Born as a human being, why should I bow down to you?

In the mountain stream of Cangyun Mountain, a young man covered in blood slammed the ground with his fists, his blood-red eyes were full of unwillingness, and he whispered: "Liu Man, you humiliated me today, and I should pay it back a hundred times in the future." ”

Zhang Fan, a natural enlightened person, was born with a divine tattoo as a companion, and in the foreseeable future, the world has his place.

Therefore, he was accepted as a disciple by the most powerful sect in the Yan Kingdom, and cultivated with the strength of the whole sect. Zhang Fan also lived up to expectations, and at the age of ten, he became the youngest peak in the world with martial arts.

However, his disaster began.

At the moment of preaching, his divine pattern dimmed, and his cultivation turned into nothing in front of everyone's eyes, and he became an ordinary mortal, almost falling from the sky and falling to his death.

In the future, no matter how he cultivated, the spiritual platform was empty, and in the end, the identity of the eldest disciple was also deprived, and he became a horse groom step by step, and now he is only eighteen years old, and he is bullied by another colleague in the stable all day long.

Just because he has the ability of Xiaolingtai.

Zhang Fan dragged his body and sat up from the ground: "What the hell are you? You can pay me back!"

Recalling the moment of enlightenment, when he ascended the nine-step ladder and was about to write his name on the pinnacle list, a faint light suddenly shot into his eyebrows in the distance, instantly sucking his whole body of spiritual energy, and every time the spiritual energy he obtained from cultivation was also plundered by it.

By now, the faint glimmer of light had grown into a small sun, blinking as if replying to his words.

"I'm crying!!" Zhang Fan cried as he pulled the grass.

"Cry a fart!" Suddenly, a voice penetrated Zhang Fan's ears, "Isn't it just that I have eaten you for a few years, as for crying and crying, it's like a dead mother!"

Zhang Fan looked left and right: "Who are you?"

"Shit, I'm in you. What's more, crying all day long is the same as Lin Daiyu. Fuck you, if you cry again, Lao Tzu will practice you. ”

"Are you the light?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense. ”

"Why don't you get out of here and give me back the cultivation!"

"Isn't it just a small heaven-level cultivation? You people now are also interesting, such a starting cultivation is just a pinnacle list, and it's especially pirated! Hey! One generation is not as good as the next!" That light spoke very bastardly, thinking that it was not a good bird, "Okay, okay, don't cry, you cry every day and don't cultivate, and Lao Tzu can't eat." Come on, I'll give you something to boost your confidence in cultivation. Let me see.. Your spiritual platform is good, but it's a little small, and every time you store too little, I'll expand it for you!"

Expanding the spiritual platform, I have never heard of it, Zhang Fan just spoke, but the abdomen suddenly had a severe pain that was unbearable, and he rolled back and forth on the ground holding his stomach: "It hurts, it hurts!"

When he screamed, his divine pattern automatically appeared, as if to protect him, but the divine pattern had long since dimmed and lost its power.

"Well, in my time, they all belonged to the top-grade god pattern, and it won't be easy to cultivate them well in the future!" Guang muttered to himself, speeding up the expansion of Zhang Fanlingtai.

The size of the spiritual platform is determined by nature, and it will expand the day after tomorrow, but the amplitude will not exceed 30%. The average genius's spiritual platform can be the size of half a room, and the best one is the size of a house.

The larger the spiritual platform, the more stable the foundation, the more spiritual energy it can carry, and the more benefits it will have for the future. He said as if he was invited: "You kid admit it, if you were allowed to practice at the beginning, even if you cultivate to the Great Heaven Rank now, you will still be a rua chicken in front of the real masters." Well, let's expand the Lingtai here first, it's almost the size of this mountain. ”

The pain in his abdomen disappeared, Zhang Fan was drenched in sweat, and said, "Fart, how can there be such a big mountain on the Lingtai."

