Lin Fan's journey on the continent at the center of the galaxy was smooth, and he rarely encountered any bad things.
He even felt that the monks on this continent were very kind and helped him solve all the troubles in his hands.
Who would have thought that bad things would happen so quickly. They had only lived here for a few days, and someone would come to their door, humiliate them, suspect that they were creatures in the dark, and want to kill them!
In this case, why are you waiting for others to humiliate you?
Just kill him!
Since they are not convinced, then beat them yourself!
He waved his fists, and these monks at the eighth and ninth levels of the Imperial Realm seemed to be made out of a thin layer of paper in his hands!
Easily penetrated!
He kept waving his fists, and in just an instant, thirteen creatures died!
Some were humans, some were mechanical creatures, and some were alien races that Lin Fan had never seen before.
In short, no matter what kind of creature it is, it looks extremely fragile in Lin Fan's hands!
After killing so many people, Lin Fan finally shocked everyone.
They stared at Lin Fan in disbelief.
"How is that possible! Aren't you the fifth level of the Imperial Realm? When did the monks on the fifth level of the Imperial Realm become so terrifying?"
They just felt that Lin Fan was at the fifth level of the Emperor Realm and could not be beaten, so they came to trouble Lin Fan.
Who would have thought that the fifth level of the Emperor Realm was so extraordinary that with a wave of his fist, he could kill them without a burial place!
After thirteen people died, the others wanted to escape. Lin Fan didn't want to let them go, so he rushed to kill them all, killing all those creatures on the spot!
Then, he became even more arrogant. He grabbed the corpses of some creatures, pierced them with a sword, and shouted: "Fat man!"
After saying that, a thin man walked over.
This is Fatty, but he has become a lot thinner. However, Lin Fan and the others are still used to calling him Fatty. They have been unable to change their name for so long.
"Master, tell me." The fat man said with a smile.
"Spitfire!"
The fat man suddenly understood, nodded, and ignited a flame out of thin air.
The temperature of this flame was neither too high nor too low, but it contained a particularly strange power and seemed to be full of vitality.
If you use this kind of flame to refine elixirs, no matter how you refine them, you can definitely refine top-notch elixirs!
Because if this kind of flame is used to refine elixirs, it cannot be said to be refining elixirs, but to cultivate elixirs!
As long as the materials are thrown into this flame, the elixir will "produce" itself for people to take.
It sounds magical, but it is actually more exaggerated than it sounds. Throughout the ages, many great emperors have been pursuing such a flame, but no one can get it.
"This 'fat man' can actually possess such amazing flames. Could it be that he is the legendary fire-pregnant body!" someone exclaimed!
"Fire-pregnant body? The legendary physique that ranks tenth among the top 100 physiques? It shouldn't be. Do I know about the fire-pregnant body? Because there are special Tao patterns in my body, which are contrary to the great road between heaven and earth, so All fire-pregnant bodies cannot become emperors!"
In fact, not only the fire-pregnant body cannot become an emperor, but those at the top of the top 100 physique rankings are basically unable to become an emperor!
However, even if they cannot become emperor, they can still fight against the great emperor!
Therefore, their physiques can be ranked among the top 100 physiques!
There are hundreds of families with great physiques in the galaxy, and many of those families are "powerful producers" of the emperor. As long as that kind of physique can appear, you can basically create an emperor.
Although great emperors are very common on this continent, they are actually extremely rare.
Because they have tens of thousands of worlds, they can have hundreds of thousands of great emperors. If they are divided, there will actually be only a dozen or so great emperors in one world, which is much worse than Jiutian Continent.
"I am a fire-pregnant body, do you have any objections?" The fat man laughed loudly and even used his own flames to grill Lin Fan!
Everyone yelled that they were prodigal when they saw it. Such a good flame was actually used to eat barbecue? What a waste of resources!
"The flames in the pregnant fire body are limited. If you can use this kind of flame to barbecue, you are really a group of talents!" Someone said with envy.
The fat man smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, the fire in my body is infinite, what should I be afraid of?"
Everyone couldn't help but envy the fat man even more.
But what puzzled them the most was the fact that the fat man became emperor.
It is clear that a person with a fire-pregnant body cannot become an emperor, so why can a fat man become an emperor?
"Could he be from the fire-pregnant family? The fire-pregnant family has existed for hundreds of millions of years and has been unable to break the curse of being unable to become an emperor. Perhaps the entire family's strength was mobilized to refine a pill. Medicine makes this genius become an emperor!" they discussed.
However, a middle-aged man soon stood up and sighed: "I am the fire-pregnant body from that family, and he is not from my family."
Everyone couldn't help but look at the fat man with admiration.
Without relying on the strength of that family, this fat man could become the emperor, which proved that he was indeed very capable, much more powerful than the combined family of the fire-pregnant family!
"I'm in a league of my own, why do I need your family to help me become emperor?" Fatty proudly showed off while using his own flames.
However, everyone thinks that he is indeed qualified to show off. After all, how many people in the past and present have been able to do this kind of thing?
The fat man used his own flames to roast the emperor's flesh and blood, but after a while, the aroma spread out again.
Even thousands of miles away, the aroma will spread out and arouse people's appetite.
"Prodigal son, prodigal son!"
Everyone shouted that they were a loser.
Because whether it is the emperor's body or the fat man's flame, they are both precious things.
They don't use it to refine imperial weapons and alchemy, but just for this little barbecue!
