After learning the name of Senior Brother Mosaic, the face of the person in front of him seemed to be opened up with layers of fog, and finally appeared in Pei Fan's eyes.

It was an extremely ordinary face with a national character. It was placed on the streets of modern society and would be flooded in a second when you walked into the crowd.

Even a person with such a strong memory feels blind after seeing it.

Pei Fan quickly glanced at him a few more times and barely remembered his appearance.

Although Zhang San was hit by a pit stone, he did not feel angry at all, but was a little surprised because of it.

Because Pei Fan actually felt his existence.

On weekdays, because he has no sense of existence, people in the sect don’t know his existence.

His bed is always in the most remote corner, and the disciples' uniforms on him will never be able to touch his head: "Hey? Didn't we order 30 sets of disciples' uniforms on our list? Why is there one set left?"

Another disciple said, "I just counted it, everyone has taken it."

"It's so strange, why are there one set left? Could it be that there are too many?"

"How is that possible! The senior brother who is in charge of common affairs is usually the most ruthless. He just won't send you less, so how could he send us more?"

After others left, Zhang San, who had been sitting next to the chair, put down his feet and walked straight over to receive his disciple's uniform.

He has been forgotten for so many years, and he has long been used to it.

Therefore, when he was hit by a pit stone, he was sure that no one would hear it. Only then did he dare to complain unscrupulously.

Unexpectedly, someone finally noticed his existence and was still a stranger.

Zhang San felt a little happy, and at the same time, because he accepted the kindness of others, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Your move was wrong just now." Zhang San obtained a top-grade spirit stone for no reason. He enthusiastically guided him: "The teacher said that he should use the natural divine power obtained from breathing to split the stone, rather than just using the mantra

Try to smash it open."

Physical cultivation does not rely solely on brute force to win. Sword cultivation uses sword energy to kill people fiercely, while physical cultivation uses the cultivation of natural divine power to resist attacks, and uses power to transform to attack.

Senior Brother Mosaic received Pei Fan's spirit stone and honestly taught her basic skills for three hours.

Zhang Suqing is extremely talented and Pei Fanrong is well-rounded. Combining the two, it took only two hours to reach the ninth level of induced qi into the body, which is only one step away from the Qi training period.

"You are so awesome." Zhang San sighed from the bottom of his heart, "It took me an hour to lure the light into my body."

"How long does it take for other physical practice to draw qi into the body?" Pei Fan asked back.

Zhang San thought about it and said a specific number: "From a day, from a day to a month to a year."

Finally, he added: "It's not as good as you."

Pei Fan was drinking soda, and when he took it, he threw the bottle to Zhang San. Listening to his serious tone, she almost sprayed out a sip of salt soda.

...

The heroine has a high talent, which she can understand. But Zhang San's cultivation speed is not low, which shows that his talent is not bad.

But why, everyone still doesn't know him?

Pei Fan was shocked. She thought that even if she was not outstanding, she could make a comeback by relying on her strength.

Just like those cool male protagonists who make a comeback, there are always many famous scenes of slapping faces when they are inconspicuous.

Zhang San seemed to understand Pei Fan's desire to speak but stop. He held his face and sighed a little: "What's the use of a person who cannot attract others' attention, no matter how talented he is?"

"Zhang San, how old are you this year?" Pei Fan was curious.

"Twenty-one." Zhang San replied honestly, "I know you, Zhang Suqing, a famous genius girl with a prominent reputation in the sect."

"You are seventeen years old, I am twenty-one, and I am four years older than you." Zhang San gestured a number and asked, "How much did you have before you were abolished?"

"The peak of the golden elixir has reached the realm of the Nascent Soul."

"I am already a Nascent Soul." Zhang San was full of confidence, "If you were the same age as me, you probably should be in the late stage of Nascent Soul, or even transform into a god."

"I'm just the second level now, and I'm far from you."

Pei Fan shook his head, "I can no longer take up the sword, let alone, I am a sword cultivator, you are a physical cultivator."

"Relatively speaking, sword cultivation is easier than physical cultivation, and it is more powerful."

"As far as I know, the Huashan Shengxu Pavilion, which is the chief disciple of the younger generation, Wen Renxu, is twenty-four years old this year, and the third level of the Nascent Soul."

"Your talent is stronger than him. He is twenty-one years old but he is only the peak of the golden elixir. He has not even reached the realm, and you are already the Nascent Soul."

"I'm really that powerful?" Zhang San felt embarrassed by Pei Fan's praise. "Actually, I think I'm very powerful, but you said something wrong."

Pei Fan was slightly stunned: "What?"

Zhang San said to her seriously: "I am not a physical practice, I am a music practice."

Donghua Foming Temple, which specializes in music, is 20 years old this year and has just broken the Nascent Soul.

Compared with the top disciples of various sects, Zhang San's talent is not too much.

Others have been taught carefully by elders to a greater or lesser extent, or accumulated by elixirs and treasures.

But Zhang San is not.

He has no sense of existence. Every time he signs up for the tutorial, the person in charge always wipes his name away carelessly: "When did our sect have a junior brother named Zhang San, and have you never seen him?"

Others laughed: "Maybe it was a prank made by some naughty junior brother. Everyone is a teenager. It's a time of playfulness. Brother, don't bother with them."

"Well... I'm right."

There was no seat in the church, nor did he teach and guide him by his master. He could only squat around the corners of each classroom every day, and secretly study hard with the light of his classmates.

Such learning efficiency is very low. If you listen to each other and talk to each other, you can't piece together a complete secret teaching.

Zhang San did not feel unwilling or grievance. On the contrary, he listened with relish.

Because he was not valued by others and had a low sense of existence, he often slipped into the inner door and attended classes with his personal disciples.

Anyway, no one else can find him, so he has taken a lot of powerful courses for nothing.

He studied intermittently. In the ninth year of Zhang San's entry into the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, he broke through and officially reached the Nascent Soul Realm.
Chapter completed!