Qianrenshan Sect!

A heavyweight behemoth!

The expressions of the leaders of the Meng family suddenly became extremely solemn, if it was just a dragon swordsman, the Meng family was not afraid, but behind the dragon swordsman stood a Qianren Mountain Sect that could pinch the Meng family to death with a flip of his hand!

What's even more terrifying is that in just a few days, the Qianren Mountain Sect actually killed many martial arts sects with a swift and untimely momentum, and directly killed many martial arts sects with thunder and iron blood without saying a word, and even occupied one-third of the territory of Dafeng Kingdom, forcing the royal family to dare not confront it head-on!

Meng Fan looked around calmly, finally looked at Meng Ye and asked, "Grandpa, what do you think?"

The Qianren Mountain Sect was unusual, and it shook the Great Feng Kingdom in an instant, what was the purpose of doing this?

Meng Ye took a deep breath, looked at Meng Fan, and asked, "Fan'er, what do you want to do?"

The others also stared at Meng Fan intently, and Meng Fan opened his mouth and said: "Dragon Swordsman? Ha, to be honest, I can't see through it! Dragon Swordsman, unfathomable, unpredictable! Even the Qianren Mountain Sect can only try to make friends now, and even they have great respect for the Dragon Swordsman!"

Revere?

Meng Ye and the others frowned, how could this be possible?

Meng Fan said extremely solemnly: "Do you know that the Dragon Swordsman is by no means an ordinary Innate Realm martial artist, but a Qi Refiner!"

"What?"

"Qi Refiner?!"

"Qi Refiner?!"

"Meng Fan, you're saying that the Dragon Swordsman is a Qi Refiner?"

"That's right, the Dragon Swordsman is a Qi Refiner!" Meng Fan said solemnly, "Otherwise, how could the Imperial Family, the Zhennan Palace, and the Demon Gate be so tolerant? Not only that, the Dragon Swordsman is also a master forger!He can forge low-grade magic weapons, which is also one of the reasons why the Qianju Pavilion attaches great importance to the Dragon Swordsman!"

"Wow~!"

Almost all the heads of the Meng family jumped up in shock, their eyes widened, and they stared at Meng Fan in disbelief.

"Gollum~!"

"Meng Fan, this is not a joke!"

"Yes, Meng Fan, are you sure?"

"Meng Fan, is this true?" Meng Ye almost jumped up, staring at Meng Fan deadly.

"It's true!" Meng Fan affirmed, "Moreover, each of the three subordinates around him has a low-grade magic weapon, and the reason why the Qianren Mountain Sect can be so unstoppable is precisely because the Dragon Swordsman left some low-grade magic weapons for Qianren Mountain!"

"Hiss~!"

"Inferior magic weapon!"

"I didn't expect the Dragon Swordsman to be able to forge a low-grade magic weapon?"

"Oh my God, it's unbelievable!"

"However, that's right, after all, the Dragon Swordsman is a Qi Refiner!"

"Yes, Qi Refiner!" everyone was full of envy and yearning.

"Fan'er, have you gotten a magic weapon?" Meng Ye asked impatiently.

The others also stared at Meng Fan intently, their eyes full of urgency.

Meng Fan shook his head with some regret and said, "No." I haven't been given the qualifications to be a low-grade magic weapon yet—" Speaking of this, Meng Fan's eyes lit up and said, "However, the dragon head has given another treasure, and it is a very precious treasure!"

"Treasures?"

"What treasure?"

"Quick, show us!"

"Yes, take it out!"

"Hmph, shut up!" Meng Fan's face turned cold, and he said coldly, "This is my treasure, and if you want to get my teaching, it depends on whether I am in a good mood!" After speaking, Meng Fan snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows and turned around and left, leaving a sound of eyeballs falling to the ground.

"Damn!"

"What is this?"

"Master, you have to take care of this arrogant little guy!"

"Yes, it must be strictly disciplined!"

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Meng Fan's study.

"Squeak~!"

Meng Fan closed the door and told him not to bother him, but he couldn't wait to run to the desk and take out the holy book from his bosom, on which were written four words—The Analects!

"The Complete Book of Analects?" Meng Fan began to look through suspiciously and curiously.

Meng Fan looked at it like this, and in the blink of an eye, a day and a night passed.

"Huh~!" After reading it, Meng Fan's eyes were full of excitement, and he sighed, "What an esoteric holy scripture! It's incredible! Such a profound and profound holy scripture is unique in the entire Dafeng country!"

Turning his head to look in the direction of Qian'an Tower, Meng Fan's heart was full of gratitude and reverence: "The Complete Book of Analects? This is not only a Confucian holy scripture, but also a cultivation method, which is amazing!"

"Dragon Head?" Meng Fan pondered, "What kind of person are you?"

"Knock knock~!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Meng Fan frowned.

"Squeak~!"

Meng Ye walked in, and there was a group of Meng family leaders behind him, but they didn't enter the room.

Meng Ye walked towards Meng Fan, glanced at the "Complete Book of Analects" on the desk, and wondered, "Fan'er, what is that?"

Meng Fan put away the Analects, put it in his arms, and responded: "This is a treasure given to me by the head of the dragon! ”

"The Complete Book of Analects?" Meng Ye frowned and said, "We don't seem to have this book in our mortal continent, right?"

