out a Taoist robe and put it on his body. There was a flame beating in his eyes.

"It's time to get out of here and see what kind of mystery the world has."

This can be said to be the first time that he left canglongmen. Now he has at least the power to protect himself.

Looking around, he has the strength of the middle period of foundation building, and is solid and incomparable. The ordinary friars who meet the foundation building period are definitely not his opponents.

With the talisman of canglongmen, no one in the ordinary school dares to provoke.

"I don't know when I'll have the chance to come back to this training place next time."

Turning his head toward the direction of the meteorite, Qin Fanmu thought about it, not knowing what he felt in his heart.

In a short period of half a year, his strength has undergone tremendous changes. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is something that they dare not even think about.

But it has really done a lot, and only he knows how much effort he has put into it. Every time he wanders in front of the gate of death, he has everything he has now.

At this time, not far away suddenly came a burst of noise, Qin fan frowned slightly, subconsciously turned to see the past.

"It's interesting. I didn't expect that people from other places called on me."

There is a touch of irony in my eyes. I don't speak much anymore. I stride in the direction of my eyes.

Every time he moves, he must step hundreds of meters away. His jumping power has reached a terrible level.

In a few breaths, he appeared in front of a piece of grassland. The two sides were facing each other. One side came from the seventh peak, which looked like dozens of people. One side was filled with righteous indignation, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had already experienced a battle.On the other side, there are more than a dozen disciples from the sixth peak, each with a powerful secret treasure in his hand and a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"To tell you the truth, there is at most half a year left before the seventh peak will be removed from canglongmen. I don't know who gave you the courage to continue to exist."

A disciple like man walked out from behind the crowd. His face was calm, and his voice was slightly disdainful.

Qin fan was hidden in the dark, not exposed, no one found his arrival.

For the first time, a group of disciples of the factotum department held their fists tightly.

"Bah! You bastards of the sixth peak, what do you mean? If you have the strength of the disciples from outside, don't you fear that the elder will investigate you! "

The seventh peak's disciples pointed to his nose and swore, the anger in their hearts can be imagined.

If the same level war is attacked by others, they will not say much, but they are treated as big or small. This is an unfair battle.

Originally, a group of disciples were carrying out the daily routine task of miscellaneous service disciples. Unexpectedly, another group of people came to the door and beat around in the middle.

The most important thing is that the visitor is not a disciple of the seventh peak. I don't know where he came from, but he came from the sixth peak.

"Hey, let me tell you, don't talk nonsense. It's a friendly exchange. As a senior brother, I'll guide your cultivation. You are not only ungrateful, but also bloody. It's also your fault for the elder to investigate."

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a gray robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, with his hair down to his waist, and a trace of satire on his face.

His strength has reached the late stage of gas refining. Although he can't compare with a kind of arrogance, he has become famous among ordinary disciples.

The reason why he chose to come here is that he was instructed to suppress the cultivation atmosphere of the seventh peak.

Once the office of miscellaneous workers is completely destroyed and their ambition is eliminated, no one knows what the consequences will be.

Canglongmen has an unwritten rule that the disciples of the seven mountains can fight against each other. As long as there is no fighting among the elders, no one will take charge of it.