Inside the Taiqing faction, a small independent attic.

Lin Fan was cultivating cross-legged in a room in the attic, exhaling into a mist, wandering around, and the rich vitality between the surrounding heaven and earth gathered into the room, which was absorbed and refined by Lin Fan, becoming Lin Fan's strength.

There is a powerful formation in the Taiqing station, and the concentration of vitality in the sect is more than ten times that of the outside world, so the cultivation speed in the sect is also more than dozens of times that of the outside world, but these vitality concentrations are still too low for Lin Fan, and he needs to refine the spiritual veins to cultivate.

At this time, several months had passed since Lin Fan became a disciple of the Taiqing Sect.

In the entrance assessment of the Taiqing Sect a few months ago, when Lin Fan stepped on the last step of the ladder, Lin Fan had already successfully become an outer disciple of the Taiqing Sect.

This time, the entrance assessment of the Taiqing faction lasted for a total of ten days, and in these ten days, at least nearly 10 million people rushed to participate in the entrance assessment, but there were only more than 1,000 people who could pass the assessment and become disciples of the Taiqing faction.

Slowly stopping the operation of the cultivation exercises, Lin Fan opened his eyes, and there was a glow in his eyes, which would not be extinguished for a long time.

Getting down from the bed, Lin Fan sighed slightly: "Alas, although the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the Taiqing Sect is dozens of times richer than outside, the speed of absorbing Yuan Qi cultivation is too slow, and it is better to refine the spiritual vein cultivation faster." When will you be able to become a core disciple of the Taiqing Sect, only by becoming a core disciple can you have a large amount of cultivation resources!"

"The time left for me is too short, only a million years. A hundred years, within a hundred years, he must become a core disciple of the Taiqing Sect, only in this way can he have enough time to cultivate!" Lin Fan's eyes flashed with a determined gaze, and the next goal had been determined.

Leaving the attic, Lin Fan walked towards the Dao Hall. Today is a monthly sermon day.

The temple is located on a towering mountain in the Taiqing faction, built by the mountain, tall and magnificent, a wave of the avenue ripples from the mountain, here the avenue has great benefits. It is said that it is because a Taishang elder of the Taiqing Sect broke through the cultivation realm here and became a Great Dao Saint, so this high mountain contains a trace of the fluctuation of the Great Dao.

Later, the Taiqing faction built a hall on this high mountain, which was specially used by some Heavenly Dao saints in the sect to preach to those inner disciples.

Although Lin Fan is an outer disciple, after all, Lin Fan's cultivation realm is already a mixed yuan saint, and passing the inner disciple assessment is only a matter of time. Therefore, he was allowed to come to the Dao Hall to listen to the sermon, and like Lin Fan, there were dozens of mixed yuan saints who had just joined the Taiqing faction.

When they came to the temple, there were already a lot of people in the hall, and they all wanted to occupy a place in the front row of the hall, because the closer they got to the preacher. The more benefits you get from it.

"Senior Brother Lin!"

"Senior Brother Lin!"

Lin Fan walked towards the front row of the Lundao Hall, and people greeted Lin Fan from time to time along the way. And Lin Fan also nodded in return.

Before the first few sermons in the Temple of the Confession. Lin Fan sat on the futon in the front row of the Dao Hall, and someone once wanted to grab Lin Fan's position, but he was blown away by Lin Fan's punch, and no one dared to compete with Lin Fan for the position since.

However, it seems that there are people who are not long-sighted today who want to trouble Lin Fan.

Not long after Lin Fan sat down, an arrogant voice sounded: "Who are you?" Don't you want to live anymore?"

Lin Fan turned his head to look and saw a young man wearing the clothes of an inner disciple and having reached the late stage of the Mixed Yuan Saint Realm standing on his right, his eyes revealing a trace of anger. Condescendingly overlooking Lin Fan sitting on the futon.

"Now, this position belongs to me, you can find another position by yourself!" Lin Fan glanced at the young man, and then said lightly.

"You!" The young man looked at Lin Fan in shock and anger, no one dared to go against him for a long time, but he didn't expect that when he came out after a period of retreat, someone would dare to resist him.

"It turned out to be an outer disciple!"

At this time, the young man saw clearly that Lin Fan was wearing the clothes of an outer disciple, and quickly estimated the time in his heart, and quickly guessed that Lin Fan was an outer disciple who had only recently entered the Taiqing Sect, no wonder he dared to go against himself, he must have never heard of his prestige, otherwise he would have rolled away like a stream of urine when he saw him.

"Boy, you must not have heard of me, otherwise you wouldn't dare to be so arrogant. I'll tell you, my name is Wutong! Now kowtow to me and apologize, and then get out!" the young Wutong looked at Lin Fan condescendingly.

"That guy from Wutong is bullying the new disciple again! But this time, he has kicked the iron plate! That outer disciple is not simple, he can be allowed to enter the Lundao Palace, and his cultivation realm is at least a mixed yuan saint. And last time, I saw a guy in the middle stage of the Mixed Yuan Saint fighting with him, only to be blown away by a punch!"

