Chapter 3 Shock the Second Floor

Chen Fan followed a path to the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Behind the martial arts pavilion is a cliff, surrounded by mountain flowers blooming, surrounded by green trees, very quiet.

Along the way, Chen Fan met a few outer disciples, holding a book in his hand and leaving as if they were treasures. These people have just picked up their favorite martial arts from the martial arts pavilion and are eager to practice.

A few people saw Chen Fan with a look of ridicule on his face. A young man in a yellow shirt shouted: "Waste, what are you doing in the martial arts pavilion, do you want to sneak in and steal the martial arts while the elders of the pavilion are drunk?"

"Bold, how dare you despise the elder Shouge, what are you to blame!" Facing the ridicule of the young man in yellow shirt, Chen Fan shouted loudly, causing the young man in yellow shirt to look stunned.

Not only the yellow-shirted boy, but also the other boys nearby were stunned.

"Waste, how dare you yell at me!" The yellow-shirted youth who had recovered his senses showed embarrassment. He wanted to ridicule Chen Fan just now, but Chen Fan changed his temperament and dared to yell at him. The sound made him stunned for a moment.

"Hmph, how important is the martial arts pavilion, what is the cultivation of the elders of the pavilion, let alone me, even if a fly wants to fly in, it can't escape the eyes of the elders of the pavilion. You say that I want to take advantage of the elders of the pavilion to get drunk. When you sneak in to steal martial arts, you are not despising the elders of the pavilion!"

Chen Fan's words changed the expression of the young man in yellow shirt, and secretly glanced at the old man at the entrance of the martial arts pavilion.

This old man was leaning on the steps, holding a gourd filled with wine in his hand, his head was about to droop to his chest, and he could smell the strong alcohol smell on his body from a distance, and he didn't know if he was really drunk.

Seeing that the elder Shouge didn't notice this, the yellow-shirted young man breathed a sigh of relief, because Chen Fan's words were right, and what he said just now was indeed contempt for the elder.

"Waste, don't spit your blood. My admiration for the elders of the pavilion is like a surging river. How can you despise the elders at all, you are slandering me!"

Chen Fan disdainfully said: "I slander you, do you need it? There are a lot of elders in the pavilion. I won't care about you this time, so hurry up!"

"Trash, you wait for me!"

The young man in yellow shirt stared at Chen Fan angrily, and then looked at the elder of the guardian pavilion, afraid that he would wake up the elder guardian of the pavilion by staying here and fight with Chen Fan. At that time, the elder of the pavilion would really ask him to settle the account, and he would say a cruel word. , and ran directly.

Chen Fan didn't take the words of the young man in yellow shirt to heart, he was no longer what he was before, so how could he be humiliated by others.

Stepping towards the martial arts pavilion, there are still a few people who have not left. They want to see Chen Fan make a fool of himself, and a waste in the refining realm also wants to enter the martial arts pavilion.

Although the martial arts pavilion is guarded by the elders of the pavilion, the entrance and exit gates, as well as between each floor, have a layer of mask, and only those with corresponding cultivation can pass through the mask.

Chen Fan is in the realm of body refinement, and he can't even enter the gate of the martial arts pavilion. They want to see how Chen Fan makes a fool of himself.

"Little guy, your flattery is a bit too much." Just as Chen Fan walked in front of the elder Shouge, the old man suddenly said, but he didn't look up.

Hearing the old man's words, Chen Fan touched the tip of his nose.

He actually used the old man's majesty to humiliate the young man in yellow shirt just now, but he didn't expect the old man to hear it clearly. It seemed that he was not really drunk, but was sleeping here.

"Elder Mingjian, what the disciple said is the truth." Chen Fan said quickly.

At this time, the old man waved his hand and hummed: "Don't be nervous, although the flattery is a bit too much, but I like it. Come in. According to the rules of the sect, you can only select martial skills on the first floor below the third stage of Qigong."

