"Deputy Deacon Zheng" "Deputy Deacon Zheng" He Gou calmed down and hurriedly knelt down and patted Deputy Deacon Zheng on the face.
The touch was hot.
Deputy Deacon Zheng was knocked to the ground by Meng Fan, and he was really frightened.
He was worried that Meng Fan couldn't stand Deputy Deacon Zheng's repeated provocations and couldn't help but show his true cultivation.
But after thinking about it carefully, Meng Fan did indeed use the middle stage of Earth Xuan cultivation to blast Deputy Deacon Zheng, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Senior's methods are really powerful, and they are beyond my reach."
He Gou thought so.
Jin Lian'er and everyone present also had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Even though they were watching the palm, they also felt an aura locked by the shadow of the palm.
They probably wouldn't be able to avoid it.
The two immortal realm experts felt it even more deeply because of their cultivation.
His lips moved, but no words came out.
Because even Meng Fan understood the difficult palm, how could they tell the reason?
As for why Deputy Deacon Zheng fell to the ground, they naturally saw that Deputy Deacon Zheng did not use his body-protecting Qi at all, and simply withstood the palm with his physical strength.
So if Meng Fan can knock down Deputy Deacon Zheng, they can accept it.
At the same time, he recognized Meng Fan’s actual combat ability.
Very different reactions "Hmm" Under He Gou's patting, Deputy Deacon Zheng opened his eyes in confusion and wiped his face with his hands, his face was burning with pain.
"Don't move."
He Gou said kindly, "The skin will peel off if you move.
Go back to the sect and ask the doctor to apply some burn medicine on you."
"What's wrong with my face?"
Deputy Deacon Zheng stood up holding He Gou's arm.
His face looked as if it had been scalded with boiling water, and his tongue hurt when he spoke.
"It's no big deal."
He Gou said, holding back a smile.
Song Zheliu was also pinching his legs hard, for fear that he would laugh.
"You boy!"
Deputy Deacon Zheng pointed at Meng Fan angrily.
He seemed to realize that his reaction was not right.
He smiled coldly and turned to Jin Lian'er, "Miss Lian'er, he has no actual combat ability at all.
I didn't even use my body-protecting energy, so I just carried him down."
"Stop talking."
Jin Lian'er interrupted Deputy Deacon Zheng and looked at the two immortal realm experts.
"It can pass."
"It can pass."
The two immortal realm experts expressed their opinions at the same time.
Among the strong men in the row, those who had not nodded to express their stance just now also nodded.
Jin Lian'er lowered her gaze to Meng Fan's face, muttered to herself that no one is perfect, and then said: "Passed."
He Gou was really relieved this time.
Song Zheliu hurriedly offered his congratulations to Meng Fan.
Meng Fan pretended to be tired and walked away from the middle of the lobby.
The small recruitment was quite troublesome, but he unexpectedly understood a bit of the shocking palm of the old man Tiandao, and he was secretly happy again.
The harvest was not small.
With time, If you practice it, the power of that palm will definitely be extraordinary, and it will become a magic spell of immortality.
It might even become his strongest spell After passing, he and Song Zheliu left the lobby and waited in a side hall of the ancestral hall.
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It was not until late evening that the recruitment of hundreds of people came to an end.
In the end, only forty or fifty people were recruited.
But among those forty or fifty people, none of them faced a greater test than Meng Fan.
Meng Fan didn't show any brilliance either.
Jin Lian'er, who was astonished by Meng Fan, became bored with the display behind her, and later stopped watching at all.
She didn't collect any information about the murderer that day, so she went back to the south under the escort of a group of strong men.
No faction.
The weather was also very bad that day, with raindrops falling from the gray clouds from time to time.
In such weather, Meng Fan and Song Zheliu followed the Nanwu Sect to the Nanwu Sect located in Wushen Mountain.
There are five peaks in Wushen Mountain.
Furong Peak, Golden Lotus Peak, Yuquan Peak, Yingxian Peak and Yunjufeng.
The five peaks are like five fingers, reaching straight into the sky.
Under the cover of dark clouds, they look even more dangerous and majestic.
As we got closer, we could see countless buildings densely clustered on the five peaks from top to bottom, such as a high-hanging tower with an astonishing air.
There was a magnificent palace built on the top of each peak.
Song Zheliu whispered to Meng Fan , those are all inhabited by the leader.
Each peak is like five fingers, and the flat terrain between the five peaks is the palm of your hand.
Meng Fan stepped on the stone steps and climbed all the way to the third peak, Golden Lotus Peak.
Looking down, he saw a large palace built on the palm of his hand, protected by the steep five peaks.
One of the halls was very conspicuous.
Song Zheliu whispered again Meng Fan, that grand hall is called Qianyuan Hall, and the head Gongye Chunmu is there.
Meng Fan took a few more glances at the main hall.
Zhou Yutong is most likely there, and we must find an opportunity to explore.
As for the secret realm of spiritual grass, I don’t know where it is.
He couldn't ask at this time.
As we move forward, the terrain gets higher and higher, and the raindrops suddenly become denser, hitting the surrounding vegetation with a crashing sound.
The white clouds evaporate and roll in the wind, and we can no longer see far away.
People walking on the mountain peaks As if walking on the clouds, you can occasionally hear birds singing and cranes singing.
Meng Fan couldn't help but admire: "The Cave Heaven Paradise is nothing more than that."
When he reached the middle of Golden Lotus Peak, He Gou asked all the monks who had been recruited to stop and said that the area for outer disciples had arrived and they were not allowed to go any further.
Meng Fan glanced above.
The clouds covered the place and he couldn't see anything.
It was filled with a trace of mystery.
Next, He Gou sent several disciples to lead the monks to handle matters related to settling in Golden Lotus Peak, but only Meng Fan and Song Zheliu were left behind.
"I'll just let my disciples help with those little things."
He Gou smiled at the two of them, "Let's pick a good place to live first."
"Thank you, thank you."
Song Zheliu, who looked upright, once again realized the benefits of having connections and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you for taking care of me in the future."
"You're welcome, you're welcome."
He Gou waved his hand.
After walking for a long time along a steep mountain road, we finally reached the place where Song Zheliu's clothes had been wetted by the rain, and He Gou's hair was also covered with fine raindrops.
Meng Fan, who had already entered the realm of immortality, could have avoided the rain.
Those who are wet with it have no choice but to let the raindrops fall on them because of the presence of Song Zheliu.
Pointing to the wooden corridors built on the steep mountain, He Gou said: "Each small building has two floors.
Two people live on each floor and four people live on the first floor.
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You can choose the one that suits your needs.
This accommodation environment is great.
Shibazhongshan is considered good, other sects only have several people living in one house.”
He Gou also pointed out that the area was already occupied by people, so he couldn't choose.
In fact, there are not many to choose from.
Meng Fan looked at the densely packed small buildings and said, "The noise caused by the large number of people affects cultivation.
Is there a more remote place to live?"
The intention is very simple, it is convenient to do things in a remote place.
But it can't be said.
He Gou thought for a while and said: "There is a place, a rare small courtyard, but there is something evil in that place.
Whoever lives there will die
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