"right!"
The old man with demon bones looked at Zhao Fan piously, and he slowly recalled: "My life span is ninety million trillion years, and in the first year of my birth, I have already entered the ancestral realm, and even broke into it in one fell swoop. The pinnacle of the ancestral realm.”
Zhao Fan was stunned after hearing this.
When he is only one year old, isn't that equivalent to a baby?
Oh shit!
The starting points of some alien creatures are really high!
The baby has reached the pinnacle of the ancestral realm...
Then, the old man with demon bones continued: "Since then, I have realized that my strength has reached a bottleneck that cannot be broken away, and it is impossible to go any further. So far, I have been studying the secret method of hiding, well, then It has the effect it has now.”
"..."
Zhao Fan was speechless.
Ninety million trillion years!
I am afraid that my life is less than that of the old man with demon bones!
However, for such a long time, he actually studied the hidden secret method.
This perseverance, this perseverance.
I have to say, I admire it!
The efforts of the old man with demon bones were also rewarded.
After all, even Zhao Fan's perception, which was blessed by the essence of the treasure, could not detect its flaws.
Fortunately, he defeated the opponent with the characteristics of Xu Jue Bronze.
The old man's physical strength is not bad, barely comparable to that of the students of the Holy Academy.
"You are very good, I admire you."
Zhao Fan simply said eight words.
This made the old man with demon bones look happy. Judging from the former's attitude, he should be willing to follow him.
"Demon Bones, pay homage to the Lord!"
The old man with demon bones stood up and saluted solemnly.
Zhao Fan smiled and said: "Devil Bones, from now on, you are my second follower in Feng Qian Country."
"second?"
The old man with demon bones turned his head and looked at Chu Xuanling. The first follower seemed to be average in every aspect...
As for alien races, their aesthetic appreciation of appearance is different from that of normal creatures, but it is not as outrageous as the second world of gods.
Chu Xuanling's appearance is basically average in the eyes of foreigners.
But according to Zhao Fan's judgment standards, it's pretty good.
"Demon Bones, you will be my little brother from now on, do you understand?" Chu Xuanling shook his fist.
"Ahem."
The old man with Demonic Bones was still seriously injured and coughed.
"Xuan Ling, give him some healing elixir." Zhao Fan said.
Although he has a bunch of elixirs, they are all from outside. They are not suitable for foreigners and can easily expose himself.
"good."
Chu Xuanling picked out the secrets of the Flying Scorpion Society and took out a pill.
After taking it, the old man with demon bone said gratefully: "Thank you, Lord, for the gift."
He turned his palm and handed a scroll to Zhao Fan, "My lord, this is the latest version of my secret method of concealment."
"Yeah." Zhao Fan took it.
Old Man Demon Bone has been pursuing better concealment effects and constantly adjusting accounts, so now it is the latest version.
Zhao Fan started reading with interest.
Chu Xuanling was curious and wanted to poke his head in to take a look.
The old man with demon bones stretched out his hand to block the other party's sight, "You are not allowed to look."
"How stingy." Chu Xuanling showed contempt.
Zhao Fan, on the other hand, watched with relish and no longer even had any interest in watching the battle.
Gradually, his eyes lit up, "Wonderful, Demon Bones, your way of thinking and your hiding methods are something I have never thought of."
Zhao Fan believed that no matter how much time he was given, he would never be able to study in this direction better than the Old Man with Demonic Bones.
because.
The old man with demon bones has an outstanding talent for concealment, and he has spent an extremely long time to create the latest version.
"Demon Bones, does your secret method of concealment have a name?" Zhao Fan asked.
"I've never taken it before, but I hope the Lord will give me a name." The old man with demon bones said with a smile.
"Tsk, tsk." Chu Xuanling curled her lips. She didn't believe that she was so fond of concealment that she didn't even have a name. She was obviously taking the opportunity to flatter him!
"Then let's call it "The Magic Walk", how about it?"
Zhao Fan asked.
"Magic travel?"
The old man with demon bones recited it twice and said with admiration: "As expected of your Lord, I have always been worried about not having a suitable name. In a short time, Lord, I came up with the most perfect name in my mind!"
Chu Xuanling raised his hand, covered his face and snickered.
This is too funny.
Zhao Fan, on the other hand, was immersed in this hidden secret.
In this state, you can't feel the passage of time.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Chu Xuanling pushed Zhao Fan's arm to bring him back to his senses, "Brother Zhao, it's your turn again!"
"Ah? Is it already the sixth round?"
Zhao Fan raised his head and looked.
The activation countdown is imminent.
He didn't waste a moment and directly touched the token with his mind.
Golden light manifests.
Zhao Fan's figure moved to the void battlefield.
Only 173 players entered the sixth round.
Right now, the sixth round is halfway through.
Zhao Fan stood on the battlefield, still thinking about the "Magic Walk" in his mind.
His opponent in the sixth round still did not appear.
The Lord of Tianye City directly announced Zhao Fan's victory.
Have no idea!
Whether it was the sword madman who was the best in head-to-head confrontation, or the old man with demon bones who concealed his methods, they all fell under the sword of the white-robed figure.
Even among the strong men who made it to the sixth round, few dared to touch Zhao Fan's edge...
Zhao Fan went through the motions and returned to the leaning chair.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Congratulations, Your Majesty, for entering the seventh round." The old man with demon bones said with a smile.
Chu Xuanling rolled his eyes, "Congratulations on this? Isn't it normal?"
"Haha." Zhao Fan smiled. The character of this demon bone is a bit like a dog-headed snake. He will not let go of the opportunity to flatter him.
He picked up the scroll and said: "Xuanling. Demonic Bones, I continue to study. Remember to call me in the next round."
"OK."
"As commanded."
Chu Xuanling and the old man with demon bones responded at the same time.
After many battles.
The sixth round came to an end.
There are only 87 contestants who have entered the seventh round.
Destined to have a bye.
The Lord of Tianye City above noticed what scroll Zhao Fan was studying, and his heart moved, causing the scroll to tremble.
The first game of the seventh round.
The four numbers "3156" appeared on the scroll, but his opponent's name was blank.
"Seventh round, first game, player No. 3156 gets a bye and advances to the eighth round."
After Tianye City Lord made the announcement, the numbers for both sides of the second battle appeared on the scroll.
Many viewers had no objections.
"Even if the Dark Night Sword God doesn't get a bye, there's a high probability that his opponents won't dare to play."
"Yes, there is no difference. If you go there, you will die."
"In my opinion, I am afraid that only in the final round of the six-to-three battle will we be able to see the Dark Night Sword God take action again."
"Yes, if you make it to the top six and give up without even trying, that would be too unacceptable."
"I'm afraid that another strong man will fall under the sword of the Dark Night Sword God."
Following the discussion.
The seventh round was one game at a time.
Forty-four contestants, including Zhao Fan, entered the eighth round.
…
"Brother Zhao, it's your turn again."
Chu Xuanling pushed Zhao Fan, and the old man with demon bones on the other side also said: "Your Majesty."
Zhao Fan's thoughts broke away from "The Magic Walk", "It's the eighth round?"
