You Can't Imagine The Speed Of My Cultivation

Outside the Qingluan Temple.

Feng Xuan and the others were still standing quietly on Qingshi Square.

Only Feng Hua was still climbing up the Taixu Ladder.

As Feng Hua kept approaching the Qingluan Temple, the power of the avenue on the Taixu Ladder became more terrifying, and Feng Hua's actions seemed to be greatly affected.

but……

As a first-class genius of the ancient Qingluan clan, Feng Hua is not an ordinary person.

Although the speed of action on the avenue ladder was greatly affected, it was best to withstand the pressure and pass through the avenue ladder, and appeared at the gate of Qingluan Temple.

After passing the avenue ladder.

Feng Hua didn't enter the Qingluan Temple immediately, but took out a recovery pill and swallowed it, and began to meditate at the gate of the Qingluan Temple.

after all.

Just now when he climbed the Dao Ladder, in order to fight against the terrifying Dao Shenwei, at least 70% of the Magic power in his body was consumed.

He decided to recover some strength first, and then enter Qingluan Temple to find out.

However……

Just as Fenghua was recovering from meditation, the Qingluan Temple in front of her trembled suddenly, and there was a loud noise that shook the sky.

The next moment...

The avenue ladder collapsed suddenly.

Feng Hua, who was at the top of the road ladder, had lost her support before she could react at this moment, and fell from the sky.

Feng Hua's complexion changed drastically.

This ancestral land of the ancient Qingluan tribe has the avenue Restrictions left by the ancient Power of the ancient Qingluan tribe, which greatly weakened their strength.

Even a cultivator in the holy realm can't fly at all.

If this fell directly, even with his powerful physical body in the holy realm, I'm afraid it might not be exhausted.

Feng Hua dared not have the slightest hesitation.

He hurriedly activated the Magic power in his body with all his strength, and condensed a blue armor around his body, covering his entire body.

at the same time.

He quickly pinched the Dao seal formula with both hands, and in the void under his feet, three layers of blue light curtains gathered in succession to slow down the speed of his body's descent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The appearance of the three-layer cyan light curtain caused Feng Hua's figure to pause slightly in the void three times, but it still couldn't stop Feng Hua's figure from falling downwards.

After a while.

Feng Hua's body directly slammed onto Qingshi Square, causing the entire Qingshi Square to tremble.

but……

The material of Qingshi Square is obviously very special, even after being subjected to such a terrifying impact, it has not been damaged in the slightest.

On the other hand, Feng Hua's complexion was pale, the blue armor all over her body was broken, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

"Damn it, why did this grand ladder suddenly collapse, it must be the fault of that kid!"

Feng Hua's complexion was so ugly that she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

It took him a lot of effort to get through the Dao Ladder, but before he could enter the Qingluan Temple, the Dao Ladder collapsed inexplicably.

The Grand Dao Ladder collapsed too suddenly, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and his strength was extremely strong.

otherwise……

He was probably about to become the first cultivator in the world who fell to his death from the void.

rumbling...

The avenue ladder collapsed, and the Qingluan Temple suspended in the void made loud rumbling noises again.

Immediately afterwards.

The Qingluan Temple began to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into a blue palace the size of a palm, slowly falling down from the void.

And just when the cyan palace was about to land on Qingshi Square, a Sword Ray shot out from the cyan palace, turning into a Daoist figure, holding the cyan palace firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Jiang Fan, it really is a ghost, do you know that I was almost killed by you!"

Feng Hua looked at Jiang Fan who was directly holding the Qingluan Temple in his palm, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water.

Jiang Fan curled his lips and said, "What are you calling, isn't this alive and well?"

Jiang Fan has always been very aware of Feng Hua's situation.

This guy has been secretly encouraging Feng Xuan to make things difficult for him. He didn't inform Fenghua Avenue that the ladder collapsed and let him enter Qingluan Temple, just to give this guy some flair.

"Brother Jiang Fan, you...you control the Qingluan Temple?"

Feng Xuan looked at the palm-sized Qingluan Temple in Jiang Fan's hands, and it took him a while to recover from the shock.

As a disciple of the Qingluan Clan in ancient times, Fengxuan still had a certain understanding of this Qingluan Temple.

Even in ancient times, most of the disciples of the ancient Qingluan tribe could only obtain inheritance in the Qingluan Temple, and there were only a handful of people who really controlled the Qingluan Temple.

And Jiang Fan took control of the Qingluan Temple within a quarter of an hour after entering the Qingluan Temple, which is unbelievable.

"This Qingluan Temple is indeed under my control."

Jiang Fan nodded and said: "But don't worry, I'm not interested in the inheritance of your ancient Qingluan clan. After a while, I will go to the central star field and return the Qingluan Temple to your ancient Qingluan clan."

"Hmph, that sounds nice."

Feng Hua smiled coldly, then looked directly at Feng Xuan and said, "Brother Feng Xuan, you must not trust him, the Qingluan Temple is the core heritage of our ancient Qingluan clan, how can he take it away easily?"

"This Qingluan Temple was opened by me, and now it is under my control. It is only natural for me to take it away."

Jiang Fan glanced at Feng Hua, and said calmly: "This Qingluan Temple is in my hands, if you don't accept it, you can take it from me if you have the ability!"

Feng Hua's eyes were gloomy.

Although he wanted the Qingluan Temple in Jiang Fan's hands very much in his heart, he didn't dare to do it at all.

after all.

Jiang Fan is a little Daoist who has mastered the laws of swordsmanship. Not long ago, Jiang Fan nailed him with a sword, but I can vividly remember it.

"Brother Jiang Fan is a rare Taoist monarch in the world, and he must be the existence of Nine Cauldrons. In this case, Fengxuan is in the ancient Qingluan clan, waiting for your presence."

Feng Xuan smiled slightly and chose to trust Jiang Fan.

certainly.

He has no choice but to choose to believe in Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan's strength is too strong, even if he joins hands with Feng Hua and others to besiege Jiang Fan, he probably won't have any chance of winning.

Now that Jiang Fan has controlled the Qingluan Temple, if he really wants to take the Qingluan Temple as his own, there is nothing they can do.

That being the case, you might as well take a gamble.

Bet that Jiang Fan is really not interested in the inheritance of the ancient Qingluan clan, and will return the Qingluan Temple to the ancient Qingluan clan.

If Jiang Fan really doesn't want to pay back, this matter can only be left to the ancient Qingluan clan to decide, and it is definitely not something that disciples of the ancient Qingluan clan can solve.

"Don't worry, within a year or so at most, I will return the Qingluan Temple to the ancient Qingluan clan."

After Jiang Fan finished speaking, he turned around and left with big strides.