Dragon Sovereign

Zhang Fan could not help but ask, "But Ji Tong was someone from three hundred years ago. Could it be that this old man has lived for three hundred years? Isn't that a bit too terrifying?"    

"I do." The old man lifted his head to look at the shocked Zhang Fan and smiled, "He is my old friend, but his personality is very strong. In the end, he still walked this path." At this point, the old man's expression revealed a trace of regret, "But he is also a genius that only appears once in a hundred years."    

"Indeed!" Zhang Fan nodded his head seriously. Ji Tong had created this cultivation technique with his trash martial spirit. He could be considered a genius.    

The old man looked at Zhang Fan and continued, "Since you've learned my friend's cultivation method, there should be a method to refine the soul, right?"    

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded his head heavily.    

"His Soul Refining method is very overbearing and it is also the most direct method. This is the most powerful soul refining technique I've ever seen.    

The elder turned his head with a hazy expression, continuing, "But it is also because of its tyranny and directness that you will suffer great pain."    

"I have come in contact with great pain before." Zhang Fan once again chuckled, his expression filled with indifference. Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, he had encountered many tribulations and tribulations, but if he could not persevere through them, then there was no need for him to persevere any longer, let alone become a powerful existence.    

The old man looked a little surprised. He turned to Zhang Fan and asked, "What kind of tribulations can a little fellow like you go through?"    

Zhang Fan did not say anything, but his whole person appeared to be silent. He then said with a smile, "In short, you can't imagine it. Don't worry. Since I've already made my decision, I won't regret it."    

"Now …" A hint of a smile appeared on the old man's face.    

Half a month later, a young man with a long sword was standing under the water. Only his neck was exposed, while his right hand was holding a long sword. He was looking at the wooden stake floating not far away from him.    

The request of the old man didn't require any energy, just the power alone was enough to break apart the wooden stake. This was definitely an extremely difficult task, and the most important thing was that he was still affected by the impact of the waterfall.    

But according to the old man's meaning, this was only the beginning because he could not jump over the Refinement Stage, Refinement Stage, Bone Refining, and Marrow refining stages. So the old man's current training was his willpower, as well as his body's ability to withstand pressure.    

This was because if Ji Tong had mastered the technique, his left arm would not have been easily broken in the battle against the Heaven Swallowing Python. Of course, this also had something to do with his own cultivation.    

The old man watched on with a look of admiration on his face. It had been half a month, and Zhang Fan had never let him down.    

The wooden stake was definitely a cover, because no one could break it with just the strength of a single person.    

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan's movements were getting slower and slower, and then he took a deep breath and continued to move. The limit, each time he reached the limit, but he had never broken it.    

Gritting his teeth tightly, Zhang Fan continued to swing the stick again and again. Anyone would know why it hurt if they tried it, but he had to forget about it now because it was the only way he could break through this limit.    

"What do you mean heaven defying?" At this moment, Zhang Fan's mind once again appeared. If he couldn't even pass this stage, then how could he have done so? If he couldn't become a powerful warrior, how could he help his father? If he didn't become a powerful warrior, how could he protect his family? If he didn't become a powerful warrior, how could he find Wang Yao?    

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's eyes that were as black as ink flashed with a faint purple light. His heart was as steady as ever. Even if he had to fight till night, he still had to persevere.    

The old man on the side was shocked. He could tell that Zhang Fan had already reached his limit, but why was Zhang Fan still persisting? His eyes narrowed, and his heart trembled slightly.    

Zhang Fan's current movements could be said to have reached a cycle. From fast to slow at the beginning, it was clear that his slow movements had become faster and faster.    

Crazy! Absolutely crazy! The old man's heart trembled. He had always been pressuring Zhang Fan, but at this moment, he was shocked to discover that the pressure Zhang Fan was exerting on him was actually higher than what he had expected.    

Shock, absolute shock. Just what had this young man experienced? The old man's entire body was filled with terror.    

Zhang Fan didn't feel the old man's presence at all, because at this moment, he was completely immersed in a wonderful feeling. The sword in his hand seemed to have disappeared, but there was a sword in his heart.    

All the pores on his body instantly opened up. Sword in hand at the second level of the sword intent without a sword. During the process of swinging the sword in his heart to break through this limit, he seemed to have understood this level.    