"Disciple understands." Chen Fan nodded, bowed to the old man again, and then stepped into the gate of the martial arts pavilion.

A few outside disciples who were waiting to see Chen Fan make a fool of himself saw that Chen Fan stopped for a moment in front of the elder Shouge, and then stepped into the gate of the martial arts pavilion, stunned on the spot.

what happened?

The waste from the outer door actually entered the martial arts pavilion. Could it be that he has broken through to the qigong stage?

"It must be the Shouge elder who opened the back door for him!" Someone speculated viciously.

The martial arts pavilion is very large, with a radius of several hundred meters. There are rows of bookshelves, and there are at least tens of thousands of martial arts and martial arts.

From low to high, martial arts are divided into four levels: Huang, Xuan, Earth, and Heaven, and each level is further divided into lower, middle, and upper levels.

The outer sect martial arts pavilion is only used by the outer sect disciples, and the outer sect disciples are basically in the Qi Gathering Realm, so the highest level in the martial arts pavilion is also the Huang rank superior. On the third floor, the cultivation level of Qigong seventh stage is required. to go up.

The martial skills on the first floor are all inferior to the yellow level, and there are a lot of them. Chen Fan briefly glanced at them. The power was limited, which made him a little disdainful. He glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor, and his heart moved.

The higher the level of martial arts, the greater the power naturally. He wanted to choose a yellow-level middle-class martial arts to practice. After all, he had already lost too much to others at the starting line, so he naturally wanted to make up for it as soon as possible.

"Although I'm only at the second rank of Qigong, my strength is now 2,600 jin, which is comparable to a late-stage qigong fighter. Although the elder said that one needs to be at the third rank of Qigong to go to the second floor, I'll try it out. If it doesn't work, I'll try again. Lou chooses a martial art."

Chen Fan thought about it and walked towards the second floor stairs.

As soon as he stepped on the first step, Chen Fan felt that his body was blocked. A transparent diaphragm appeared in front of him, and it was this diaphragm that blocked his way up.

Chen Fan was not surprised by this.

There are so many disciples entering the martial arts pavilion every day, and the pavilion elders can’t keep staring at everyone to see who can go to the second floor and who can only be on the first floor.

This layer of air film played the role of screening. Only when the cultivation base reached the standard can one go up. The second stage of Chen Fan's qigong was obviously not up to the standard.

But Chen Fan was not discouraged. His whole body was full of vitality, and he poured out, fighting against the gas membrane, trying to forcibly break the gas membrane and break in.

He moved forward step by step, pressing the air film into the depression, but the air film was extremely tough and did not break, and there was a huge rebound force that kept pouring out, trying to bounce Chen Fan out.

Chen Fan clenched his teeth tightly, resisting this rebound force, and continued to move forward. The strength of his muscles and bones was mobilized, his veins bulged, his face turned red, and the blood in his body flowed quickly.

Outside the martial arts pavilion, the pavilion elder picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine. The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "It's a good person with firm will and tenacity. Miaozi, for the sake of you flattering this elder, I will help you..."

At this time, Chen Fan, who was almost unable to hold on, suddenly heard a cracking sound, and saw cobweb-like cracks appearing in the air membrane in front of him, and then he only felt that the force of the air membrane rebounded quickly. Reduced, he stepped forward fiercely.

With a thud, the air film blocking him was completely shattered. Due to inertia, Chen Fan's body staggered forward and almost fell.

Chen Fan stabilized his body and found that he had stepped on the second step. He glanced back, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Just now, he had clearly reached the limit, and the next moment he would be shot out by the terrifying rebound force accumulated by the air film, but at that moment, the blocking force of the air film weakened a lot, and it weakened to the level of the third stage of Qigong. In this way, he can break the air film at that moment.

"what happened?"

Chen Fan was a little confused, but for him, breaking the barrier of the air film and being able to set foot on the second floor to select martial arts was a great thing for him.

Without thinking much, Chen Fan rushed to the second floor in a few steps.

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