Chapter 1137: The Problem of the Crowd
However, for Chen Fan and the people of the Miaoyan Sect, they naturally would not know that an uninvited guest would arrive.
As usual, Chen Fan walked out of the bluestone hall early in the morning and came to a wide peak in the back mountain.
It was the place where a group of outstanding disciples who had been screened out cultivated.
However, the people who have gathered here for more than ten days are far more than hundreds of outstanding disciples, even Qin Jian, Gu Jueshou, Mixed Yuanzi and other god-transforming powers, as well as more than a dozen Miao Yan Sect elders and Mu Zheng and others.
Bang.
As soon as they saw Chen Fan arrive, before Meng He and the others could speak, Qin Jian and the others rushed over and spoke one after another.
"Sect Master, yesterday you said that when the God Transformation Realm comprehends the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, it can be ...... through divine sense" Qin Jian stood at the front and asked with excitement on his face.
"Sect Master, I still have some doubts about the sixth type of thunder dragon lock in the misty smoke nine styles...... Qi Mang also asked respectfully.
Mu Qing squeezed over from the group of elders and waved at Chen Fan: "Sect Master, in the earth spirit chapter you taught, it says: If the dragon is trapped in the ground and the rouge is imprisoned in the mountain, there may be a spiritual ore underground......
The voice of the Tao rang out.
Many elders with extraordinary status in the Miaoyan Sect, like students, surrounded Chen Fan, asking questions one after another, making Meng He and the others dumbfounded, even Lin Xuechan was also strange-looking.
After a long time, Chen Fan finished answering the questions of many elders and waved everyone back.
Bang la blah.
As soon as Qin Jian and the others retreated to the side, Meng He and the others suddenly rushed over and asked questions one by one again.
The news that Chen Fan was about to go to the Southern Wilderness Continent had already been known to everyone, so they naturally competed for many seconds to take advantage of the time before that.
And when he finished pointing out the questions of Meng He and others, two hours had passed.
"Let's get started. β
Looking at everyone's excited faces, Chen Fan waved his hand.
"Good. β
Among the hundreds of disciples, Meng He nodded and took the lead in rising to the sky.
"Ninth Style, Burning Mountain Chain!"
The next moment, he screamed, and several marks swept out of his hand, condensing into a flame rune in the air, which immediately shook the void slightly, and a fiery aura spread, turning into red flames.
"Zheng!"
Meng He's face turned a little red, but he gritted his teeth, and several runes burst out from his hands, causing the flames to condense into a red chain of fire.
Bang.
The chain of fire swept through the sky and swept towards the mountain peaks in the distance, accompanied by a deafening loud sound that shook the mountain peaks fiercely, but was finally enveloped by a flash of ice-blue rune light, and calmed back.
"Eighth Form, Xuan Ice Blade!"
"The Seventh Formula......
"First Form, Thousand Lotus Sword!"
Meng He didn't stop, and successively performed the Miaoyan Nine Styles, although the more difficult it was to the back, but there was still a little bit of the appearance of the Miaoyan Nine Styles.
"Good!"
"Senior Brother Meng is amazing!"
Among the disciples, there was a shout of applause, and Qin Jian and the others also kept nodding. In the past ten days, although Chen Fan was not limited to the Nine Forms of Miao Yan when he instructed everyone to cultivate, this was the absolute focus, because this was the basic spell he had specially created for the Miao Yan Sect, which laid the foundation for the future cultivation path of the disciples of the Miao Yan Sect
γ Therefore, almost every day, Chen Fan would let everyone cast the Nine Styles of Miaoyan, and everyone's understanding of this set of spells was also slowly deepened with the passage of time, although it was still quite naΓ―ve in his opinion, but compared to the beginning, it had improved
Many.
"Next. β
Watching Meng He finish casting the Nine Spells, he shouted calmly.
"Hmmm. β
Another disciple swept into the sky, and it was Chen Fan's Yiyi who had some impressions.
Compared to Meng He, she is inferior, and when she casts the first form, she can almost only condense the appearance, and there is not much power, but she also won a round of applause.
With the cultivation of the Nine Styles of Miaoyan, everyone felt more and more that the mysteries of these nine moves, although they seemed simple, they contained infinite offensive meanings, which was shocking.
"Whoosh. β
Chen Fan ignored it, and let the disciples perform one after another, and even Qin Jian and the others did not escape in the end.
In the process, he also gained a new understanding of the situation of the people.
Qin Jian and the others are strong and have been cultivating for hundreds of years, so their understanding of these nine moves is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary disciples, and among the disciples, there are three people who have caught his attention: Lin Xuechan, Meng He, and Tang Yan.
Among them, Lin Xuechan was originally the chief disciple of the Xuanyun Sect, and she followed him, and her understanding of these nine styles was not even inferior to that of Qin Jian and others Meng He, who was the best among the disciples, and she also performed extraordinarily.
What really surprised him was Tang Wei.
It's not that Tang Wei's mastery of these nine moves far exceeds that of others, but that he found that Tang Wei's progress is the most obvious.
Originally, she was only the best among the outer disciples, and her performance at the beginning of the misty smoke nine styles was terrible, but now she can perform the nine moves, which is not much worse than the inner disciples.
Thinking of this, he looked at him twice, and made up his mind.
But at this moment, everyone looked at him in unison, waiting for comments, and he didn't say much, just slowly walked among the crowd, frowned, and said: "Compared with more than ten days ago, your understanding of these nine moves has improved significantly, but the old problem still exists, when casting spells, you are too rigid, and the battle situation in the battle is ever-changing, you must use every move flexibly, otherwise it will be."
Before he could exert his power, he had already died in Huangquan. β
This is not a problem that Chen Fan only noticed today, but the situation that everyone has shown since a few days ago, including Qin Jian and the others, cannot handle it well.
"The sect master is angry, we must study hard," Seeing this, everyone's faces darkened, Meng He hurriedly said, and then there was a touch of helplessness on his face: "It's just that the Miaoyan Nine Styles are too mysterious, and we haven't seen the sect master perform it in battle, so we ......"
He didn't say anything more about this, but the meaning was clear.
Everyone also nodded secretly.
The Nine Styles of Miao Yan are too mysterious, they may not even be able to use them, let alone use them flexibly, the most important thing is that they have never seen Chen Fan use these nine moves in battle, and they are somewhat at a loss about this problem.
"I see. β
Chen Fan nodded.
He did not accuse everyone, but asked this question, and he was able to understand the difficulties of everyone.
After all, although the Miaoyan Nine Styles were created by him casually, to everyone, they were also extremely mysterious, and he was busy cultivating the Daluo Dharma Body these days, so he didn't pay too much attention to this issue.
"Elder Qin, ...... you come out?"
Thinking of this, he looked at Qin Jian Dao.
"Huh?" Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then understood, and suddenly walked out with a twitch on his old face.
Rumble.
But as soon as he took a few steps, his pupils shrank suddenly, not only him, but everyone on the mountain peak, even Chen Fan, all looked into the distance.
At this time, the dark clouds in the distant sky were rolling, and a blood-colored aura rose to the sky, making a violent coercion instantly envelop the entire Jiuming Mountain Range.
At the same time, a cold voice sounded slowly. "Chen Liuyun, get out. β