The System Takes Me to Practice

Just when Lei Zi thought that Yang Fan could not urge the statue, the statue suddenly trembled violently. Lei Zi thought that an earthquake had occurred and the entire space was under his control, but he did not notice the abnormalities in other places.

Hum!

In the next second, a golden phantom quickly appeared from the statue, and its speed was skyrocketing.

The golden phantom reached thirty feet as soon as it appeared.

However, after only three breaths, the golden phantom had reached fifty feet.

The black-clothed monk's pupils tightened, and he was shocked. In just a few minutes, the phantom inspired by Yang Fan's talent was already level with him. He knew that he was defeated, even if the phantom that Yang Fan inspired had stopped soaring now.

The realm of the black-clothed monk is the fourth floor of the Heavenly Wonderland, and Yang Fan is the fifth floor of the Fairyland.

When the time comes to ten interest time, the golden invisible height has exploded to 300 meters, and the upward trend has not declined.

On the ground, Lei Zi opened his mouth wide, because he was shocked that the phantom inspired by Yang Fan's talent was about to reach the upper limit that the talent statue could test.

You know, the upper limit of the test is the height of his master's talent, which means that once it reaches, Yang Fan's talent is even more enchanting than his master.

"Master, can it be said that you have fallen for hundreds of thousands of years and finally waited for a suitable descendant?"

Although Leizi was only a phantom at this time, there were crystal tears flowing from the corners of his eyes at this time.

Just when Leizi fell into the fantasy, the golden phantom had reached three hundred feet. That is the height of nine hundred meters.

"Ok?"

Yang Fan frowned, he felt a barrier preventing him from continuing to sense. Yang Fan subconsciously thought that this was just a small test in the test, so he simply released all his souls and slammed into the barrier.

however......

Click!

The sound of a hard object breaking apart was very obvious in this calm space.

The black monk and Lei Zi looked in the direction of the statue, and they saw a crack on the statue's cheek.

"this is!!!"

Lei Zi was extremely shocked.

The statue used to test the talent is very hard. This is the master of this immortal mound when he was hunted and killed by the three of the Tiangongyuan and hid in the ancient battlefield. It was built with his life's hard work, even if he suffered from the big Luo Jinxian strong blew up. It is impossible to blow up the statue.

"I really didn't expect that the statue built before the master fell was damaged. Master, did you feel this?"

Lei Zi finally couldn't sit still, his body was swaying, which was an expression of extreme excitement.

Click! Click! Click!

Before the two of them were shocked, the statue came again, with more and more cracks on it, but Leizi didn't stop it. He hoped that Yang Fan's talent would be able to break through the statue. In this case...

boom!

When Yang Fan broke through that barrier with his spirit, the statue broke and exploded into dozens of pieces of different sizes.

At the moment the statue exploded, Yang Fan's spirit was also forced to withdraw, and he withdrew from the state of detecting talent.

"Congratulations, for winning the first stage."

Lei Zi looked at Yang Fan as if he was looking at some treasure, and he did not leave for a moment.

The black-clothed monk's face was not very good-looking, he never thought that his talent was so different from Yang Fan, which made him feel jealous.

"The second level, look at your cultivation talent."

Lei Zi waved his hand, and several exercises appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them.

"These three exercises are not difficult to practice. I want you to fully master them within an hour."

"Remember, there are only three stages in this level. The first one to win twice will enter the final level, and the other person...die."

Lei Zi's tone revealed killing intent, he was not just talking.

Yang Fan remained unmoved. In fact, many of the fallen powerhouses would choose to do this when selecting inheritors, because they didn't want to pass it on.

Lei Zi gave Yang Fan and the black-clothed monk the same exercises, two auxiliary exercises, one attacking exercises, just a glance at Yang Fan knew that these three exercises were not simple, and the level reached at least the middle level.

The Holy Step of Mingxin

"Fenfeng Fist"

"The Immortal Change"

The two randomly chose a place, and then arranged a real thing around them so as not to be disturbed.

Yang Fan picked up the first skill-based step technique. This technique is similar to Xian Wuzong's "Fen Tian Xian Bu", but "Ming Xin Sheng Bu" is even more powerful. How could the exercises used by an immortal king be compared to the exercises used by the outer disciples of Xianwu Zong.

Yang Fan quickly finished reading "Sacred Step of Mingxin", then closed the exercises, but opened the system interface in his mind, and the exercises appeared in the column of personal attributes, but he is still in the stage of not learning.

"System, how many insight points does it take to improve "Sacred Step of the Heart" to Consummation?"

"Ten million."

Yang Fan gave up immediately and chose to be promoted to proficient directly.

"Ding, it consumes 3 million sentiment points, "Sacred Step of Mingxin" has been cultivated to the level of proficiency."

It takes 10 million comprehension points for this intermediate level of cultivation technique to reach Consummation. Although Yang Fan has 20 million comprehension points, he really can’t stand the flowers. The comprehension points can only be obtained by killing the monks. Only a few million.

Soon, Yang Fan finished reading the remaining two exercises and spent six million perceptual points to reach the level of proficiency.

Five minutes later, Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes, there was information about the three exercises in his mind constantly, and Yang Fan got up after removing the formation.

"Ok?"

Lei Zi was immediately unhappy.

"What are you doing? You are not allowed to interfere with your opponents while learning the exercises."

"I have learned."

The old man wanted to say something, but Yang Fan held back the rest of the words.

"what did you say?"

Lei Zi couldn't believe it, the black monk opened his eyes.

"I have learned these three exercises, is there any problem?"

"Humph!"

Leizi was a little angry, said.

"Boy. I admit that your talent is very good, but even how powerful it is, it is impossible to learn it in such a short period of time. Not to mention you, even the master, there is no such a..."

Before Lei Zi finished speaking the last word, he saw Yang Fan turned into a black-clothed monk, regardless of his aura or appearance, even if it was Xian Yuanli, he was exactly the same as the black-clothed monk.

However, this is not over yet.

I saw Yang Fan, who had become a black-clothed monk, stepped on weird steps. With every step he took, his whole person appeared ten meters away out of thin air. At the same time, Yang Fan squeezed the method and blasted out his fists. The two flames blew out with a gust of wind. The wind and the fire were glued together, causing the power to explode at least three times.

"This is "Fenfeng Fist" and "Sacred Step of Mingxin"!"

Lei Zi couldn't help taking a breath.