"Tomorrow, I will pass on the "Vatican Decision" to my second son, Shen Yichen. The moment Fan Cangsheng said these three words lightly, the true qi around him also swam silently.

Fan Cangsheng looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and before his voice fell, he felt a terrifying aura behind him, and the true qi around his body was solidified together, gradually turning into a black colloid, becoming viscous and heavy.

Fan Cangsheng snorted coldly, and the hand in his sleeve robe was clenched, and the viscous black true qi was shaken away.

Fan Cangsheng turned around, and with a pair of deep dark golden eyes, he looked directly at the eighteen black-robed old men who were sitting cross-legged.

The black-robed old man's tone became more and more cold: "Fan Cangsheng, "Fan Duel" is the treasure of the Sanskrit Academy passed down from generation to generation, and it would rather be passed on to a Fan Zixuan who killed his fellow disciples, and it is impossible to pass it on to the evil seed born to a mortal woman!"

Fan Cangsheng's dark golden eyes became even deeper, and he looked straight at the black-robed old man and said, "Fanyong woman, do you mean Shen Xiaoqian?"

The black-robed old man's bone-like hands clasped together, and he sneered, "Who is not her?"

"Fan Cangsheng, you married that woman, and the elders endured it; you gave birth to an impure bloodline evil seed with that woman, and the elders endured it; you brought that evil seed into my Brahma Academy to cultivate, and the elders also endured it. ”

"Now, you actually want to hand over the dignified "Vatican Decision" to that wild boy who came from nowhere!? How dare you violate the rules of the Vatican Academy!?"

The old man's hoarse and cold voice echoed terribly in the inner hall, and the rows of candle flames in the inner hall were frightened by this sound and swayed wildly, as if they were about to be extinguished.

Fan Cangsheng was not afraid of the terrifying momentum of the eighteen black-robed elders, but walked straight towards the eighteen elders: "Shen Yichen is extremely talented, he is obviously a generation of Chu Jiao, but he is said to be a wild boy by you?"

"In the past hundred years, the Fanyuan has been able to open eight tricks before the age of ten, and only my second son, Shen Yichen, is alone!"

Fan Cangsheng was a little excited at this time, his dark golden pupils were bloodshot, the green tendons on his neck were moving, and Fan Cangsheng's loud and resolute voice echoed in the inner hall, lingering for a long time:

"With the order of the 998th generation master of the Fanyuan, I will grant the treasure of the Zhenyuan of our Academy, the "Fandu", to my second son, Shen Yichen!"

Eighteen black-robed old men heard this, their skinny bodies against the black robes, and they all slowly stood up, and the eighteen black-robes all opened violently, and the black wind frantically agitated the black robes, and the black robes swayed rapidly with the black wind.

Fan Cangsheng faced the eighteen terrifying momentum coercion, closed his dark golden pupils, his lips moved slightly, and he whispered two words:

"The sword comes. ”

In the next moment, the door behind the eighteen black-robed old men suddenly opened, and an extremely rich blue light bloomed, and the blue light roared with a sword, carrying an immeasurable true qi power, like a streamer of light, it swept over the head of the black-robed old man, rushed towards Fan Cangsheng, and finally stopped in front of Fan Cangsheng.

The cyan light dissipated, revealing an incomparably long cyan long sword, on which the cyan inscription of Xuan Ao danced.

Thirty-six feet of blue edge.

Fan Cangsheng stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the thirty-six-foot Qingfeng, the sword body buzzed, Fan Cangsheng opened his eyes again, and the dark gold of his pupils became more and more blooming.

The black-robed elder at the head said without warmth, as if reading out the death list:

"Van Cangsheng, in the name of the Vatican Prefect Elder Group, I read out the seventh rule of the Vatican Academy. ”

"Anyone who passes on the "Brahman" to outsiders, descendants with impure blood..."

"There is no mercy for killing. ”

Before the black-robed old man's reading fell, the seventeen figures behind him moved, their withered hands poked forward, and the space was shattered. With a thick black gas and a sticky black wind, he grabbed Fan Cangsheng.

