Chapter 103 I Am Too Strong!

Meng Fan shook his head and said, "Disciple is not in a hurry.

Although he really wanted to return to Shushan Sword Sect earlier, he didn't mind these few days.

Just to go back two or three days earlier, he made himself look very unsociable and special. It's not worth it. It's totally unnecessary.

"By the way, Master, this mission should be completed successfully, right?"

Old Lin frowned slightly, his face was a little complicated.

"The mission was indeed completed, but it can't be said to be successful!"

"Why? Is it because of casualties?"

Seeing Old Lin's expression, Meng Fan had already made some guesses.

The plan formulated by the three sects was originally foolproof.

But in fact, the monsters in the demon domain are much stronger than the three sects imagined.

It was the spies sent into the demon domain before that sent inaccurate information to the sect.

Because they underestimated the monsters in the demon domain, the three sects should have suffered a lot of losses in this mission.

"Yes, the casualties this time are much more serious than expected! "Old Lin said helplessly.

"In fact, our Shushan Sword Sect is not bad. We have good luck. The monster force we chose is the weakest among the three!

The other two monster forces both hide extremely terrifying monsters.

Wuji Sword Sect and Kunlun Sword Sect eliminated the monsters of the two forces at the cost of more than half of their casualties!

So our Shushan Sword Sect suffered the least casualties. "

Hearing what Old Lin said, Meng Fan nodded and said nothing.

Since there are three forces, they must be equally strong. How could two be strong and one weak?

The force chosen by Shushan Sword Sect also has terrifying monsters!

It was just that Meng Fan killed them alone, so Shushan Sword Sect did not suffer so many casualties!

The only person who knew about this was Nie Bing. This guy had also been killed by Meng Fan and blasted into pieces.

So Meng Fan naturally would not reveal this news.

Even if he was facing Old Lin, he would not say it!

"Our Shushan Sword Sect is indeed lucky. "Meng Fan said with a smile.

Five days later, the passage to the demon domain was closed, and the three sects counted the number of people.

We must see the person alive, and the body if dead!

Someone is destined to die in the demon domain, and even the body cannot be found.

Each sect is ready to send some people to the demon domain to search for the "missing people".

There are also people who explored the demon domain before, and the information they spread was wrong, and they will also be strictly investigated.

But these things have nothing to do with Meng Fan, he doesn't care about them at all.

He has already set out on the journey back to Shushan Sword Sect with Elder Lin.

Shushan Sword Sect!

When When Meng Fan returned to the Sword Pavilion, a smile appeared on his face, and he felt relaxed.

Unconsciously, Meng Fan had already regarded the Sword Pavilion as his home.

Although he could walk sideways in the Monster Domain, those who had higher cultivation than him could not beat him one by one in the Monster Domain.

He could be the king of the Monster Domain!

But he still didn't like the Monster Domain.

Because in the Monster Domain, the cultivation was sealed, and even cultivation was not allowed.

In this month, Meng Fan's cultivation did not improve at all!

Compared to in the Monster Domain, Being a tyrant in a corner, Meng Fan enjoys the pleasure brought by the improvement of his cultivation.

Cultivation!

Strength!

Becoming stronger!

is the kingly way...

Now that he has returned to the Shushan Sword Sect and the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan can finally start the mode of madly improving his cultivation!

Killing monsters in the monster domain is certainly a pleasure.

But compared with the pleasure of improving the realm of cultivation, it is still far less!

After returning to the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan greeted Brother Luo and chatted for a long time.

Night.

Meng Fan returned to his room and began to practice .

Although he could practice in Ghost Moon Valley a few days ago, there were so many people around that Meng Fan did not reveal his specialness.

At this moment, he took out the jade bottle of Liu Yanping.

A lotus appeared in Meng Fan's hand.

Xiaoqing immediately got out of Meng Fan's pocket, staring at Meng Fan eagerly, with a little mucus flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

It was saliva!

Meng Fan turned a blind eye. He thought the little guy was deliberately showing this look, so he was unmoved.

"Don't look at it, this is mine, you don't have a share! "Meng Fan said with a heart of stone.

Xiao Qing immediately slumped to the ground, life was hopeless.

Meng Fan plucked a petal and swallowed it into his mouth, without chewing it.

A moment later, a stream of refined spiritual power spread in his body.

He immediately began to practice the Pure Yang Transformation to Thunder Sutra.

The petals of this lotus, as Meng Fan imagined, were extremely precious natural treasures.

After a petal entered the stomach, the speed of practicing the Pure Yang Transformation to Thunder Sutra was even more exaggerated than riding a rocket.

Even the effect of the origin of the sword was far inferior to this petal!

Meng Fan felt that this petal was equivalent to the origin of the sword he had obtained from the Demon-Suppressing Sword.

After a sleepless night, Meng Fan was practicing madly!

When it was dawn, Meng Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes.

"Congratulations, Master, for breaking through to the seventh level of Zhenwu. "Hongqi's shadow floated out from the Hongqi sword and said to Meng Fan.

Xiaoqing looked at Hongqi curiously, with extremely puzzled eyes.

It was the first time it saw Hongqi!

Can a "person" come out of a sword?

For a little demon like Xiaoqing who had never seen the world, this scene was quite shocking.

Every time Meng Fan breaks through, Hong Qi will come out of the Hong Qi sword and congratulate Meng Fan, which has become a kind of ritual.

"It's just the seventh level of Zhenwu, not worth mentioning." Meng Fan shook his head and said calmly.

This time the calmness is not pretended.

For Meng Fan now, whether it is the seventh level of Zhenwu, the eighth level or the ninth level, it doesn't mean much.

Because his swordsmanship is too terrifying, it covers up his cultivation.

Whether it is the seventh level of Zhenwu or the ninth level of Zhenwu, it doesn't bless Meng Fan's combat power much!

There is no way, he is too strong.

The swordsmanship is too strong!

The realm and cultivation have fallen into the inferior.

Just like a child with a gun, the attack power is definitely higher than an adult with a slingshot.

However, when he reaches the Tianyuan realm, the impact will be great, and Meng Fan will have a qualitative change at that time.

Looking at the sky, it is getting brighter, so Meng Fan stopped practicing.

In a short time, he can no longer continue to take lotus petals.

Because Meng Fan only successfully absorbed half of the petal just now, and nearly half of the spiritual power was hidden in his body, which he needed to slowly refine and absorb.

Only after all the scattered spiritual power was absorbed, could he continue to take the second petal.

This time, Meng Fan roughly calculated, at least half a month!

At 7:00, Meng Fan came to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion as usual.

"You kid, you just came back and broke through to the seventh level of Zhenwu?" The first time Elder Lin saw Meng Fan, he smiled bitterly.

To be honest, this kind of thing has been seen many times, and Elder Lin is no longer surprised.

He often persuaded himself not to regard this disciple as a miscellaneous spiritual root.

If he regards it as a heavenly spiritual root, he will not be shocked.

If it doesn't work, just regard it as a divine spiritual root!