The System Takes Me to Practice

Overseas, Kunpeng Mountain.

A red and blue bird with the size of a slap suddenly opened its sharp eyes.

"Unexpectedly, someone found that place."

The little bird opened its huge beak and made a dim baby sound.

The next moment, it spread its wings, leaving a white line on the path it traveled, extending to the other side of the sea, at a speed exceeding at least a thousand times the speed of sound.

Water source country, temple.

The holy master Zhukun of the temple is meditating.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked at Yang Fan's position, as if his eyes could see through the world.

"There is a vision in the sky, is it possible that there will be a world of strange treasures? Or, is there a great opportunity to appear?"

The next moment, Zhu Kun got up and appeared in the main hall of the temple.

"The edict enters the hall."

"Yes!"

A golden armored guard took the order.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the hall was full of generals and civil servants.

"See the Lord!"

When Zhukun sat on the golden dragon chair, everyone shouted.

"I'm here today to tell you one thing."

Zhukun waved his arms and everyone was straightened.

"I'm going to Fire Country."

Silence, the scene is so quiet that you can even hear the needle drop.

"Holy Lord, don't do it, the Fire Country is Zao Wou-ki's lair, and there may be accidents there."

An old civil servant wanted to say that he couldn't beat Zao Wou-ki, but thought that he would belittle Zhukun and hurriedly changed his words.

"I have decided, and there has been a chance there. From today, I am not here, and the Holy Son will supervise the country, and everything will obey him. You must help me."

"Send to the Holy Lord!"

In the next second, Zhu Kun took a big foot forward, and then appeared thousands of miles away from the temple in the next moment, then flew up and quickly flew towards the headquarters of the Alchemist's Union of the Fire Country.

...

At this time, within the formation.

The vision of the stele disappeared, and a string of words appeared in the middle of the stele.

Age: zero hundred years.

Yang Fan: "..."

Is the stele broken?

Yang Fan had some doubts.

actually not.

Regarding the true age, Yang Fan is only less than 20 years old, and the lower limit of stone stele detection is a hundred years, that is, it cannot be detected if it is less than a hundred years.

Those who are less than a hundred years old, no, they were less than 20 years old at the beginning of the fit, presumably, the people who built this stele didn't expect it.

Yang Fan shrugged.

"Pass, please stand in the teleportation array."

The stele made a cold sound.

Following the prompts, Yang Fan stood in a circle.

The circle suddenly emitted a white light. The next moment, Yang Fan appeared in a white space. There were many bookshelves in the space, and each bookshelf contained a hundred books.

Before Yang Fan could do anything, this majestic voice came from above the white space.

"This is a leftover space. There are five million books here. One year here is just one hour outside. You need to read all the books here and remember them all. Time is a hundred years, and time is up After that, in ten years, all the contents of the books will be silently written, otherwise, die!"

As soon as the sound fell, a huge hourglass appeared, and the sand inside it was exactly a hundred years old.

Yang Fan was very curious and took out a book casually.

Ten minutes later, a book is finished.

It is actually the historical human geography of the world of cultivating immortals.

"After reading a book in ten minutes, you can read more than 5.2 million copies in a hundred years. Boring."

"Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!"

Huh huh! Nearly a thousand Yang Fan walked out of the smoke.

"let's start."

Yang Fan's body issued an order, and the avatar Yang Fan nodded.

There are 10,000 square meters of white space, and bookshelves alone account for more than half, so Yang Fan can only divide up 1,000 at most, otherwise the place is too crowded.

A thousand people watch it at the same time, and it only takes more than a month to finish it.

Seven days a month later.

Snapped!

The last book was closed, and dark circles appeared in Yang Fan's eyes.

Yang Fan yawned.

"I've only heard of people who have been in Internet cafes for more than a month, reading books like me for a month, are there any?"

"solution!"

With Yang Fan's seal, a thousand shadow clones disappeared at the same time.

A thousand times the exhaustion came out, Yang Fan almost passed out, but fortunately, it triggered the passive effect of Lingxi's Heart, resisting all the negative effects on the spirit and soul, and Yang Fan almost didn't hold on.

"I have already written it down."

Hum!

An illusory old man appeared, staring at Yang Fan with a slashed face.

"I am the guardian spirit of this level. A hundred years have passed so quickly?"

This illusory old man is the spirit of this space.

Yang Fan was stunned, and then he showed a heavy complexion.

"No, only over a month has passed."

"what?"

The old man thought Yang Fan was wrong.

"One month, eight and a half days."

The old man's face sank.

"Young man, this joke is not funny at all."

Yang Fan shrugged and pointed to the hourglass with only a little sand leaking aside.

The old man subconsciously looked at it, and suddenly he was dumbfounded.

"Good, good! I want to see if you are talking big. Young man, I remind you that if you don't pass, you will end up dead, do you understand?"

"Windy."

The old man was furious and desperately wanted to fight Yang Fan, but due to the trial rules, he had not failed and could not attack Yang Fan.

The old man Qi Ling waved his hand, and all the original bookshelves disappeared, and a wooden table appeared in the center. On the table were piles of paper, a piece of research, and a writing brush.

"Let's start, it will take ten years."

The old man Qi Ling said indifferently.

"and many more!"

"What's wrong? Afraid?"

"No! This is a waste of time."

Yang Fan took out a nourishing pill and swallowed it in one mouthful.

The old man Qi Ling didn't know the pill, on the contrary, he could see the effect of the pill at a glance, but Yang Fan's behavior made him a little puzzled.

Just when the old man Qi Ling was puzzled, a cloud of smoke filled it, and when it dispersed, he was shocked.

Countless Yang Fans almost filled the entire white space, some lying on the ground, some pressing paper against the wall, and some taking out the table to write.

The old man Qi Ling roughly counted, nearly three thousand.

Be good!

Whether it is so powerful, a few incarnations of ordinary people are very good, Yang Fan actually has as many as three thousand.

What is even more strange is that the pens held by all Yang Fan clones are not brushes, they are made of materials that have never been seen before, sky blue, only ten centimeters long and one centimeter thick.

What is that thing? Pen? Why can't I see the ink?

The old man Qi Ling asked three times in his heart.

after an hour.

"All right!"

Yang Fan yelled himself, got up and stretched.

"what?"

The old man Qi Ling was a little distracted just now and didn't hear clearly.

Then, several hundred sheets of paper with words were placed in front of the old man Qi Ling.

The old man picked up a piece of paper and frowned. It was not because Yang Fan made a mistake, but because Yang Fan's writing with a ballpoint pen was too small, and the biggest one was only the size of an ant.

After writing on a piece of paper, it is densely packed with tens of thousands of characters, and it will be forced out without intensive phobia.

"Young man, you are not in line with the rules."

"Oh? Why doesn't it comply with the rules? Is it forbidden for me to write with other pens? Isn't it allowed for me to write very small characters? Is it forbidden to write in a clone?"

"This..."

The old Qi Ling was speechless.