Chapter 1462: Yujian Dacheng (Part 1)

After listening to Han Qingyi's magnificent narration, Chen Fan was even more looking forward to this sect competition.
He was very curious, how powerful is the so-called Dengxian Road, which has attracted countless people, and if he can set foot on it, can he gain good luck?
"Thank you, Tsing Yi, for solving my doubts today. I will go back and prepare. See you in the sect!"
After knowing all the ins and outs, Chen Fan no longer hesitated, and immediately got up and bowed, then left.
Han Qingyi also put away the wine, and surprisingly started practicing.
Maybe Chen Fan's change really made him feel some pressure, he was actually much harder than before.
However, after Chen Fan left, he returned to his home directly.
Now he has arranged all the plans for the next month.
First of all, the assessment of virtue and the assessment of wisdom are random, so it is impossible to prepare, and Chen Fan's cultivation level will not be deepened for a while, so we can only work on combat power.
After all, no matter when it comes, as a monk, there is always nothing wrong with high combat power.
Therefore, Chen Fan wanted to take advantage of this month to cultivate the swordsmanship to great success!
What is the ultimate cultivation?
Thousands of miles away, you can instantly take the enemy's first level, and then fly back with a flying sword, and the enemy's blood will not gush!
This is actually very difficult. The current Chen Fan can reach such a level from a hundred miles away. If you want to be thousands of miles away, it is as difficult as heaven!
But now there is no time for him to practice slowly, and you must know that Zongmen Dabi is close.
Chen Fan must use a more radical method to force himself to succeed!
He circled the eastern part of Tinglanzong from his house, and the distance was just a thousand miles away. Chen Fan had no sword, so he replaced it with wooden sticks, unable to take the enemy's head, so he used the woods thousands of miles away as his enemy.
Taking the first level is like cutting a tree.
When Chen Fan was able to cut off the mature trees with the thickness of his thighs like an arm swing from thousands of miles away, this swordsmanship was a master.
"It's just a pity, I can't summon the Birth Death Sword here, otherwise, with the effect of our blood connection, the speed of practice will be even faster!"
After sighing for a while, Chen Fan stopped speaking, shook his head to control a wooden bar in front of him, and left with a scream!
At this moment, Chen Fan only felt that his soul was attached to the wooden slats, and could even sense the things around the wooden slats, as well as the obstacles encountered or the things removed.
This feeling is very mysterious, as if his eyes came out of the body, and he could see the scene outside of him from a distance.
In this way, the wooden strips flew at extremely fast speeds with the meaning of speed and speed, and occasionally swiped over the heads of the disciples who gathered to sit together and talked about the Tao. Someone would always look up for a while, then lose interest and continue talking.
Finally, the wooden stick lost its control and fell to the ground, and at the moment it flew away from Chen Fan's home, but it was only a hundred miles away!
Chen Fan, who was feeling cross-legged at home, shook his head and opened his eyes with a long breath.
He grabbed a bowl next to him, broke it with a snap, took a piece of porcelain, and cut a wound on his arm!
The spiritual power in the body sensed the injury to the body, and automatically released the spiritual power to repair the wound, and saw that the wound healed again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But the pain is still there, after all, what spiritual power can repair is only an external wound!
Chen Fan's move is to use the tingling pain to force himself to practice. Remember this feeling. If he doesn't want to bear it anymore, he can only work harder and harder!
This idea is radical, and even after a long time, the continuous sting may lead to collapse!
But who is Chen Fan, is he still not radical?
Taking a long breath, he remotely sensed the wooden strip and controlled it again to return it to his own hands.
In this way, Chen Fan started a boring practice mechanically!