The black-robed old man led by him was expressionless, and at this time, he also leaned forward with one paw, and the viscous black wind whistled away.

"The elder group is here to capture you, and then drive Shen Yichen's wild evil seed out of the Fanyuan Academy!

Fan Cangsheng sneered and shook his head, and the thirty-six-foot Qingfeng slashed forward, and the eighteen withered claws carrying the black wind were all slashed and turned into black smoke.

"I'm not here to fight with you. ”

"You old monsters, you are all stubborn and pedantic. ”

"I'm here to see something with you rotten people. ”

The corners of the black-robed old man's mouth twitched slightly, and he withdrew his sleeve robe with his withered hands, waiting for Fan Cangsheng's next sentence angrily.

Fan Cangsheng smiled and took out a seal from his sleeve robe, which was a dark gold seal, and the seal was engraved with the word "Sanskrit", which shone with a brilliant dark gold brilliance in the moonlight.

"Now I'm passing the 'Fan Decision' to Shen Yichen, do you still have any opinions?" Fan Cangsheng said as he looked at the face of the black-robed old man, and the faces of the black-robed old man changed very quickly.

The black-robed old man at the head took a deep breath, looked at Fan Cangsheng with some unwillingness, turned around and left the inner hall, and the remaining seventeen elders glanced at each other, and also followed behind and left the inner hall.

"Fan Cangsheng, if in the future, because of the impurity of the bloodline, any serious consequences will be borne by you. ”

The black-robed old man hoarsely left a word, and his figure gradually dissipated in the moonlight.

Early the next morning.

Shen Yichen's whole body was soaked in sweat, and there seemed to be a meridian running through his body that was shaping and forming, and the internal force of the Eight Apertures True Qi was carried to that big meridian.

The peristalsis of the great meridians gradually stabilized, and the foundation accumulated over the years was used to consolidate the true meridians.

Fan Yafeng looked at Shen Yichen who was condensing in surprise, and covered her lips with her jade hand and muttered, "Tsk... is worthy of being the second son of the courtyard master, such a flawless true vein, this is the first time I have seen it. ”

A few children watching Shen Yichen's condensation asked curiously, "Teacher, what do you say?"

Fan Yafeng smiled and pointed to Shen Yichen's eight orifices: "The eight orifices are full of true qi and bright, but there is no overflowing momentum, and they stop at the overflow of the acupuncture points steadily." ”

She pointed to Shen Yichen's true vein again:

"Shen Yichen's true vein does not have the slightest feeling of floating, but is extremely thick, the stability of this true vein is so solid that it can be compared to the three-star true vein realm!"

The children were in an uproar, their faces were shocked and appalled. Shen Yichen's true vein, before he stepped into the true vein realm, can actually be similar to the real three-star true vein realm!? This is really amazing!

As the beginning of all cultivation, the True Pulse Realm is divided into nine realms, from the One-Star True Pulse Realm to the Nine-Star True Pulse Realm, and there is a clear hierarchy and strict hierarchy between one star and one star.

And at this moment, Shen Yichen already has the ability to compete with the three-star true vein realm, which shows the stability of the true vein foundation, you must know that he is only ten years old!

Shen Yichen took a deep breath, his little hand was sealed again, and a feeling of soaring came from the soles of his feet, and the true qi of heaven and earth seemed to flow through Shen Yichen's spine, purifying his condensed true veins.

At this time, the true qi of the eight orifices poured into the true veins like a flood without reservation, and Shen Yichen felt the feeling of churning and transforming the qi and blood in his body.

It wasn't until the last wisp of true qi flowed from the acupoint into the true vein that the true vein shone brightly, and it was completely presented in Shen Yichen's body.

"Finally succeeded..."

Shen Yichen said in his heart, silently untied the seal, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, looked at his friends and teachers around him tiredly and smiled.

