Su Fan stayed in the cave for three days before going out for a walk. After all, he had to pretend to be seriously injured, so he had to show off.
The monks living in nearby caves were all people like him who had withdrawn from the first line of defense.
Su Fan chatted with a few monks. Some people have returned one after another in the past few days, but the number is not large, and their condition is quite miserable.
You can guess without asking, there is no chance of you surviving from the first line of defense.
Countless foundation-building monks were filled into the big hole of the first line of defense. Su Fan and others had completed their mission as cannon fodder.
The monks who had withdrawn from the first line of defense were all enclosed in a fixed area and were not allowed to come into contact with the monks on the front line.
Perhaps for fear of affecting morale, the news of the collapse of the first line of defense should have been blocked by the major immortal sects in the Central Plains.
Although it delayed the attack of the foreign demons and greatly damaged Da Luotian's effective strength, it was indeed too tragic after the first line of defense collapsed.
These people escaped only after narrowly escaping from death. It can be said that they all crawled out from the pile of dead people.
Not only did these people have low morale, but most of them were seriously injured, so the senior officials of the Central Plains Immortal Sect did not want them to stay on the front line.
In the past few days, Da Luotian has begun to launch attacks on the second line of defense, but they have all ended in failure.
Because of the better preparations and the continuous arrival of monks from the rear for support, the second line of defense has been built to be impregnable.
As Da Luotian's offensive became more and more crazy, the battle became more and more fierce.
A few days later, a golden elixir monk gathered them together, and then took a flying boat to the rear to make repairs.
These monks who were withdrawn from the front line took more than a hundred super spaceships when they came, but when they returned, not even one super spaceship was full.
Su Fan sat cross-legged in the cabin, looking at the other monks in the cabin, and found that there was no one he recognized.
Su Fan walked around these days, trying to find Li Zhen, Zhou Qi and a few other people he knew, but he couldn't find any of them.
None of the foundation-building monks from the Shuiyue Sect were found, and they should all have died on the front lines.
The monks in the cabin spent most of their time recovering from their injuries. They rarely chatted, and no one talked about the battlefield. The atmosphere in the entire spacecraft was extremely depressing.
Su Fan and others were the first batch of monks to support the battlefield. They all took a flying boat to the front line, and many of them became very good friends.
Everyone fought fiercely on the first line of defense for many days, watching helplessly as the people in the team fell one by one. Especially after the battle line collapsed, most of them did not escape.
This has also caused many monks to be on the verge of emotional collapse.
The super airship that Su Fan and the others took did not land in Qinglian Fairy City. Instead, it traveled for more than half a month and sent them to a large city to settle down.
Su Fan followed the flow of people off the flying boat and once again formed a long queue for registration and reorganization.
When Su Fan reached the queue, he came to a table with two golden elixir monks sitting behind the table.
"Identity Talisman..."
After hearing this, Su Fan quickly took out his identity jade talisman and handed it over.
A Jindan Daoist took the jade talisman, scratched it on the array disk on the table, and instantly propped up a miniature light curtain.
The other party looked at the content on the light screen and was stunned. He turned his head and glanced at Su Fan.
Su Fan was a little confused by the other party's look and didn't know what happened.
At this time, another Jindan master also came over. He glanced at the screen and looked at Su Fan with surprise.
"Seniors, is there anything wrong?"
The two Jindan masters looked at each other, and then laughed.
"Well...there's nothing wrong..."
After the other party finished speaking, he handed back his identity jade token, but Su Fan found that the eyes of the two of them were strange, as if they had picked up money when they went out.
This city is called "Chiyunfang" and is said to be located within the sphere of influence of a super sect.
Almost all the monks in "Chiyunfang" have been recruited and transferred to the front line. There are no people in the whole city and it looks empty.
They, the first batch of cannon fodder to fill the pit, were given a three-month repair period, which also made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
They could finally rest comfortably for a few days. If they were sent to the battlefield again, they, the cannon fodder who had narrowly escaped death, would have an emotional breakdown.
Su Fan was assigned to a separate room. He lay down as soon as he entered the room and fell asleep soon after.
When he was on the front line, even if there was no fighting on weekdays, his heart was always so tight that he couldn't even sleep well.
Now that he finally returned to the rear, he relaxed immediately.
Su Fan slept for a full day and night before he woke up. He stood up and stretched before walking out of the room.
He came to a nearby square, where stood a demon-suppressing monument more than ten feet high, and many monks gathered below.
He also walked over and stood in the crowd to look at the newly updated message on the Demon Suppression Monument.
