Chapter 291, Practicing the Nine-Turn Divine Soul Art
In the room, Qi Fan slowly opened his eyes, covered his head and sat up.
Immediately, my heart tightened and I fainted while practicing the exercises. Could it be that the inherited exercises were wrong?
He quickly looked inside the sea of consciousness and scanned Yuanying's body inch by inch, fearing that something would go wrong.
After a long while, Qi Fan's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he couldn't help but scan Nascent Soul again, this time more carefully!
But after checking the condition of Yuanying for the second time, the surprise in Qi Fan's eyes turned into excitement. Not only was Yuanying okay, but he was also a little stronger.
The ‘Nine Transformation Divine Soul Technique’ is not fake! It really has an effect on my sluggish Nascent Soul!
Although it only made Nascent Soul 'stronger' a little bit, even slightly, it was like a beacon in the dark night to Qi Fan, illuminating his way forward.
If I hadn't inspected it inch by inch, I really wouldn't have noticed it.
In addition to being excited, Qi Fan had a look of dumbfounding on his face.
Since there is no problem with the technique, the problem can only be with yourself...
Is my Nascent Soul really that weak? It can’t even persist in practicing the ‘Nine Transformations Divine Soul Technique’?
At the same time, Qi Fan was also thinking, if he could insist on practicing the "Nine Transformations of Soul Art" completely once, how far could his Nascent Soul be restored?
Without thinking, Qi Fan closed his eyes again and activated the 'Nine Transformations Soul Technique', and the storm in the sea of consciousness appeared again.
A few more breaths passed...Qi Fan fainted again...
Only this time, Qi Fan fainted with a smile.
Although it was still not able to run completely once, it lasted one-tenth of a breath longer than the first time! This was enough for Qi Fan to be happy!
And time passed quietly by Qi Fan in this endless cycle of coma, awakening, coma, and awakening again.
This painful and happy time lasted for a whole day and night before it ended.
Now Qi Fan has been able to persist in ten breaths of kung fu! The Nascent Soul in the Consciousness Sea is also 'growing vigorously', although it is a bit... unable to speak...
But this is huge progress!
He wanted to test how far his current spiritual consciousness could extend, but looking at the miserable 'little Qi Fan' in the sea of consciousness, Qi Fan still resisted the urge.
Practicing day and night puts no burden on the body, but it is indescribable on the mental and psychological oppression.
Otherwise, how could Qi Fan stop?
Slowly walking out of the hall, Qi Fan sat casually on a stone and let the south wind hit him, causing the hair behind him to dance gracefully.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep, looking comfortable.
It's just that I'm thinking, or doubting, in my heart.
The ‘Nine Transformations of the Divine Soul Technique’ passed down this time seems to be different from the techniques passed down before.
The skills I acquired before were like instincts and did not need to be operated by myself at all.
Just like the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique that I inherited before, even if I don't actively practice it, it is still running all the time, strengthening my body and absorbing spiritual energy.
But this 'Nine Transformations Soul Art' is not like this and can only be practiced by oneself.
Although I don’t need to understand it anymore because of my inheritance, there is always a feeling that is both strange and familiar.
Feeling the silence around him, Qi Fan suddenly came up with an idea. Could it be that the 'Nine Transformations of Soul Technique' and the technique he had acquired before were not inherited from the same lineage?
After just a moment's thought, Qi Fan began to wonder, 'Am I being spotted by a big shot?'
'Or is it simply the reincarnation of a big shot?'
'Yuan Peng has a great possibility, why can't he?'
'Am I still worse than a fat man?'
'Will I become an unattainable person in the future, like the powerful combination that True Lord Xinghuo mentioned in his memory, or even the ancestor who can overcome the tribulation?'
Otherwise it would be difficult to explain...
As if seeing his majestic appearance, Qi Fan couldn't help but laugh.
Suddenly, a shout came from a distance and called Qi Fan out of his fantasy, "Brother Fan, Brother Fan."
Qi Fan raised his head, looked at the fat man flying in the distance with slight dissatisfaction, frowned and said, "What are you doing? What's the decency of yelling?"
"You are no longer a disciple."
Yuan Peng smiled awkwardly, sat down next to Qi Fan and said, "I know, aren't you the only one here?"
"No one else can see me. I still maintain the dignity of an elder in front of those disciples."
Qi Fan glanced at him sideways and said, "What? Is there nothing to do at the outer door?"
"It's okay today. Isn't it that the sect is on the right track? I have recruited a few inner disciples to help me. Why don't you come with me when you have some free time?"
"Huh? Really? That's just right. I also have something to ask you."
Yuan Peng noticed the unkindness in Qi Fan's tone, and quickly stood up and said with a straight face: "I suddenly remembered that there was something else at the outer door, so I went to work first."
"Sect Master, goodbye." He said and left Yukong.
Qi Fan looked at the huge figure and slowly stretched out his hand, while saying: "Don't worry, if you have anything to do, we can deal with it later."
"Speaking of which, we brothers haven't had a 'good chat' in some time!"
The next moment, the fat man who had already risen into the air trembled slightly and quickly flew forward.
But no matter how hard he tried... he still stayed in the same place, not making any progress.
Looking at the circle of spiritual power around his waist, Yuan Peng turned around and showed a smile that was more beautiful than crying, "Brother Fan, if you... have something to say, please say it, don't... don't do anything."
Qi Fan squinted and nodded with a smile: "Well, if you don't do anything, come down."
Yuan Peng smiled forcefully, but his feet did not move at all.
Seeing his appearance, Qi Fan snorted softly, "Huh? Do you still want me to invite you?"
"No, no need, I can do it myself." Yuan Peng fell from the sky in a sullen tone.
Then he smiled at Qi Fan and said, "Fan, brother Fan."
Qi Fan pinched Yuan Peng's arm and praised: "You are in good health. It seems that you haven't fallen behind in your recent practice."
Then, without waiting for Yuan Peng to reply, he picked it up and headed towards a deserted valley.
The two hundred kilogram Yuan Peng was like nothing in Qi Fan's hands...
Not long after...the entire Xuanyuan Sect heard Yuan Peng's howl of ghosts and wolves.
This caused countless disciples to look in the direction of the valley with surprised expressions.
Lu Chen hurriedly flew towards the valley, thinking that a thief was coming and something had happened to Yuan Peng.
When he saw the scene in the valley... his expression became strange.
I saw Yuan Peng being punched in the abdomen by Qi Fan, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of bitter water.
Before he could react, he punched him in the face again, causing his whole face to become crooked.
Then he punched his eye, causing it to swell immediately.
Seeing this scene, Lu Chen left without saying a word, completely ignoring Yuan Peng's look for help.
At the same time, he also stopped the new elders such as Nie Xing and Zhang Qing who were approaching, "The sect master is having a friendly discussion with the outer sect elder Yuan Peng."