"That's right!" Meng Fan nodded.

"Hmph~!"

"Hand it over!"

"Don't pay, die!"

"Whoosh~!"

A violent black-haired old man slapped Meng Fan angrily, and the fiery red flame palm slapped down unceremoniously.

Meng Ye frowned slightly, but did not stop him.

"Hmph, don't do it yourself!" Meng Fan sneered. Although he did not thoroughly understand the "Complete Book of Analects", after all, Meng Fan is a generation of literary masters, and he still has a few percent of it.

"Buzz~!"

Meng Fan suddenly turned his right hand, and turned his palm into a fist, and some seemingly thin white mist shrouded his right fist, and suddenly faced the black-haired old man.

"Well, that's?" Meng Ye's pupils shrank, staring at Meng Fan's right fist in surprise, to be precise, the white mist around Meng Fan's right fist, "White true qi? Such a huge aura? What is this?"

Flame Palm VS White Mist Right Fist.

"Bang~!"

A punch and a palm collided hard, and the black-haired old man took a few steps backwards, but Meng Fan stood still, staring at the black-haired old man coldly, and the white mist of his right fist became even thicker.

"What?"

"Impossible!"

"How is that possible?"

"Lao Qi is in the late stage of the Innate Realm, and Meng Fan is only in the early stage of the Innate Realm, and the difference in true qi is six times!"

"A full six-fold gap, Lao Qi still loses?"

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"This?" Meng Ye looked at this scene in disbelief, "Fan'er, won?"

"This?" The black-haired old man looked at his flame palm in disbelief, the collision just now, he only felt a huge force rushing towards him, forcing his heart to tremble, not only the power fell into the wind, but even the state of mind also appeared a trace of cracks, he couldn't help but stare at Meng Fan, incredulously, "Meng Fan, aren't you cultivating the 'Cold Ice Palm'? What palm technique did you use just now? Also, your true qi is not cold ice true qi, but an extremely vast true qi, what is it?"

Isn't it cold and icy?

Everyone could naturally see that Meng Fan did not use "Cold Ice Palm", and it was because of this that they were so shocked.

Extremely vast true qi?

The true aura of that white mist?

What is it?

"Fan'er, what kind of true qi is that?" Meng Ye said extremely solemnly.

"Haoran righteousness!" Meng Fan responded. In fact, Meng Fan didn't expect that he had only comprehended a trace of Haoran righteousness, but its power made Meng Fan extremely shocked: "Haoran righteousness? This is just a trace of Haoran righteousness, a trace of it! If it is the head of the dragon-" Suddenly, Meng Fan shuddered: "A trace of Haoran righteousness is so strong, isn't the dragon's head more and more unfathomable!"

Haoran righteousness?

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes were full of confusion, Haoran righteousness had naturally heard of it, but no one had ever been in contact with Haoran righteousness, and no one could control Haoran righteousness!

And now, Meng Fan actually told everyone that what he cultivated was the legendary - Haoran Righteousness!

Meng Ye asked again, "Fan'er, are you sure that what you are cultivating is Haoran Righteousness?"

Meng Fan affirmed: "Yes, it is Haoran righteousness! As scholars, we are naturally better at cultivating Haoran righteousness!"

Scholar?

Raise Haoran righteousness?

What is this?

Meng Ye frowned and said, "Meng Fan, what do you mean?"

Meng Fan took a deep breath and said: "Meng Ziyun: I am good at cultivating Haoran righteousness! Haoran righteousness is exactly what I have gained from my comprehension of the "Complete Book of Analects"! My generation of scholars is the most suitable for cultivating Haoran righteousness!"

Meng Ziyun: I am good at raising Haoran righteousness!

Mencius?

Meng Ye said heavily: "Mencius, who is he?"

Meng Fan shook his head and said, "I don't know either." ”

Meng Ye: "・・・・・・・"

Directors: "・・・・・・・"

Meng Ye had an urge to slap Meng Fan, forcibly suppressed it, and asked, "The Complete Book of Analects? is the book given to you by the Dragon Swordsman?

The method of refining qi?

Everyone's eyes lit up and they were full of urgency.

Meng Fan nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed a method of refining qi, but it can only cultivate Haoran righteousness, and the others will not work!

Meng Ye: "・・・・・・・"

Directors: "・・・・・・・"

Meng Ye didn't want to slap Meng Fan anymore, but the urge to slap Meng Fan to death. Forcibly enduring, Meng Ye smiled and said, "So, when do you plan to teach us?"

"Yes, when!" At this moment, everyone seemed to see hope, they could let Meng Fan defeat Lao Qi in a short time, such a method of refining qi, you must get it, you must, you must!

Looking around, looking at everyone's earnest expressions, Meng Fan suddenly laughed and said, "Everyone, wait, when I think about it and feel better, maybe I will teach you a thing or two." As for now, you still have to go where you came from. Drop-off!"

"Everyone, please!" Meng Yi and the other eight people looked at Meng Ye and the others and said respectfully.

Drop-off?

Meng Ye: "・・・・・・・"

Directors: "・・・・・・・"