"That's right, I estimate that the cultivation realm of that outer disciple named Lin Fan has reached the late stage of the Mixed Yuan Sage, otherwise it would be impossible to blast away an inner disciple of the middle stage of the Mixed Yuan Sage with one punch. ”

In a corner of the Dao Hall, two inner disciples were talking.

"Wutong, I've heard of you, the cultivation realm is in the late stage of the Mixed Yuan Sage, and your strength can only be regarded as medium among all the inner disciples, and you can run rampant and domineering in the Dao Hall, just because those powerful inner disciples rarely come to the Dao Hall. Lin Fan said lightly.

After a pause, Lin Fan continued: "I'm in a pretty good mood today, I don't want to do it!"

"Don't want to do it, then I'll force you to do it!" A cold glint flashed in Wu Tong's eyes, and he suddenly attacked Lin Fan.

The outer disciples who can be allowed to enter the Dao Hall are at least mixed Yuan saints, and Wu Tong, as an inner disciple, naturally knows the Dao, so he doesn't have too much contempt for Lin Fan, who dares to occupy his position, and uses more than seventy percent of his strength as soon as he makes a move.

However, what Ling Wutong didn't expect was that this punch, which contained more than seventy percent of his strength, was easily caught by Lin Fan, and Lin Fan was still sitting motionless on the futon, grabbing his fist with one hand.

"You!?"

Wu Tong looked at Lin Fan in shock and anger, but he didn't expect Lin Fan to easily catch his attack without moving.

"Originally, I didn't want to do it, but since you're looking for a fight, then don't blame me!" Lin Fan stood up, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his other hand clenched his fist and slammed into Wutong.

Wu Tong's body retreated violently, his hands quickly sealed, and the surging force in his body gushed out, condensing into a powerful attack and bombarding Lin Fan, the terrifying force wave was turbulent, and the space trembled.

"Humph!"

Lin Fan snorted coldly, and the fist that slammed towards Wutong burst out with golden light, scattering the bombarded attack, and then stepped on it, instantly rushing to Wutong's body, and the fist slammed into Wutong's body, and the powerful force blasted Wutong away and hit the wall of the Dao Hall.

"You ......" Wu Tong glanced at Lin Fan in horror, and then passed out.

"Fainted! Wu Tong was knocked unconscious by a punch!"

"Unexpectedly, with one punch, the martial arts of the late stage of the Mixed Yuan Sage were knocked unconscious, this outer disciple named Lin Fan is only afraid that he has reached the consummation of the Mixed Yuan Sage!"

"Mixed Yuan Sage Consummation!?"

Everyone in the Dao Hall was talking about it, and Lin Fan beat Wu Tong in the late stage of the Mixed Yuan Sage into a coma with one punch, which was really amazing.

However, the discussion did not last long, and a ray of light falling from the sky interrupted everyone's discussion.

The glow dissipated, and a middle-aged man appeared in the eyes of everyone in the Dao Hall, this middle-aged man had a restrained breath, and at a glance he seemed to see a vast and boundless ocean, a powerhouse in the realm of Heavenly Dao Saints!

"The sermon begins!" the middle-aged man said lightly, without any nonsense, and began to preach directly after sitting on the lotus platform in the hall of the Dao.

There is no lotus flower, there is no sky, there is just a peaceful voice, the sound contains the Tao and the truth of the avenue, people can't help but indulge in it, and the mind has nothing else except this voice.

The mind was immersed in the perception of the Tao and the Principle of the Great Dao, and everyone did not feel the passage of time at all, as if it was just a breathing time in the past, but in fact, a day had passed.

When the peaceful voice disappeared for a long time, all the people in the Dao Hall slowly came back to their senses, and they only felt all the feelings in their hearts, and they couldn't help but go back to their own places to cultivate and digest the feelings in their hearts.

At this time, everyone who came back to their senses from the peaceful voice found that the Heavenly Dao Saint who was preaching had already left, and there was a person standing in front of the lotus platform where the Heavenly Dao Saint had been staying, and this person was about thirty years old.

The middle-aged man saw that everyone came back to their senses and said, "Now the person whose name I have named will come with me!"

"Xu Guan, He Ping, Lin Fan......"

Dozens of names spit out from the middle-aged man's mouth, Lin Fan noticed that these people who were named were all mixed yuan saints who had worshiped the Taiqing faction in the Taiqing faction's recruitment of disciples this time.

Lin Fan followed the middle-aged man and left the Lundao Hall with the other people whose names were named, but before leaving the Lundao Palace, Lin Fan felt a gaze full of resentment staring at him behind him.

Without looking back, Lin Fan guessed who the owner of that resentful gaze was, it was Wutong who had been knocked unconscious by himself before the sermon began.

Lin Fan didn't take such a role as Wutong to heart, Wutong was just the realm of the late stage of the Mixed Yuan Saint, and this kind of strength could not pose any threat to himself.

Follow the middle-aged man all the way out of the Lundao Hall and come to another huge building.

"Okay! this is it!" the middle-aged man said, "You will participate in the inner disciple assessment here, and those who pass the assessment will become inner disciples!" (to be continued......)