At this time, a figure came from the end of the circular cultivation field, and the figure was very majestic, standing upright and walking towards Shen Yichen.

When Fan Yafeng saw the figure, he hurriedly stood up straight, and arched his hand to the figure that came over: "Hello courtyard master." ”

When the children saw that it was the owner of the courtyard, they also hurriedly straightened their waists and greeted Fan Cangsheng.

Fan Cangsheng was still the same as usual at this time, with an approachable smile, beckoned to them, and walked towards Shen Yichen. The children quickly made way for Fan Cangsheng to walk by.

"Dad?" Shen Yichen's originally tired eyes lit up again after seeing Fan Cangsheng. "Dad, you're here, I haven't seen you in a long time!"

Fan Cangsheng touched Shen Yichen's head with a smile: "Dad has some things recently, and I can't come to see you often." ”

Fan Cangsheng suddenly noticed that Shen Yichen's body was a little different, he raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Oh? It seems that you have condensed into a true vein, so from now on, you will be a true cultivator." ”

"A cultivator is a divine identity. I asked you to stabilize the foundation of the Eight Tricks for a year, just in the hope that you will be able to go long on the path of cultivation in the future. ”

Shen Yichen's little face became solemn: "Yes! I will live up to my father's expectations in the future!"

Fan Cangsheng laughed loudly: "Okay! worthy of being my son of Fan Cangsheng, you come with me, and I will show you something." ”

With that, he strode towards the bamboo forest in the depths of the inner courtyard, and Shen Yichen hurriedly followed him.

Brahma suddenly smiled and asked:

"Yichen, what is your idol?"

Shen Yichen blurted out: "Martial Sect!"

"Wu Zong?"

"Well, it's the Martial Sect of the Eight Ancient Forces of Zhongzhou!" Shen Yichen said proudly. "Martial Sect is my goal!"

Brahma Cangtian was stunned, smiled heartily, and touched Shen Yichen's head:

"Okay! As long as Yichen works hard, he will definitely be able to go to Zhongzhou to see Wu Zong. ”

The green bamboos in the bamboo forest are endless, the eyes are full of vibrant emerald green, the ground is covered with falling bamboo leaves, and Shen Yichen makes a crisp sound of stepping on the leaves when he walks on it.

Shen Yichen followed Fan Cangsheng, the deeper he went, the denser the bamboo became, and later he had to use his hands to open the bamboo before he could continue to pass.

"Dad, how far is the place you are talking about?" Shen Yichen couldn't help but ask.

"It's coming. ”

Fan Cangsheng responded as he pushed aside the dense forest and strode forward, Shen Yichen had no choice but to continue to follow closely behind, his small body flexibly passing through the gaps between the bamboos.

At the end of the day, it was noon. The sunlight shone down through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, and fell on the faces of Fan Cangsheng and Shen Yichen, who suddenly stopped and said softly:

"It's here. ”

Shen Yichen ran forward curiously, and pushed aside the last layer of bamboo leaf forest in front of him, and suddenly the light was so bright that Shen Yichen couldn't open his eyes.

After half a sound, Shen Yichen cautiously opened his eyes, only to see a thousand-zhang waterfall hanging in front of him, and the three-thousand-foot flowing water fell into the abyss in front of Shen Yichen like the Milky Way.

Shen Yichen was stunned and couldn't speak: "This... Where is this..."

A wide and broad water flow rushes straight down, under the reflection of the sun, the waterfall is like a white horse falling from the sky, such as a giant pillar optimus, straight to the sky, the waterfall of the flow into the abyss, the thick mist vines around the bottom, the waterfall falls into the abyss, secretly emitting a deep roar, like a giant beast crouching at the bottom of the abyss, water droplets splash around, a few drops splashed on Shen Yichen's face, the surging waterfall falls straight down, flying down in the air as majestic and magnificent, the waterfall hits the cliff on the half of the cliff, stirring up white waves, behind the water curtain of the waterfall, the rain and mist are around, as if there is something extremely mysterious。