"You kill me, I've figured it out these days."

"The martial arts I practice cannot have a day of self-repair."

"And I have no value in using the royal family. They look at me now, just like they looked at you in the first place."

"I've been watching success or failure, and only the winner is the one they need."

Master Qingyun said depressedly.

He Pingfan said, "You only know this truth now?

It's also a waste of life."

Master Qingyun lay on the ground, without any interest in life.

Perhaps he has figured it out in the past few days that the ups and downs of life will be nothing in the end.

Now I think about it, for the sake of face, I did not hesitate to suppress He Pingfan. What an unworthy behavior.

Originally, he was the magnificent master, and he was not authentic when he attacked a younger generation.

But he did this, and he did so well.

If he had not nullified his cultivation and exploded his dantian after defeating He Pingfan, this would not have ended like this today.

Everything is fate! He has accepted his fate.

Now even if He Pingfan doesn't kill him, he will live a life worse than death.

Of course, not all exercises have powerful self-healing functions.

If He Pingfan had no spiritual body to protect himself, he would also become a useless person.

He saw from Master Qingyun's desperate eyes that Master Qingyun's desire to die.

A few days ago he begged not to kill him, but now he is begging for death.

It seems that his will was completely destroyed.

He Pingfan did not sympathize with the poor man and turned around and walked out of the stone chamber.

Come to the Yunxuan Sect’s Sutra Tower and quietly look at the high-rise Sutra Tower.

The old man sweeping the floor was still waving the broom under the tower, and He Pingfan walked over.

"senior!"

The old man stopped and looked at He Pingfan.

"Yun Xuan Sect can let you go!"

He placed the broom under the wall and patted the dust on his body.

"Senior, where are you going?"

The old man said, "From wherever you come from, go from where you go."

"Yunxuan Sect has been a branch of Xuantian Sect since ancient times, and it is also the will of heaven to you."

"Now you have entered the Grandmaster realm and become one of the few strong people in the world, so there is no need for me to stay here."

After saying that, he actually strode away.

He Pingfan shouted, "Senior!"

"Don't chase after it, the fate ends, the cause begins, everything has its own arrangements."

Shu—Shu—I saw his figure swaying, disappearing from his eyes like teleportation.

He Pingfan was scared to the spot, looking at the direction of the old man leaving, but did not turn around for a long time.

"Sect Master! Sect Master!"

He Jian rushed over and shouted in panic.

He Pingfan turned around, "What's the matter?"

"The old thief Qingyun is dead."

If you die, die! He Pingfan's eyes were drooping, and he didn't care.

Maybe he was the king of the past, but after all, he was just his own stepping stone.

He Pingfan raised his head, looked at the undulating mountains in the distance, and threw down his sentence lightly, "Buried!"

During this period, he stayed in Yunxuan Sect to practice.

Consolidate your cultivation, after all, you have just entered the Grandmaster realm.

The Grandmaster realm is a very high level for other exercises.

But for practitioners of mysterious arts, it is just an entry point to a high-level level.

There are still thousands of disasters, great success and perfection behind it.

Every rank is extremely dangerous.

Especially the next thousands of disasters, it was simply a disaster for the practitioner to go on the way.

In the thousands of disasters, we have to go through countless pains, tortures, and tortures... From the polishing of the body to the mind, the practitioners will transform again.

Therefore, many strong people choose to retreat after entering the Grandmaster realm, and they dare not easily attack the Wanjie Realm.

According to classical records, perhaps only one or even one in a million practitioners can enter the Grandmaster realm.

And the strong man who entered the Grandmaster's realm is qualified to win the Wanjie Realm.

Only by experiencing the realm of thousands of disasters can one step into the realm of great success.

In the Great Continent, he is already a semi-immortal.

With extremely powerful divine power, he turns his hands into clouds and turns into rain.

However, many powerful people were broken into the realm of Wanjia, and from then on, their souls were scattered and turned into dust.

The master of mysterious arts is also a master in the true sense.

He Pingfan just wants to consolidate his strength now. As for when he will reach the Wanjie Realm, it depends on the opportunity.

It was another long process of practice, and He Pingfan went into seclusion for three months.

He Jian and Ah Hu naturally stayed here to help him convey information from the outside world.

Many people are very surprised, where did He Pingfan go?

When he fought with Master Qingyun at Yangui Lake, he had already caused a sensation in the world.

Now it suddenly disappears, and many people have always thought that why Gongdan is dead.

After all, what happened to Master Qingyun and He Pingfan later is limited to a very small number of people.

Therefore, a lot of changes have occurred in the past three months.

On another morning when the sun was rising, He Pingfan, who was in seclusion, slowly opened his eyes.

Ruju's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed like a horse spitting out of his mouth, shining with substantial light.

Soo—Puff—He Pingfan let out a light, and the light shot through a loud boulder in front of him with a whoosh.

The light came through this narrow hole and penetrated directly across the opposite side.

I saw He Pingfan slowly stand up and face the rising sun.

He grabbed it in the void and condensed a ray of energy from his wrist.

He Pingfan held the qi light in his hand and slashed at the huge rock.

Crack! The huge rock was actually split in half by the qi light.

The entire cut surface is smooth and flat, as if it was deliberately processed.

He Pingfan shook casually and his aura disappeared.

He only heard him murmuring, "I finally practiced to become a sword, and from then on I have weapons."

"But this weapon is still not ideal, and it may take some time to polish it."

With such a sharp aura, he said that it was not ideal enough.

If someone next to him heard this, I really don’t know what he would feel.

However, this is only the primary stage of the Grandmaster realm.

The Eight Steps Immortal Trace has also reached a certain level of cultivation. Now He Pingfan only takes one step at will, hundreds of meters away in an instant.

Such a terrifying state is definitely a rare existence in the mundane world.

His current strength is far beyond that of the heads of Yunxuan Sect and Master Qingyun at that time.

He Pingfan's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

It is said that the master is like a dragon, and he comes and goes without a trace, and it is true.

After leaving the seclusion, He Pingfan's overall temperament and image were very different.

In every move, there was a faint shocking force, especially those eyes that ordinary people dared not look at them.

This is also the legendary aura of the strong.

But He Pingfan doesn't like being too arrogant. He is introverted. If he doesn't act rashly, he looks no different from an ordinary person on the surface.

When the sect leader came out of seclusion, everyone crawled on the ground, respectfully.

He Pingfan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes faintly swept across all the strong men, "Get up!"
Chapter completed!