When the demon-slaying rankings were refreshed again, Su Fan also saw his name, which also stunned him.
When did I become the top of the demon-slaying ranking list?
If it were another person, he would have started to brag a long time ago, publicizing his achievements everywhere, for fear that others would not know that he was at the top of the demon-slaying ranking list.
But in Su Fan's opinion, this is not a good thing.
Su Fan quickly turned around and left the square, hurried back to his room, for fear of being recognized by others.
After sitting cross-legged in the room and thinking for a while, he finally figured it out.
He killed two foreign demons on the front line, destroyed a teleportation altar in Daluotian, and killed so many low-level demons.
With so many achievements added up, it is not difficult to become the top of the demon-slaying ranking list.
No wonder the two Jindan masters kept staring at him when he was registering.
It seems that he was still a little sloppy on the battlefield. This is good. Now he can't hide even if he wants to.
He also wanted to keep a low profile, but his strength didn't allow it.
Su Fan's biggest worry now is that he doesn't know how to explain to others how he achieved this record.
Because of this matter, he was so worried that his brain ached.
Every time a monk kills a demon on the battlefield, it will be recorded in real time by the demon-suppressing tablet, and there is no way to fake it.
Love as much as you like, that’s it anyway.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.
Thinking of this, Su Fan took out a food box from the Najie, with meat buns neatly stacked inside.
He took out a simple stove, lit the spiritual wood charcoal, and made himself a pot of steaming mutton soup.
Su Fan also made some mixed vegetables and kimchi for himself, which were fragrant and refreshing, with a fresh aftertaste.
After drinking a large pot of mutton soup and eating dozens of meat buns with mixed vegetables, it was a comfortable and warm meal.
Su Fan touched his swollen belly and felt that his life was complete.
He couldn't eat well or sleep well every day on the front line, so he could only rely on Bigu Pill to satisfy his needs. What kind of life was he living?
The next day, as soon as Su Fan got up, he heard a knock on the door.
Su Fan opened the door and saw a Qi training disciple wearing an Immortal Sect robe standing outside the door.
"You are Senior Su, right? Master Haoxuan summoned you..."
After listening to the other party's words, Su Fan couldn't help but sigh, what was supposed to come had come.
He nodded to the qi training disciple, and then followed him out of the room.
The qi-training disciple of the Immortal Sect turned around to look at him secretly from time to time. He hadn't gone very far when he finally couldn't help it anymore.
"Senior, is your name Su Fan..."
Su Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Well... I'm Su Fan..."
The other party immediately became excited after hearing this. He looked at Su Fan with admiration on his face.
"Senior, you are so awesome. You topped the list of demon slayers and gave our Central Plains Immortal Sect a fierce fight..."
Su Fan complained secretly, "Do you think I think it is because I am not forced to do it?"
Now he didn't want to talk to him about such nonsense, so he changed the subject.
"Which sect are you from?"
"Senior, my name is Meng Li, and I am a disciple of Huoyun Dao Palace. All the senior brothers have gone to the front line, and I am the only one assigned to serve in this place where rabbits don't poop."
After Meng Li finished speaking, he sighed, somewhat unwillingly.
Su Fan couldn't help but secretly sigh, Huoyun Taoist Palace is a super sect in the Central Plains. The sect is famous for its inheritance of weaponry, and most of the sect's disciples major in weaponry.
He is a disciple of the Super Immortal Sect, so there is no comparison at all.
Only when the cannon fodder like them are almost dead will the monks of these super sects take the lead.
The identity of this Meng Li is not simple. He should be a family member of the Huoyundao Palace.
The fighting on the front line was so brutal, and he was still assigned such a leisurely job. It must have been specially arranged by the elders in the family.
Meng Li was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He probably hadn't been down the mountain much and had almost no experience.
He is quite kind-hearted and very simple.
Along the way, he asked a lot about the front line, and Su Fan picked out some nice things to tell him. He wouldn't go to the battlefield anyway.
"Senior, I also want to go to the front line, but my elders placed me here..."
After hearing Meng Li's words, Su Fan's nose almost became angry.
This kid really doesn't know how to be blessed despite being blessed.
But what else can he say? Do you want to tell him that his group of people is almost dead?
Su Fan followed Meng Li all the way to a monastery in Fang City.
"Senior, Master Haoxuan is on the second floor. Please go and see him..."
Su Fan walked into the monastery and reached the second floor, where he saw three Jindan masters sitting in the hall, waiting for him.
He quickly took a few steps and gave a big salute to the three Jindan Masters.
"Greetings to all seniors..."
The late Jindan cultivator sitting at the top waved his hand at him.
