Chapter 1675: After a few days of sleep, I broke through

"Sleep? How many days have you slept?"
Nangong Lei fell into self-doubt...
When did the pool of faith become a place to sleep? And it seems to sleep soundly, how else can you sleep for several days?
"By the way, little friend Fang Fan, you just talked about cultivation... Have you been promoted to an intermediate quasi-sacred realm? You have entered the pool of faith and have been promoted to a level?"
Nangong Lei broke the news again, and the whole audience deflated!
At this moment, those listless cultivators were leaning towards here as if they had been beaten up.
"I'm going! The big guy is the big guy! Amazing Klass! We have been tortured after entering the pool of faith. When we get to Fang Fan, we can sleep for a few days without pain and itching, and we can improve our cultivation. ..."
"Grass! I'm so jealous! No more, jealousy has already changed my mind..."
"Wawiwi! Why is this kind of good thing not my turn? Ah! I also want to enter the pool of faith and be promoted to cultivation..."
"Brother, wake up, don't have your spring and autumn dreams... That is awesome, it has nothing to do with you..."
"Is the big boss Fang Fan the big boss favored by the true god? It seems to be the same feeling in the pool of faith and in the training room?"
"People's belief level is so high! I don't think the tenth level of faith can satisfy the big man Fang Fan..."
"This is the gap! Why is the gap between me and the boss so big!"
"Sour sour, sour becomes lemon essence!"
"In terms of competing beliefs, Fang Fan is a model for everyone!"
"I would take the liberty to say that in terms of faith, I am afraid that the Pope will not dare to compete with Fang Fan casually, right?"
"Hush hush hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, brother, do you want to die? You are so desperate to do not want to die, but I do not want to die... don't be dead, okay?
"Hey...just a joke..."
"By the way, I just saw the Hao Zhan of the Haotian Pavilion pretending to be Tsundere, and those who said that he was against him have nothing to end... and said that he had no discussion with Fang Fan..."
"Puff...the joke of the year, the seventh-level believer pretends to be like this in front of the super tenth-level belief boss? The face is swollen!"
...
"Asshole!"
"Isn't he dead?"
"What I see now, shouldn't it be his body?"
"What's the situation! Tell me! Who can tell me!"
"This group of wall grass, they know both sides! They were complimenting me before, and now they are pointing them behind! Little man! Shameless villain!"
"Fang Fan! You should have been a dead person!"
The third son of the Haotian Pavilion pavilion master Hao Zhan yelled, his complexion flushed.
While talking, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch frantically, and the feeling of resentment in his heart was reflected on his face.
"Third brother, let go of your obsession, and fight against the Lord Fang Fan. You can't succeed!"
"I said earlier, Palace Master Fang Fan couldn't have died in this most stupid way..."
"Third brother, put down the butcher knife, and look back! Now looking back, there is still time."
Hao Mei shrugged indifferently, a sincere look appeared on his face.
He asked himself that he had a clear conscience, reminded everything that should be reminded, and said everything that should be said, but the battle at this moment is like a child in the rebellious period, the more persuaded, the more violent...
"You are a concubine, you are not qualified to teach in front of a concubine like me!"
"You do not deserve!"
"roll!"
The Haozhan at this moment is like a bereaved dog.