Covering the bamboo door lightly, Lin Fan sat on the shabby futon with some annoyance.

A green face was slightly sad, in addition to fighting and killing in his long life, he really didn't think that he would one day make trouble for a few spirit stones.

Raising his hand and rubbing his cheeks, he remembered in boredom that he seemed to be looking at the changes in his consciousness.

Sinking his consciousness into his mind, a desert several miles in size appeared in front of him.

Looking at his barren and narrow Divine Consciousness Space, he despised the original Lin Fan even more, not to mention that his cultivation was weak, even the Divine Consciousness Space was so desolate, I really don't know what he would spend ten years doing with it.

Lin Fan didn't know that if there was a Yuanying cultivator who knew that his cultivation at the third level of Qi cultivation had such a large space for divine consciousness, he was afraid that he would cry and cry for his mother to rush to accept him as an apprentice.

You must know that the divine consciousness of the Qi cultivator is at most misty, and the divine consciousness of the transcendent monk is also the shape of a water droplet, and only the divine consciousness of the Jindan monk will appear in space and land, but it is only a few square sizes.

The space in front of Lin Fan was afraid that it was the size of a Jindan Extreme Cultivator, but how did he know this.

Walking through the soft yellow sand, a stone monument appears in front of you.

The bronze stele is very strange, two meters wide and dozens of meters high.

On either side of the stele, dozens of arm-thick metal pillars were planted deep in the earth.

Looking at such a strange stone tablet made Lin Fan feel a little familiar, and he suddenly woke up under his careful observation.

Isn't this weird stone tablet his original mecha chip, presumably fused into Lin Fan's body with himself.

Looking at the tall stele, it seems that some handwriting is engraved on the top of the stele.

In his own divine consciousness space, Lin Fan is the master.

His body floated up slightly, appearing at the top of the stele.

On the front of the stele, two big characters of Lin Fan are engraved, and below the big characters is a row of instructions.

Name: Fan Lin.

Age: Sixteen years old.

Cultivation: Three layers of qi training.

Shou Yuan: Eighty-seven years old.

Exercise: Purple Qi East to decide.

Swordsmanship: Eighteen Swords of the Breeze (Proficiency: Three).

Swordsmanship: Basic Swordsmanship Thirty-six Styles (Proficiency: Zero).

Alchemy Kung Fu: Introduction to Alchemy (Proficiency: 2).

Database: Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, Mangniu Powerful Fist, Throat Splitting Muscle Wrong Bone Hand, A Sword Flying Immortal from the West, Heavy Swordsmanship, Firearms Maintenance,......。

Video Library: One Hundred and Sixty Void Behemoths, Special Records (Close-up Observation of the Void Toad's Energy Swallowing).

Photo gallery: 2,800 photos of the hostess.

The superchip does not boot (splits the soul boot chip).

Looking at the handwriting in front of him made Lin Fan a little excited, and he ruthlessly separated a wisp of soul from his body and attached it to the bronze stele.

The divine consciousness space trembled, the earth roared, and the tall bronze stone tablet emitted a burst of light.

A mechanical voice sounded, it would take twenty-four hours for the chip to boot up, and the host was asked to exit the space.

At this time, Lin Fan's eyes darkened, and he withdrew from the Divine Consciousness Space, followed by a severe headache that made him faint suddenly.

The sun was shining outside the house, and the chirping of kingfishers could be heard from time to time.

Everything seems to be rosy.

In the bamboo building, Lin Fan lay quietly on the ground, and a few wisps of pain sometimes appeared on his cheeks full of smiles.

Time passed slowly, and he woke up to a feeling of unbearable hunger in the afternoon.

After shaking his head vigorously a few times, he remembered that he hadn't eaten for a long time, after all, he was not the same machine that didn't know hunger and thirst.

I remember that there is a lively trading market at the foot of the mountain corner, which not only can exchange various items, but also has some good restaurants.

Weigh the storage bag a few times with your hands, and the debt has to be repaid, but it is not bad for these spirit stones.

Don't you think you could taste the taste of food like a human being?

Lin Fan was very excited about the launch of the superchip, and the successive mildew things made the unhappy mood cheerful.

Walking out of the bamboo building, I quickly walked down the stone steps between the mountains to the bottom of the mountain.

At the foot of the hill was a neat wooden house, and the wide street was lined with monks and mortals of all kinds.

The streets were crowded with people, and all kinds of shouting and noise came and went.

Lin Fan forgot all his troubles and walked slowly in the flow of people, he seemed to enjoy the scene very much.

A mouth-watering aroma came from a restaurant not far away.

Let Lin Fan's legs pause, this is an elegantly decorated and magnificent three-story restaurant.

The plaque in front of the restaurant is written with a few big characters "Drunken Immortal Building".

In front of the door was a group of young monks, who were arguing somewhere.

Coming to the restaurant quickly, Lin Fan was just about to step forward.

It was a strange yin and yang voice ringing in his ears.

"Isn't this the most famous Lin Fan of our Feixian Sect, Lin Da Genius? Why do you want to go to the Drunken Immortal Tower to get drunk? That pot of Drunken Immortal Wine costs five spirit stones, I think I want to use wine to kill my sorrows."

Lin Fan's leg that had just taken out slowly retracted and turned to look.

A white-robed young man in front of him was looking at him with disdain.

This person Lin Fan knew, his name was Meng Jiuru, who had practiced qi at the same time as Lin Fan, and had cultivated three years ago to break through the transcendent and enter the inner gate.

When he was still practicing qi, Meng Jiuru looked down on Lin Fan a hundred times, and often said that Lin Fan was a toad and wanted to eat swan meat.

Lin Fan also hated him very much.

Meng Jiuru saw that Lin Fan, who was silent, proudly tidied up the white robe on his body and said: "Three months later, the sect will test the cultivation of my generation, of course, it will be carried out at the same time as Senior Brother Wu Qianshu's wedding, I heard that Senior Brother Wu is going to impact the realm of desecration one day, and he will definitely be able to feast his eyes at that time, why don't you want to see Senior Brother Wu's majesty and domineering?"

Meng Jiuru's words changed and continued: "By the way, Senior Brother Wu's Taoist companion is Lan Mei'er, hehe! Senior Brother Wu has just turned eighteen years old this year and can impact the realm of refinement, it seems that Senior Sister Lan'er's vision is accurate, I really want to know your expression at that time, oh yes, if you want to participate in Senior Brother Wu's wedding, you must have extraordinary cultivation, otherwise you won't be able to go up the thousand-step stone ladder! Of course, you can go to Jade Girl Peak again, maybe you can meet that senior sister bathing, and maybe you will have some sexual encounters at that time."

"Haha"

A group of teenagers behind Meng Jiuru burst into laughter.

"Boom, boom".

Lin Fan's clenched fists made a loud noise, and a nameless anger rose into the sky.

I, Lin Fan, will one day become a strong man who dominates the world, and then the people of the world will dare to say that I Lin Fan is a waste.

A trace of Yin Hong's blood appeared in Lin Fan's eyes, even if he was not Meng Jiuru's opponent, he would use his fist to hit his maggot-like face hard.

Taking a sharp breath, the strength of his whole body slowly gathered on his arm, and Lin Fan's green face was resolute.

A breeze passed through the hall between Lin Fan and Meng Jiuru.

Gently rolled their shirts, making a slight noise.