"Then you can see for yourself!" The light took Zhang Fan into the spiritual platform. Of course, Zhang Fan had entered his own spiritual platform, it was not small at that time, there were three rooms in size, and now when I look at it, the spiritual platform is white without the slightest variegation, and after sweeping left and right, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be surprised: "How can it be so big!"

The light squeezed into the altar and became a round of sun, and it said proudly, "How is it, it is worthy of you?"

"Oh my!"

"Hehe!" Hikari was very proud, "so that you can work for Lao Tzu." You can use these things!"

As he spoke, golden words floated out of its body, and one by one it was like a living thing floating in a circle around Zhang Fan's spiritual sense; "Your god pattern is still useful, you can take this pseudo god pattern first." There is a set of Xuan Fingering Techniques in it, this is a Heavenly Rank Technique, enough for you to use now!"

The golden characters were pasted on Zhang Fan's spiritual sense, and the tide-like words crowded Zhang Fan's brain, he was already a peak monk, and he didn't have comprehension. After sitting in the mountain stream for a night, a black light flashed in the middle finger of his right hand, and he pointed forward casually, and saw a finger light coming out, and with a snap, the bluestone ten meters away cracked on the spot, leaving a big pit.

"Good.. Strong.." Zhang Fan was shocked.

"It's just the initial stage, work hard. Lao Tzu sleeps for a while!" Guang Zhen regarded himself as the sun, hanging in the spiritual platform to release a scorching light.

"Haha!" Zhang Fan laughed, as if an old demon who had been sealed for thousands of years was born. Startle the birds and beasts in the forest. Zhang Fan stood up from the ground and tidied up his dusty robe, "Your mother's Liu Man, wait, Lao Tzu got you!"

He was ambitious when he was young, and he was already domineering. After losing his cultivation, he was humiliated for seven or eight years, and his grievances converged into a dark blue flame that could engulf everything in the world.

Looking up at the 3,780 stone steps in front of the Cangyun Temple, a sneer appeared at the forefront.

Cangyun Mountain, Zhao State, Northern Wilderness, Sky Dome Star.

Cangyun Mountain is one of the top sects in Zhao Kingdom, with more than 100 small heaven level capable people, more than 10 big heaven steps, and the rest of the disciples have 3,000 people, enjoying the state worship every year.

But from a macro point of view, Zhao has a land area of 10,000 miles, but it is still a remote country in the northern wilderness. The Northern Wilderness is the most barren state land in the Sky Dome Star, not to mention the entire planet, looking at the Northern Wilderness, Cangyun Mountain is not enough.

Zhang Fan walked like a fly, rushed up the steps and stood under the stone carving, this is the first generation of mountain owners of Cangyun Mountain, a heaven-level monk who chases the stars and the moon. But according to the words of the light, this Heavenly Rank monk is also a rua chicken. Zhang Fan was curious about where the light came from and why he had such a tone.

But it was already asleep, and it didn't respond to its calls. Zhang Fan gathered his thoughts, and the top priority now was revenge.

Go to the stables.

The righteous and majestic Dome Palace shuttled through the immortal cultivation disciples, some of them strolled leisurely, some walked in a hurry, and some sat lazily on the ground chatting and farting.

"Yo, isn't this Zhang Fengfeng, why is he covered in blood! Is it fighting Jiaolong?" On the grass not far away, a young man in purple shouted to Zhang Fan.

The rest of the people laughed: "Jiaolong, he can't even kill chickens now!"

"Zhang Fan, where is your god tattoo, show our new brother!"

They got up and surrounded Zhang Fan, and the new disciple also learned that Zhang Fan was at his peak in the past, and his genius landed, which was something that many people liked to see, and if he could laugh at it himself, it would be extraordinarily delicious, so he watched it with mockery.

Zhang Fan raised his head: "Want to see the god pattern?"

"Yes, yes, although it is dim, but we don't have it, it's okay to look at it!" said the young man in purple.