The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

In the pool, Chen Fan felt that all the bones in his body were about to break. The weight of the waterfall was more than 3,000 kilograms, equivalent to the full force of a Qigong master of the third stage.

Fortunately, his body had become much stronger after the three days of training, otherwise the blow just now would have broken his spine.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Fan felt much better, so he struggled out of the pool.

He glanced at the waterfall that was flowing down like a silver water python, his eyes turned, and then he walked over again.

He saw that the vitality in his body kept surging out, forcibly resisting the impact of the water flow, and then he walked to the stone, sat down cross-legged, gritted his teeth, and gathered the surging vitality, allowing the waterfall water flow to directly impact his body.

Boom!

Chen Fan's body trembled, and his straight spine was bent down in an instant.

The water dragon that kept falling was like a big hand, pressing Chen Fan's back tightly, making him unable to stand up.

Severe pain continued to invade the brain. Chen Fan gritted his teeth, but still made a sound like a beast.

Time passed quickly.

Gradually, Chen Fan adapted to the impact of the water flow.

Although there was still a stinging feeling in his back, the pain seemed to have become numb. Chen Fan had adapted to it.

One day passed just like that.

In the early morning of the next day.

The vitality between heaven and earth suddenly fluctuated violently, shrinking violently like a tide, and the center of the contraction was Chen Fan under the waterfall. The vitality sank into Chen Fan's skin and was completely swallowed up.

Boom!

The next moment, Chen Fan's body trembled violently, and a bright luster bloomed on the surface of his skin. A heat flow suddenly grew in his body, and this heat flow instantly flowed throughout his body.

A powerful breath bloomed from Chen Fan's body, causing the falling waterfall to be blocked by a layer of invisible air and unable to fall on him.

Chen Fan raised an arc of excitement at the corner of his mouth.

After three days of self-torture, and another day of sitting under the waterfall to endure the impact of the water flow, he finally succeeded in practicing the first level of "Wanxiang Shen Gong", strength training.

Chen Fan slowly stood up. There was a strong force gathering in his body. At this time, the waterfall water flow hit him, but it couldn't shake his body at all.

Entering the first level of strength training, Chen Fan's "Wanxiang Shen Gong" was considered to be a door. Not only did his physical strength increase, but his defense was even more terrible, enough to withstand three full-strength attacks from a fourth-stage Qigong warrior.

He stood here, letting the waterfall continue to hit him, and his body did not move.

He was able to withstand the attacks of a third-stage Qigong master without being hurt. At this time, he might not be an opponent of a third-stage Qigong master in the late or peak stage, but a third-stage Qigong master could definitely not hurt him.

"The "Wanxiang Divine Art" is indeed extraordinary. I have just broken through to the first level of power training, and my defense has increased so much. If I practice to the level of tempering bones and strengthening the body, wouldn't it be possible to shake the mountains and be invulnerable to swords and spears?"

Chen Fan's eyes flickered, and then he took a step and jumped three meters away, and then stepped onto the shore, and slapped his palm directly towards a large bluestone.

Bang!

With one palm, the large bluestone weighing three thousand pounds was instantly shattered. Chen Fan looked at his palm and said to himself: "The first level of power training has increased my physical strength by three hundred pounds. Now, as long as I don't meet a martial artist with fourth-level Qigong, others can sweep me!"

A heroic spirit emerged in Chen Fan's chest, and he really wanted to find a person with third-level Qigong to fight and test whether it was as he guessed.

Afterwards, Chen Fan left here in a good mood.

"Chen Fan." Just as Chen Fan passed a square, a gentle voice came from behind him.

Chen Fan looked back and a smile appeared on his face.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He looked ordinary, but he had a unique temperament and was looking at him with a smile.

"Uncle Qin." Chen Fan walked up to the man and bowed respectfully.

The man's name was Qin Changkong. He was an elder of the outer sect. He and his father were brothers and had a good relationship.

After he reached the age of martial arts, his father sent him to the Spring and Autumn Sect and asked Qin Changkong to take care of him.

Qin Changkong was the elder in charge of the Resource Hall and was responsible for the monthly resource allocation of outer disciples.

In the past three years, Qin Changkong took good care of him. Every time he gave him some Yuanshi of better quality, and sometimes even gave him an extra Yuanshi, taking great care of him.

"Chen Fan, the outer sect competition will be held in three months. No matter what the final result is, don't be discouraged and don't give up practicing. These are some Yuanshi I saved. Take them. Take advantage of this time to practice well and strive to break through to the Qi Condensation Realm."

Qin Changkong took out a small cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Chen Fan, saying earnestly.

He knew Chen Fan's situation. He had been stuck at the peak of physical training for three years and could not break through to the first stage of Qigong. The outer sect competition would be held in three months. Given Chen Fan's situation, he would definitely be expelled from the Chunqiu Sect.

He was worried that Chen Fan would be depressed because of this, so he planned to go to Chen Fan's residence today to see Chen Fan and encourage him. He did not expect to meet him here.

However, looking at Chen Fan's condition, he did not seem to be depressed.

Chen Fan looked at the small cloth bag handed over by Qin Changkong, and his nose was slightly sour. Apart from his father, Qin Changkong was the best to him, and he did not disappoint his father's entrustment because he could not practice.

Although Qin Changkong is an outer sect elder, the cultivation resources he gets every month are actually very limited. When Qin Changkong reaches the Yuanfu realm, he needs a lot of cultivation resources to make a breakthrough, but Qin Changkong also gave him the Yuanshi he saved, which really touched him.

"Uncle Qin, your cultivation..."

"Take it."

Qin Changkong smiled casually, stuffed the small cloth bag into his arms, and said with a smile: "I have reached the Yuanfu realm, and a few Yuanshi are not very useful, but they are much more useful to you."

Chen Fan held the small cloth bag tightly, raised his head, and said with a firm look: "Uncle Qin, I will never let you down."

He secretly made up his mind to give Qin Changkong a surprise in the outer sect competition.

"Silly boy, Uncle Qin believes in you." Qin Changkong patted Chen Fan on the shoulder, gave him a few more instructions, and then left.

Chen Fan took the twelve Yuanshi given by Qin Changkong and returned to his residence. However, his house was in a mess, as if it had been robbed. Even the quilt was thrown on the ground, and the wardrobe was overturned on the ground, which was very messy.

Chen Fan's eyes turned cold. Obviously, someone broke into his residence while he was away.

"Damn it, it must be that bastard Liao Feng!" Chen Fan gritted his teeth.

After he was struck by lightning, he faintly heard Liao Feng say that he would go to his residence to search for the Yuanshi he had accumulated in the past three years. It must be Liao Feng who turned his room into this state in order to find the Yuanshi.

"Liao Feng, don't let me touch you, otherwise you will be in trouble!"

Chen Fan whispered, then walked out of the room, came to the corner of the courtyard wall, dug up the soil with his hands, and took out a wooden box buried underneath.

He did accumulate some Yuanshi in the past three years, but he did not put it in the room. Instead, he put it in a wooden box and buried it in this inconspicuous corner of the courtyard wall.

Otherwise, the Yuanshi he had worked so hard to save for the past three years would really be taken away by Liao Feng, and he would have no place to cry.

He opened the wooden box, which was full of Yuanshi, more than seventy pieces in total, and all his savings were here.

"I said I searched the room and couldn't find the Yuanshi. It turned out that you, a waste, hid it under the foot of the courtyard wall!"

At this moment, a teasing voice sounded from behind.