Without a sword in his hand, it meant that no matter what weapon he used, as long as there was a sword in his heart, he would be able to use it.    

In the process of his understanding, Zhang Fan's right hand moved even faster, leaving behind only a faint shadow.    

The old man standing on the side was shocked once again. He could feel that the young man in front of him was definitely not using any energy, but his body was emitting an exceptionally sharp aura and a dense killing intent. Was he concentrating all of his thoughts?    

Within the range of his perception, killing intent, killing intent, and sharp aura were all things that required the use of strength and a powerful weapon. However, Zhang Fan could do all this with just his body alone, and he even had a feeling that even if Zhang Fan was given a tree branch, his opponent would still be able to injure him …    

Zhang Fan closed his eyes. At this moment, he was enjoying that feeling, enjoying the feeling that he had already broken through during the process of comprehending the technique. It was as if his body had ascended to a whole new level, making him feel abnormally relaxed.    

"There's no sword in my hand, there's a sword in my heart!" Zhang Fan's lips curled up slightly as he understood what was going on. He instantly opened his eyes and let out a long roar, and an extremely dense sword intent instantly appeared around his body. When the sword intent appeared, it was like a whirlpool, quickly revolving around his body, and his entire person was like a treasured sword that had transcended the mortal world.    

"Break!" A indifferent voice rang out. The long sword in Zhang Fan's hand instantly let out an excited sound as an invisible sword Qi directly slashed down on the wooden stake. Its speed was extremely fast and Zhang Fan's movements could not be seen anymore. The sword intent of the second level. There was no sword in his hand, but a sword in his heart. And this time, he had to break through a certain limit before he could comprehend it, because he also wanted to be fast. At this moment, the words of his master appeared in Zhang Fan's mind: Only speed cannot break it …    

"Bang!"    

With a few deep sounds, sleep splashed out, but in that instant, all the wooden stakes floating in front of him shattered.    

At the moment when the sword shattered, Zhang Fan put it back into its scabbard and without any rest, the Purple Clouds Divine Art flowed out from his body and floated out from the water. Under the force of the huge waterfall, Zhang Fan entered the state of cultivation and started to circulate according to Ji Tong's technique.    

However, at this moment, his divine body was rising and falling, because the waterfall was crashing onto his body. Under the strong pressure, the purple energy on his body became abnormally dense.    

The old man watched on from the side, his gaze once again landing on the shattered wooden piles. Shock appeared in his eyes, as if he could tell that Zhang Fan seemed to have realized something in an instant.    

Taking a deep breath, the elder turned around and left. He felt that there was no need to urge him any further …    

A month later, Zhang Fan was sitting cross-legged in the water, his upper body naked and his lower body only wearing a set of pants. A month later, Zhang Fan was sitting cross-legged in the water, his upper body naked and his lower body only wearing a set of pants.    

An old man sat cross-legged on a nearby rock. He had a smile on his face, as well as a praising expression. After more than a month of training, Zhang Fan's body had become indescribably tough.    

After an hour passed, Zhang Fan finally opened his eyes, within which a faint violet light circulated.    

"Bang!" Zhang Fan leaped up and landed firmly on the ground. He then dashed towards a tree in the distance that could only be embraced by two people. He extended his right hand in that instant and slammed it down onto the tree trunk.    

Crack * The sound of something cracking resounded, and a fist hole instantly appeared.    

Zhang Fan used his powerful body to break through the tree trunk. With a beautiful somersault, he appeared once more with a roundhouse kick, causing the entire tree to groan as it toppled over.    

Zhang Fan stood there, waiting for the tree to completely collapse. Finally, he turned and looked at the old man, who had a pleased smile on his face.    

Furthermore, Zhang Fan landed in front of the old man and said, "Elder Huang, I have already broken through to the Tempering Marrow realm. The next step is to refine the soul …" During this period of time, Zhang Fan understood some basic information about the old man. The old man's name was Huang Hong, and he was an alchemist. As long as the old man did not tell him the number of steps and the level of his strength, he would not ask.    

"Not bad. You've worked hard for so long. Rest well for two days!" The old man was also afraid that Zhang Fan would be able to hold on for so long. If he suddenly relaxed at the last moment, then all his efforts would have been in vain.