More than a dozen people took turns toasting, and He Pingfan refused to refuse anyone. He didn't feel drunk after drinking a large bottle of 52-degree white wine.

When Tang Ying'er saw him, she stared at her eyes in surprise and opened her mouth. It seemed that she knew too little about He Pingfan.

The private room was lively, and when the group of people dispersed, only the Tang family was shocked.

They saw that He Pingfan was no longer the look they had before, and even Tang Guochen had a more flattering look.

After dinner, Tang Qin asked her husband to check the bill, but the waiter in the box told them that someone had already settled the bill.

Many people rushed to pay the bill, but Ma San snatched it first.

Walking out of the hotel, Tang Guochen shouted, "Mr. He, will I ask the driver to take you?"

He Pingfan shook his head and said, "No need, I'm still used to walking."

Tang Qin, who had thought He Pingfan was not worthy of his sister, pushed Tang Ying'er, and Tang Ying'er quickly chased after him.

He Pingfan looked back at her, "Why are you following me?"

Tang Ying'er straightened her chest and said with confidence, "I'll call you out, of course I have to send you back."

“What if you get lost?

I can't afford it."

"Okay, you just follow me."

He Pingfan took a quick step, but no one could see a few strange steps.

“Huh?”

"what the hell?

Could he fly to the sky and escape?”

Tang Yinger looked at him depressedly for a long time, but couldn't find his presence.

Soon, He Pingfan discovered that the Eight Steps Immortal Trace could be unfolded anywhere, but it was too stunning and it was easy to scare people in broad daylight.

This kind of footwork is so amazing that he wants to stay away from sleep all night and find a place to practice.

After trying a few more times, He Pingfan became more and more skilled in controlling his pace, and then he returned home.

Wang Yige returned to the capital, and only Xiang Bo and his mother were left at home.

There is nothing to do at night, continue practicing.

The Eight Steps Immortal Trace has almost mastered it, but it seems to have stopped in terms of cultivation.

During this period, he has been at the primary level of a magician. He Pingfan was thinking about whether it was his own way wrong?

I recited the magic tricks in my mind several times, and the magic tricks are fine.

But why does the cultivation level stop moving forward?

He Pingfan sat down and meditated, allowing himself to enter a state of ethereality.

Xiang Bo downstairs is practicing tirelessly to correct his mistakes in his martial arts.

He has put in a lot of effort during this period, hoping to recover his skills.

At the same time, he was in the underground training room of the Duan family in the capital.

Duan Qinglong looked hatred and his eyes were like a knife.

There was a handwritten mental formula in front of me.

He said hatefully, "He Pingfan, Xiang Tianhong, you have nullified my skills. One day I will make you repay a hundred times and a thousand times."

"The Xuantianlu is in my hands, who can do what can I do?"

Puff—As soon as I finished speaking, a huge pain suddenly came from my chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, immediately dyeing my mind.

Duan Qinglong looked pale and panicked, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

"My dantian has obviously been repaired. Is there any problem with this mental method?"

"No, I have to go to Yunxuan Sect to verify!"

Yunxuan Sect, with seventy-two peaks, there are many masters and many strong ones.

It is the most powerful sect among the world-renowned sects and the most influential sect.

In the early years, they did not have any commercial elements, but their reputation has become worse than before.

They let the children of rich families enter Yunxuan Sect and squeeze a lot of money from them to support the many practitioners of Yunxuan Sect.

Late at night, Leng Fanyi was summoned to the hall, and a white-haired strong man with a Taoist bone-like fairy wind was sitting on the Lotus Portuguese Group directly in front of him, with twelve strong men symbolizing the highest authority of Yunxuan Sect.

Leng Fanyi respectfully knelt in the middle of the hall, a low and hoarse voice slowly rang out, "Leng Fanyi, after 49 days and thirty-six tests, you are unanimously recognized as the most talented disciple of this sect in nearly a hundred years. From now on, you can enter the second level of the Sutra Tower to practice."

"You can choose the skills in it yourself."

Leng Masahidun crawled on the ground, "Thank you for your kindness to the sect leader and the twelve masters. The disciples will definitely fulfill their mission and devote themselves to practicing."

The white-haired old man waved his hand, and Leng Mahjong Yi immediately stood up and bowed again to thank him, and a special person was led to the second floor of the Sutra Tower.

The Sutra Tower of Yunxuan Sect is the essence of this sect. It contains various techniques. They divide these techniques into levels and collect them from low to high.

Only disciples with particularly outstanding talents are qualified to enter the Sutra Tower, and there are strong people guarding each tower, so no one can cross the line.

In the past ten years, Leng Masahiro is the only disciple who has the qualification to enter the tower to practice by himself.

At this moment, the night was already deep. Leng Maiyi stood at the second floor window of the deserted Sutra Tower, staring at the bright moon in the sky and murmured, "How ordinary, even if you are carrying a mysterious spirit body that is rare in a thousand years, one day you will be defeated by my hands."

"Ah, coincidence--" He Pingfan, who was practicing, suddenly sneezes for no reason.

I opened my eyes and found that it was still pitch black outside.

According to my previous practice habits, this phenomenon is impossible to happen after entering the ethereal state. What's wrong with this today?

He looked far away and looked at the endless darkness.

The He family inherited the "Xuantian Lu" has only the first half, and now it has just reached the level of a sorcerer. What should I do?

"Maybe I'm progressing too fast, it seems I have to use another method to break through this bottleneck."

After thinking for a while, He Pingfan calmed down again and began to read the various magical skills recorded in "Xuantianlu" in his mind.

All the various techniques of Yunxuan Sect are included in the Sutra Tower, while the mysterious techniques inherited by the He family are directly included in the "Xuantian Lu", which is different from all sects.

After He Pingfan's careful search and verification, he finally discovered a magical technique.

"Wanyuan Guizong" seems to be very good, and He Pingfan was quickly attracted.

According to the [Shuquge    www.shuquge.xyz] of the martial arts, all the laws in the world come out of the same school.

Because of this, all things can be traced back to their final roots.

All things in the world are used by me, and all things in the world are controlled by me.

I might as well practice this.

This technique also started with the breathing technique. He Pingfan closed his eyes slightly and quickly entered the realm of ethereality.

Only in this state of selflessness can he achieve unity of mind and mind without being disturbed by anything outside.

A few hours later, it finally dawned.

A ray of morning light shone, condensed into a golden light and entered He Pingfan's eyebrows.

The surrounding aura was fluctuating slowly, and he had already felt the powerful aura of heaven and earth.

When the sun rises, the sun shines.

He Pingfan let out a long breath of turbid air and stood up slowly. He twisted his neck and stretched his muscles and bones, feeling like he couldn't say anything comfortable all over his body.

With the help of mysteries and spirits, I suddenly broke through the third level of Wanyuan Guizong overnight. Now Wanyuan Guizong is a small entry threshold.

I just don't know what's special about it.
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