"Get up, come and sit..."
Although the Jindan senior said so, Su Fan did not dare to sit in front of the three of them, and just stood there politely.
"Well...the physical foundation is pretty good..."
"The spirit is also very solid. He must have put in a lot of hard work..."
The two Jindan masters sitting at the bottom commented on him one after another.
The late-stage Jindan cultivator in the middle had a look in his eyes, and Su Fan instantly felt like he was being looked at clearly.
"Hey...this bird I raised is a bit interesting..."
Su Fanhan has come down. Fortunately, before he came, he hid all the belongings of the Demon Sect in the house, otherwise he would have to be seen through by these three old guys.
He slapped the animal bag and summoned the "Ghost Crow".
Su Fan has not summoned the "Ghost Crow" for a while, but he has suppressed it so much that it flies around as soon as it comes out.
But as soon as it flapped its wings, it found three real human beings with extremely powerful auras sitting in front of it, and it immediately became frightened.
"Ghost Crow" quickly hid on Su Fan's shoulder and buried his head behind his head while trembling.
"This is the Ghost Crow..."
Su Fan stretched out his hand to comfort "Ghost Crow" and then nodded.
"When I first hatched it, I didn't even recognize it. I found out after consulting many ancient books..."
"You have a good chance. Even in the Western Wilderness, ghost crows are rare to see..."
"This junior also got a beast egg accidentally. I didn't expect to have such an opportunity..."
At this time, the Jindan master sitting in the middle glanced at the two people beside him.
"Well... you have a good heart..."
"It's rare to win without being arrogant..."
After listening to the words of the two real people around him, the late-stage Jindan monk laughed.
"I never thought that our Central Plains Immortal Sect could have such outstanding geniuses..."
After he finished speaking, he took a deep look at Su Fan and then waved his hand.
"Okay, go ahead..."
After hearing this, Su Fan quickly bowed and saluted, and then slowly exited the monastery.
He was a little confused. What on earth did these three men want to do when they came to him?
As for praising him for being a genius, that's probably what people said.
He is still self-aware that he is a useless person with only one or four spiritual roots.
Fortunately, they didn't ask how he achieved these achievements. If they asked him, he really wouldn't know how to explain it.
Su Fan walked out of the monastery and saw Meng Li waiting for him.
"Senior, you're out..."
Su Fan nodded at him. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something.
"Xiao Meng, those Jindan masters are..."
"You are talking about those three people. They are all Jindan masters of our Huoyun Dao Palace. Master Haoxuan is also my master uncle..."
After listening to Meng Li's words, Su Fan became even more confused.
Three Jindan masters from the Super Immortal Sect tormented him and sent him back without asking anything.
What do you think these three old guys are trying to do?
"Senior, you are the only one summoned by my uncle among so many monks..."
Su Fan shook his head with a smile, not taking the other party's words seriously at all.
It is estimated that these three old guys are just idle and want to see what kind of person the monk who topped the demon-slaying ranking is like.
But seeing that he was just a loser with four spiritual roots, he was polite to him and then sent him back.
Su Fan chatted with Meng Li for a few more words, then said goodbye to him and returned to the cave.
In the next few days, Su Fan never left the house, and stayed comfortably in the house every day.
Fortunately, except for the people from Huoyun Taoist Palace and the monks who came to "Chiyunfang", no one knew his name, and no one came to harass him these days.
But before he could feel comfortable for a few days, Meng Li came to the door.
People came to the door, and Su Fan couldn't turn him away, so he could only let him into the house.
"Congratulations, senior. I will have to call you uncle from now on..."
What the hell...
Why the hell do you call me uncle?
Seeing Su Fan's confused look, Meng Li quickly explained.
"Senior, you don't know yet, but Master Haoxuan's uncle has already admitted you into our Huoyun Dao Palace..."
After hearing Meng Li's words, Su Fan was stunned.
What the hell...
Are all the Super Immortal Sects so overbearing? Wouldn't they say something to me when they brought me into the mountain gate?
This is not a forced act...bah bah...
Isn't this forced buying and selling?
If Su Fan had been accepted by the Super Immortal Sect before, he would have been able to laugh out of his dreams.
But at this time, Su Fan had the urge to bring him into the sect because Huo Yun Dao Palace wanted him to be used as cannon fodder.
When I think about the people in "Chiyunfang", they are all people who crawled out from the dead.
These people have experienced the cruelest battlefield test and are definitely the best cannon fodder.
Huo Yun Dao Palace took these people under its sect when the war situation was at its most cruel. This calculation was extremely accurate.
(End of chapter)
