The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

Crunch.

Behind him, the door opened.

"Uncle Qin, was it successful?" Chen Fan turned to look at Qin Changkong who was walking out and asked.

At this time, Qin Yao walked out from behind Qin Changkong, her whole body's temperament changed a little and became a little cold.

Seeing Qin Yao, Chen Fan knew that Qin Yao had successfully fused the bone spirit fire.

Moreover, his cultivation level also broke through to the eighth stage of Qigong.

Coupled with the miraculous power of Bone Spirit Fire, he is considered a master at the eighth level of Qigong.

Just because of the bone spirit fire, Qin Yao now looks like an iceberg beauty, with a freezing coldness exuding from her body all the time.

"Haha, Xiaofan, it's all thanks to you this time. If it weren't for the Fire Spirit Jade Marrow, Yaoyao might have been bitten by the Bone Spirit Fire this time."

Qin Changkong was in a good mood because Qin Yao successfully fused the bone spirit fire.

However, judging from the meaning of his words, it is obvious that there was an episode during the fusion process. In the end, if it were not for the Fire Spirit Chalcedony, the fusion might have failed.

"Senior sister, the fusion was successful, as long as nothing unexpected happened." Chen Fan said.

Fusion of Yuan Fire is a very dangerous thing. Once the fusion fails, at least one's vitality may be greatly damaged and one's Qigong may be abolished. At worst, one may be directly swallowed by the Yuan Fire and no bones will be left.

"Well, this time Yaoyao succeeded in merging bone spirit fire. Not only did her cultivation level break through to the eighth level of Qigong, she will become a real alchemist in the future, and her status in the Spring and Autumn Sect will also rise." Qin Changkong said.

"Congratulations then, senior sister." Chen Fan said to Qin Yao.

Alchemist is a very noble profession, refining elixirs.

Among ten thousand warriors, not one may be able to become an alchemist. He is a truly lucky person, one in ten thousand.

Like a realm-breaking pill, it is something that strong airbenders dream of. If Qin Yao can refine the realm-breaking pill now, she will definitely be able to make a group of strong airbenders become her thugs.

The day and night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, the bell for the competition at the outer gate rang on time.

Chen Fan opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath.

The light in his eyes flashed, the vitality in his body surged, and his state reached its peak.

After a night of meditation, he had completely stabilized his cultivation at the peak of the sixth level of Qigong.

Moving like a dragon and a tiger, Chen Fan arrived at the outer gate square.

Seeing him coming, many foundations got out of the way and looked at him with awe.

Chen Fan's reputation has spread throughout the outer world.

Everyone now knows that he is powerful and cruel, and he will never show mercy to his enemies. He even dares to kill Fei Kuang of the Tianmeng. He is lawless and does not take the outer sect Tianmeng into consideration.

"Look at his proud look, it's almost as if he's going to heaven."

"Shh, keep your voice down. I'm naturally proud of myself. But he can't be proud for long. If he offends the Tianmeng, there will be no good fruit to eat. His end will be extremely miserable."

"That's true. Tianmeng has never suffered such a big loss. He will definitely pay back double the amount."

"..."

Everyone was talking about it.

Chen Fan also heard it clearly, but he didn't take it to heart at all.

These people are just jealous of him.

After all, he was a martial arts waste three months ago, and now he has transformed into a ferocious person. The mentality of these people is naturally uncomfortable.

Who likes a former martial arts loser to ride on his head?

Only the last hundred people are left in the third round of the competition, and today the top ten disciples of the outer sect will be decided. In other words, there will only be one final winner left in every battle.

Soon, the battle begins.

"Group 10, No. 345 vs. No. 779."

The referee loudly announced.

When Chen Fan climbed onto the fighting stage, he saw a man in black coming up from the opposite side. He was at the early stage of the eighth stage of Qigong, named Yan Ba.

"Chen Fan, kneel down and die. I can give you a happy death. Otherwise, your life will be worse than death!" Yan Ba ​​said coldly when he saw Chen Fan coming on stage.

"Um?"

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Ba. He was not from the Tianmeng, but he was full of murderous intent towards him. Why?

"Have you joined the Tianmeng?"

Yan Ba ​​shook his head.

"Since you are not from the Tianmeng and I have no enmity with you, you wanted me to kneel down and die as soon as you came. Why?" Chen Fan asked.

Yan Ba ​​sneered: "Although I am not from the Tianmeng, as long as I kill you, I can get a Xuan-level qigong. How can I let go of such a good thing?"

Hearing this, Chen Fa understood immediately.

It seems that this Yan Ba ​​must have been bribed by people from the Tianmeng. He is a Xuan-level qigong. Indeed, few people can resist this temptation.

"Well, in that case, you can go die!"

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he punched out instantly.

Naturally, Chen Fan would not be merciful to those who wanted his own life.

Boom!

Chen Fan's punch roared wildly, the air was blown up, and the terrifying strong wind rushed directly towards him, making Yan Ba's eyes narrow.

"Still want to resist? In this case, don't think about dying happily, I will torture you!"

Yan Ba ​​sneered, his Qigong blossomed, and his five fingers moved like an eagle's claws, trying to crush the fist to pieces.

However, Chen Fan's current strength is completely different from before. His punch exploded with 90% of his strength. How could a person in the early stage of the eighth stage of Qigong be able to crush him!

Instantly, the fist force exploded, directly smashing Yan Ba's claws to pieces. A scream sounded, but it stopped immediately because the terrible fist force directly hit Yan Ba's body.

Boom!

With one blow, blood rained all over the sky and splashed everywhere.

After one punch, Chen Fan turned around and walked off the stage, very straightforward.

There was silence all around, and everyone stared at the stage with wide eyes.

At this moment, there was no trace of Yan Ba ​​on the stage, only a pile of minced meat.

One punch.

With just one punch, Yan Ba, who was at the eighth stage of Qigong, was directly blasted into slag.

"Hiss..."

After a while, a series of sounds of sucking cold air sounded.

Everyone looked at Chen Fan's back, their eyes full of fear.

In the first stage, Chen Fan blasted Sun Youwei with one punch. At that time, Sun Youwei's cultivation was only at the sixth stage of Qigong, and now, Yan Ba ​​is at the eighth stage of Qigong. The gap between the two is like the difference between heaven and earth.

"This..."

"One punch, just one punch, and Yan Ba, who was at the beginning of the eighth stage of Qigong, was blasted into pieces. It's too scary."

"It's only been a few days. He wasn't so scary three days ago!"

"What a pity. Yan Ba ​​sacrificed his life for a mysterious Qigong. Chen Fan is a killer. He will not be soft-hearted to his enemies."

"..."

Waves of whispering spread.

The people of Tianmeng looked very ugly.

They didn't expect Chen Fan's strength to become so powerful. He was advancing by leaps and bounds every day. Even the eighth stage of Qigong was blasted by one punch.

Also, although Yan Ba ​​was not a member of Tianmeng, he was bribed by Tianmeng after all. Now he was blasted by one punch, which was also a slap in their faces.

Chen Changfeng stared at Chen Fan's figure, a strange light flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said to himself: "It's getting more and more interesting, but the stronger the prey is, the more sense of accomplishment I will have. It's almost time, I'm about to meet it, Chen Fan, your nightmare is about to come.