After finally walking around the Heavenly King's Palace, Meng Fan confirmed that there was no "fish that slipped through the net" here, and then strode out of the Heavenly King's Palace.
In fact, he still had a vague feeling that he might return here one day.
Although he is not the real Zhou Yan, but in his current state and with the memory of Zhou Yan, sooner or later he will be responsible for some of Zhou Yan's consequences.
Meng Fan left the ruins of the Heavenly King's Palace and returned to the real Qingyuan Mountain.
On the top of the mountain at this moment, only Mr. Wang existed, and the other three old men had disappeared.
"Where are the others?" Meng Fan asked doubtfully.
"They came out before you, so they all left Qingyuan Mountain first and went back to their homes. You were the last one to come out. How are you? How was your harvest?" Mr. Wang asked Meng Fan.
A smile appeared on Meng Fan's face, and he couldn't help it at all.
"It's been a great harvest. I really want to thank Mr. Wang this time for bringing such a great opportunity to my disciples."
After hearing Meng Fan's words, Mr. Wang shook his head.
"There's no need to thank me. If you want to thank you, you have to thank Ye Emperor. After all, I'm just an errand messenger. I don't dare to steal the Ye Emperor's favor."
Although there is nothing wrong with what he said, Emperor Ye is Emperor Ye and Mr. Wang is Mr. Wang. Meng Fan should be grateful to these two people.
"Mr. Wang, then I will go back to Ghost Eye Forest with you. Ye Di has helped me so much, I should really go and thank her." Meng Fan looked serious.
However, Mr. Wang continued to shake his head and said: "Ye Emperor told you not to disturb her. After your trip to the Heavenly King's Palace is over, he asked you to go back to Shushan directly."
Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, knowing that Wu Yingying didn't want to see him.
He couldn't help but sigh. This girl Wu Yingying has carried too much. She has long since transformed from the frail little girl back then to the untouchable Night Emperor now.
Presumably, she actually doesn't know how to face herself.
After all, although she is from the Tianyuan World, in Wu Yingying's eyes, when she sees herself, she can't help but think of those people and things in the Hongxuan World.
He is a poor man after all!
"Well, since the Night Emperor has spoken, I won't bother you. The disciple will return to the Shushan Sword Sect first." Meng Fan saluted Mr. Wang.
Mr. Wang patted Meng Fan on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Work hard, Ye Emperor values you very much, maybe you can really help her in the future."
"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I know." Meng Fan nodded solemnly.
The two of them went their separate ways on Qingyuan Mountain.
Meng Fan left Qingyuan Mountain with his sword and rushed towards the Shushan Sword Sect.
His face was deep and emotionless, as if he was thinking about something.
What's the next step?
This question is actually very important.
Now Meng Fan has vaguely felt that he should not continue to stay in the sword pavilion for seclusion.
He has reached a bottleneck in many aspects, which cannot be solved by retreat. He needs experience!
If he continues to stay in Shushan Sword Pavilion for retreat, he will be able to break through these bottlenecks sooner or later with his talent in swordsmanship.
For example, if you want to go from the level of the Sword Spirit to the level of the Sword Domain, you can definitely achieve it as long as you give Meng Fan enough time and use the talent of swordsmanship to reach the gods!
But...enough time?
This time may be exaggeratedly long.
What he lacks most now is time. Although the Yipo Ancestor said that Mr. Lin's soul can last for hundreds of years in the Blood Soul Banner, this is just a prediction.
Accidents can happen at any time!
For Meng Fan, Mr. Lin must be saved, so he must also work hard to improve his strength.
It is obviously not advisable to continue practicing in Jiange and live a life of lying down.
He needs an opportunity, and this Heavenly King's Palace, for example, is a great opportunity, and the help to him is simply earth-shaking.
But opportunities will not fall from the sky and hit you out of thin air. You need to find them yourself.
"However, if you want to specifically improve yourself, you still need to go back and discuss it with Ancestor Yipo. After all, I have a black eye myself, but Ancestor Yipo is countless times more knowledgeable than me."
Thinking of this, Meng Fan couldn't wait to use his sword and rushed towards Shushan, his speed doubled.
Shushan, Demon Locking Tower.
Meng Fan did not return to Jiange Pavilion, but went directly to Demon Locking Tower and found the Yipo Ancestor.
"Why are you here again?" The poor ancestor looked at Meng Fan in front of him.
"This disciple wants to ask the ancestor for help." Meng Fan said to the poor ancestor.
A bitter smile suddenly appeared on the poor ancestor's face.
"You kid, are you really not afraid of troublesome me? I am also an ancestor after all. Do you think of me as your grandfather every day?"
"hey-hey."
Meng Fan didn't say anything, and just smiled shyly, with an extremely honest smile.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" The poor ancestor asked helplessly.
Meng Fan heard this and took out three pills.
"Ancestor, these three elixirs were obtained by chance after the disciple came down from the mountain. I don't know what kind of elixirs they are, and I would like to ask my ancestor to help identify them."
The moment Meng Fan took out these three pills, the expression of the poor ancestor changed.
Because as soon as this elixir appeared, Ancestor Yipo felt an amazing spiritual energy.
Although he hadn't taken a closer look yet, he already understood that this was definitely a shocking elixir.
Got it by chance after going down the mountain?
This is too coincidental. In theory, pills of this level are not accessible to Meng Fan.
The poor ancestor took these three pills and carefully observed and distinguished them.
After a moment, a trace of obvious shock appeared on his face.
"This...this is the magic pill!!!"
Magic pill?
Meng Fan had never heard of this name at all, so he asked curiously: "Ancestor, what is this magical pill? Does it have any effect?"
The poor ancestor took a deep breath and then slowly regained his composure, his expression no longer as shocked as before.
"Supernatural Power Pill, this kind of pill is a rare treasure that can only be found but cannot be found. Once you take this pill, you can master a magical power.
The refining method of this magical pill has long been lost and no trace can be found.
Moreover, the alchemist who refines this elixir must master a magical power in order to be able to refine this elixir.
You kid, you are really lucky. Even monks in the realm of transcending tribulation will fight for this kind of elixir. "
There was obviously a hint of exclamation in the tone of the Yipo Ancestor. Even at his level and well-informed, he found it a bit unbelievable.
"Supernatural power?" Meng Fan had a hint of surprise on his face.
If he didn't have Zhou Yan's memory, he really wouldn't know what kind of magical power it was.
It had to be said that since he had the memory of Zhou Yan, he had an "encyclopedia" in his mind.
The magical power is an extremely weird attack method.
This thing can't be achieved through practice, but through inheritance.
It is said that there was a witch clan in ancient times. Each witch clan has their own inherited magical powers. This does not need to be practiced, it is born!
