The demon cultivator saw that Chen Fan, who was going to compete with him, was only a tenth-level Qi cultivator, and his cultivation was the same as himself, and his eyes suddenly burst out with full battle intent and looked at Chen Fan.

"Demon Cultivator Murong Qiu!" The demon cultivator looked upright and hugged his fist towards Chen Fan.

"Demon Cultivator Chen Fan!" Chen Fan smiled lightly and hugged his fists in reply.

"Please. "That demon cultivator made a please.

"Come!"

Chen Fan's body was suddenly overpowering, and a large amount of demonic aura was swirling, especially after killing too many people, he accumulated an invisible aura, which looked very terrifying.

Chen Fan kicked his feet on the ground and ran towards Murong Qiu at great speed, constantly flashing left and right, making it impossible to see Chen Fan's figure clearly.

That Murong Qiu was also a monk with rich combat experience, and seeing that Chen Fan's speed was so fast, he subconsciously felt that what Chen Fan was good at was this terrifying speed.

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth smiled slightly, not showing a trace of panic, but calmly put on a posture, and suddenly a large stream of earthy yellow demonic qi rolled in from all around, turning into three huge walls to defend himself from the left and right and the three sides behind him, leaving him to face the enemy head-on.

Everyone knows that demon cultivators focus on strength and defense, while demon cultivators are extraordinary in combat and extremely fast. But who would have thought that Chen Fan didn't know that it was fast, and his strength became bigger and bigger with that trace of demon god blood.

Especially under the continuous refinement of his cultivation, there is a faint trace of golden demonic qi in the blood red demonic qi!

Seeing this, Chen Fan was overjoyed, and his figure flashed quickly again, coming directly to Murong Qiu's side, clenching his fist with his right hand, ready to fight with all his might.

"Demon initiate, but the strength is still too weak to be broken. Zhou Zimu looked at Chen Fan with interest and said to himself.

There was a loud bang, and on Murong Qiu's left, the earthy yellow demonic qi wall was hammered hard by Chen Fan, but there was not the slightest crack, and it was still standing there steadily.

"Can't you break it?" Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, and his figure froze in place.

"Good chance!" Murong Qiu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly waved his left hand, and the demonic qi entwined, fiercely passing through the earthy yellow light curtain and hitting Chen Fan.

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows, leaned back slightly, and after dodging Murong Qiu's blow, he clasped Murong Qiu's arm with his backhand and kicked on the light curtain.

Chen Fan wanted to use this method to pull out Murong Qiu, who was cowering in the light curtain.

"Hey!" Murong Qiu's feet exerted force, like a small mountain, standing steadily in the light curtain, and Chen Fan couldn't pull a single bit.

Chen Fan saw that he was at a stalemate, so he simply let go, and with the help of Yiyue, he opened a distance of five or six zhang from Murong Qiu.

"Can I use a weapon?" Chen Fan asked.

"Absolutely. ”

The one who answered him was Murong Qiu, who was huddled in the yellow light curtain, who was looking at Chen Fan with a proud face at the moment.

Murong Qiu confidently spoke slowly, obviously full confidence in his defense.

Chen Fan smiled dumbly, made a sword finger with his right hand, and lightly pointed at Murong Qiu.

The purple gold sword on his back suddenly flew out, and after a few flashes, it turned into thirty-two purple gold flying swords.

Zhou Zimu's smiling face was stunned, but he was not surprised, because this set of standard flying swords was only a high-grade magic weapon.

"Thirty-two sets of standard flying swords, high-grade magic weapons, can be regarded as okay. Zhou Zimu said to himself, although he didn't know why Chen Fan didn't use the magic sword to transform into a magic sword, he wouldn't ask boringly.

"Then be careful. Chen Fan's confident opening finally made a trace of solemnity appear on Murong Qiu's face.

Murong Fu slammed his fist on the ground, and suddenly the earthy yellow light flashed even more, it seemed that his exercises should be earthy.

"Engraved Yuan Sword Formation!" Chen Fan's hands quickly pinched the trick, and after connecting dozens of handprints, thirty-two purple golden swords flew out in an orderly manner, and slowly fell into place according to Chen Fan's arrangement.

After all of them fell, Chen Fan's heart moved, his pupils turned dark purple, and a purple glow bloomed on his body, making people feel extremely weird.

"Slash!"

With a light spit, the strange sword array composed of thirty-two purple pole golden swords slashed towards Murong Qiu one after another, seemingly disorderly, and landed on the strengthened light curtain.

These purple golden swords fell from different positions, and each sword pierced through the defense of this layer of light curtain, piercing into the light curtain by about three inches.

Murong Qiu was shocked in his heart, both hands were pressed directly to the ground, and his whole body was covered with an earthy yellow light, and the last layer of soil gradually appeared on the periphery of the light curtain, slowly enveloping the light curtain.

Seeing this, Chen Fan still commanded the remaining flying swords to fall, and soon, all thirty-two flying swords fell, filling this dirt bag.

"Engraved Yuan Sword Formation!" A strange smile flashed at the corner of Chen Fan's mouth, and he pointed at the small earthen bag filled with purple golden swords.

Then the purple pole golden sword began to tremble, and purple light pierced into the dirt bag from the blade, and suddenly Murong Qiu's scream like killing a pig was heard.

After only a few breaths, Murong Qiu broke through the defense layer by himself and fell to the ground inhaling heavily. Seeing this, Chen Fan withdrew the Purple Pole Golden Sword with a smile, and glanced back at Zhou Zimu triumphantly.

"Admire, Daoyou's swordsmanship is weird and changeable, it's really powerful!" Although Murong Qiu was embarrassed, he bowed his hand to Chen Fan with a respectful face, as if he felt that there was nothing wrong with defeat.

