Task?

Chu Fan shook his head in his heart, feeling indescribable.

The last time he came to this "Dream of Royal Power" he guessed that behind this "Dream of Royal Power" was afraid that someone would be manipulating it. Now he knew that it was not the only one who came to this "Dream of Royal Power".

With this task, his suspicion became deeper and deeper.

What exactly does the person behind it want to do?

But his doubts were destined to be unanswered, but the invisible light curtain in front of him changed again:

[Chu Fan (the dreamer is Chu Da)]

[Cultivation: The third level of external practice, martial arts: snake-shaped step, exhalation method, ancient school Xinyiquan]

【Dream: First year of the royal power】

【Main mission: One year of blood exchange】

The concise data panel makes Chu Fan feel more incongruent.

Could it be that the person behind this dream of royal power is also a great Xuanren?

"Blood exchange..."

After doubting, it was urgent. Chu Fan knew that the martial arts system in the dream of royal power was divided into three levels of muscles, bones, and skin outside, and three levels of internal organs, marrow and blood inside.

Blood exchange is the beginning of a complete transformation and a necessary condition for condensing the seeds of true qi. It can be said to be a level that follows the previous and next.

This step is the enemy of a hundred people.

If you want to achieve blood exchange within one year, you will obviously not be able to practice slowly.

"A Da?"

At this moment, a shout came.

Chu Fan came to his senses and saw a young man in a blue shirt walking into the yard slowly.

The young man's breath was peaceful, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were bright, his long beard under his jaw was neatly combed neatly, his bookish spirit was full of but he had a slight sense of unspeakable rebellion.

But Chu Fan knew that although this young man looked only thirty years old, he was already fifty years old, because this man was his master, Fan Zimin, who was called "flattery" by Jiang Shili.

"Master."

Chu Fan responded, left the house and saluted respectfully.

"You have made great progress over the past year, and it seems that the inner refining is not far away. If you can change your blood, you will be your disciple as your master."

Fan Zimin's eyes lit up slightly.

He picked up this disciple from the refugees. He made a quick progress at the beginning. He suddenly became aware of it more than a year ago and cultivated into the third level of external refinement in just one year. It can be regarded as the fastest progress among his nominal disciples.

"Thank you, Master."

Chu Fan hurriedly thanked.

He was still very grateful to this master, and the inheritance of his Qi and Meridians was also very valuable.

A master of Qi and meridians can break heavy armor by a snap of his fingers, and cross a big river by stepping. He is a master who can roam a state with a very high status.

I am afraid that I can catch my eyes on it is related to the boxing skills I have learned for several years.

"I've cleaned up a few times and went out to collect folklore with my teacher. I haven't published any good books in recent years. So a few clichés have never been spread."

Fan Zimin stroked his beard and shook his head gently.

Some people are fond of martial arts, some are lustful, some are rich, and some are delicious. He only loves fame. Whenever he hears his own writing and the summary of the deeds spread from others, he feels indescribable satisfaction.

This feeling of satisfaction even surpasses the condensed qi and meridians.

"......yes."

Chu Fan twitched his lips and nodded in agreement.

There was nothing to clean up in the things. In less than half an hour, Chu Fan had already followed Fan Zimin out.

"Master, where are we going this time?"

Seeing Fan Zimin pulling out two BMWs with two horses with shoulders of eight feet high and mane floating, Chu Fan knew that he was going to go far this time.

He has a deep understanding of the value of the dragon horse. The Fan family consumes more than ten dragon horses every day than dozens of servants, and Fan Zimin does not allow others to raise the dragon horses at all.

Those who serve these "Master Ma" are all nominal disciples like Chu Fan.

They eat eggs and forage, drink boiled spring water, and require disciples to use their internal energy to massage every day. Such treatment is naturally the "master".

When you go out for a while, Fan Zimin will not lead the horse at all.

"Zhongzhou."

Fan Zimin turned over and said softly: "I heard that the saint of the Six Prison Demon Sect has come down the mountain and will probably go to Zhongzhou."

"Zhongzhou."

Chu Fan's heart moved and he turned his back on his horse.

He has served this dragon horse for more than half a year, so of course there will be no incident of being dropped.

The city is prosperous and the outside is desolate.

This was Chu Fan's first time leaving the city in more than a year. It felt a different feeling of freshness. But not long after, looking at the dead body next to the road and unburied, the freshness was replaced by a heavy touch.

Whoosh ~

Fan Zimin bounced casually, and a wisp of energy swept over twenty meters, killing a wild dog in the grass on the spot.

Chu Fan looked carefully, and the dog was holding a human bone in his mouth.

"Let's go."

Fan Zimin's expression was calm and seemed to be commonplace. Chu Fan smiled bitterly in his heart, but he could only keep up.

Once I came out, I realized what Jingshan is. Riding a horse and riding a high-speed rail and taking a plane are different. With such a real perception, the distance is no longer a number.

Chu Fan has never experienced such a life as a horse and a sword, and he has traveled to the world. Here, there is no nine-to-five job, no pressure of mortgage and car loans, and a kind of freedom from the inside out makes him feel comfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Except for the thighs, I can't stand it.

Along the way, Fan Zimin began to truly teach Chu Fan's martial arts, especially a set of breathing techniques that practice on horseback. The more tiring and harder this set of "dynamic skills" is, the greater the progress.

Chu Fan was addicted to practicing martial arts, and could not even feel the hard work of sleeping in the mountains and driving.

On this day, the two of them came to Qingzhou and as soon as they entered the city, they heard a burst of noise.

"The devil is hateful. He actually killed Haoran's sword in broad daylight, Ke Mengfan, and Ke Daxia! It's simply angered by both humans and gods!"

"Poor Hero Ke's hero ended up like this, miserable, miserable, miserable!"

"The wind is blown away by the rain, it is sad, and it is a pity."

The entire Qingzhou Prefecture seems to be discussing the same thing, but for most of them, it is just a topic of discussion, and there are not many who really regret it.

"What? Ke Mengfan has been killed?"

Fan Zimin's expression changed slightly, and he had already jumped away from the horse: "Ada, look at the horse and find an inn to wait for me, and then come for my teacher."

“Master…”

Chu Fan was about to say something, but he disappeared from Fan Zimin. He could only lead two horses to find an inn and settle down for the time being.

After working hard all the way, Fan Zimin was quite generous. Of course, Chu Fan would not treat himself badly. He cooked three large buckets of hot water to wash away the hard work along the way, and ordered another table of good wine and food.

After drinking a glass of sake, Chu Fan breathed a long sigh as he felt the squirming of his internal organs and his new body.

"Good wine!"

"Young Master Chu's life is free and happy."

At this time, a chuckle came in from the outside.

"kindness?"

Chu Fan moved his wrist and grabbed the long sword beside him.

Huh ~

The energy broke through the window and flew in white. A beautiful girl was already sitting opposite Chu Fan.

"Jiang Shili?"

Looking at the girl in front of her who looks different, has different temperaments, but speaks very familiarly, Chu Fan couldn't help but blurt out.

"Have you recognized my sister?"

Jiang Shili covered her mouth and chuckled, her voice soft and graceful.

"How did you find me?"

Chu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still wary.

"With the Six Gates' intelligence system, isn't it easy to find someone?"

Jiang Shili flipped his wrist and a booklet had already fallen in front of Chu Fan: "You have followed Fan Zimin all the way, I think you haven't seen this before?"
To be continued...