"Fellow Daoist is too humble, Your Excellency's earth-based spell is an eye-opener for you, if it weren't for the magic weapon, I'm afraid you won't be able to fight Your Excellency. Chen Fan smiled and shook his head, after all, he didn't use magic weapons, he only relied on himself to fight the enemy, Chen Fan really didn't feel much hope.

"Senior Brother Murong, don't praise this kid, otherwise he will be able to float to the sky in a while. Zhou Zimu walked over with a smile.

"Haha, how come Senior Brother Zhou has time to come here? I often hear my brother talk about Senior Brother Zhou on weekdays, and I heard that although Senior Brother Zhou is in the early stage of foundation building, he can use any spells and magic weapons to suppress the monks in the later stage of foundation building! I don't know if I can take a look at it next time when Keqing compares. Murong Qiu looked at Zhou Zimu with a bit of admiration, as if he had seen an idol.

Chen Fan glanced at Zhou Zimu with some confusion, but did not ask.

That Murong Qiu looked dumbfounded, but he forcibly stopped Zhou Zimu and chatted for more than an hour before reluctantly saying goodbye to the two.

After returning to the cave mansion, Chen Fan hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Brother Zhou, then Murong Qiu said that you ......"

"Huh?" Zhou Zimu looked at Chen Fan with some confusion.

"Do you have the ability to press the late stage of the foundation?" Chen Fan was a little stunned, without spells and magic weapons, he really didn't dare to think about how Zhou Zimu did it, Chen Fan was a little difficult to use spells and magic weapons to bless.

Although he had killed so many foundation building monks, there was only one person in the late stage of foundation building, and Fang Rou was forced to retreat twice in the other late stage of foundation building, but he could never be killed! On the other hand, more than ten monks in the middle stage of foundation building had already died in the hands of Chen Fan, but there was only one person in the late stage of foundation building!

This is enough to prove how huge the gap between a monk in the late stage of foundation building and a monk in the middle stage of foundation building is! Chen Fan couldn't imagine how Zhou Zimu could suppress a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

"Guess?" Zhou Zimu said casually, very freely.

"That's impossible, none of the monks in the later stage of foundation building is not a person with great powers, and it is impossible to be suppressed in the early stage of foundation building. Chen Fan opened his mouth as usual, almost letting Zhou Zimu squirt out the tea that had just entered his mouth.

"Ahem, ahem...... In your eyes, what is my strength?" Zhou Zimu asked after choking on tea and coughing a few times.

"It's just so-so, otherwise you're just a guest for Mao. Chen Fan smiled, stretched out his right hand and moved.

"Here you go!" Zhou Zimu smiled very calmly and took out a jar of wine from the storage bag and handed it to Chen Fan.

"Thanks. Chen Fan smiled and put the wine directly into the storage bag, without the slightest intention of drinking.

"Since you know that this wine has miraculous effects, why don't you just drink it?" Zhou Zimu asked with a hint of doubt.

"Guess. Chen Fan learned from Zhou Zimu's statement and slowly said two words.

"......" Zhou Zimu glanced at Chen Fan and walked towards the back room.

"The other room is for you, whatever you want, it's okay to practice more, it's really not good, I'll take you to find a chance again"

"Let's go and cultivate. Chen Fan rubbed his nose and walked towards another room.

Every day after that, Chen Fan followed Zhou Zimu to the battle ground in the morning, so that Chen Fan could fight with people without any spells and magic weapons to hone his strength.

And the bet is still a jar of wine and a roar at the foot of the mountain. However, since Chen Fan lost that time, he didn't look at the battle in the arena casually.

That time Chen Fan lost, Zhou Zimu took him to the foot of the mountain, I don't know what method was used, attracting many monks to circle and fly around.

Chen Fan blushed and yelled three times: "Senior Brother Zhou, I like you!"

caused many monks to burst into laughter, looking at Chen Fan with a smile, making Chen Fan embarrassed.

Since then, Chen Fan has made up his mind not to lose again, it is really embarrassing.

In the afternoon, he took Chen Fan to the auctions in the major markets, and bought whatever he liked, which made Chen Fan smack his tongue and be envious.

In the evening, when the two returned to the cave, Zhou Zimu explained to Chen Fan some confusions in cultivation and some methods to break through the bottleneck, as well as listed several possible methods for Chen Fan to break through to the foundation.

Since it is impossible to break through, it must be necessary to use some special means to seek a breakthrough. Zhou Zimu found some ancient books out of nowhere and showed Chen Fan a few records of people who had broken through through various strange methods.

As the name suggests, it is to find a monk with the same attributes as oneself, beat him half to death, and then use an evil technique to turn his Dao base into his own Dao base.

This kind of magic is very bloody and cruel, and the monks who are sucked out of the Daoji will die in agony within three hours. Although this method is indeed too cruel, it can break through to the foundation building period very quickly, but in this life, it can only stagnate in the foundation building period, and there is no possibility of knotting, and at the same time, the life span will not increase by half a point.

Chen Fan shook his head and denied this method, he felt that it was too cruel, and he would not stop there, so Chen Fan immediately refused.

The second type is a practice called "Nine Transfers to the Dao Method". This exercise is not like the bloody and evil method of seizing the foundation before, it is a decent and decent method.

To put it simply, it is to cultivate to reach the tenth layer of qi training, compress and disperse one's cultivation, and the more refined the demonic qi or spirit demon qi stored in the dantian in the body, the better. After repeating the nine turns like this, the demonic qi of the dantian in the body will become a slimy liquid, and it will continue to develop towards the Dao base, and its strength will far surpass those monks who do not have the compression of the nine turns.