The System Takes Me to Practice

boom!

Zhao Jinpeng waved his hand, and a three-meter-sized palm was condensed in the air, and he shot it at Yang Fan.

Zhao Jinpeng's attack was not strong. After all, he didn't have a deep hatred with Yang Fan. If Yang Fan was really killed in the Zhao family, he was worried that it would attract revenge from the forces behind Yang Fan. People with such terrible talents are absolutely high in the sect.

This huge palm was unbiased and enveloped Yang Fan.

"The system opens the homicide book, homicide armor, homicide sword, violent sword, and unlimited source power."

Yang Fan said in his heart.

"Ding! Successfully opened! Unlimited power remaining time: 23:59:59."

Shattered!

Yang Fan quickly pinched the magic technique, with the passive effect of infinite source power, and tripled the magic attack speed, making Yang Fan three times the speed at which he could use the finger of destruction.

The burst finger came first, and a beam of light lased from one of Yang Fan's fingers.

Before everyone could react, the beam of light instantly broke through the huge palm.

The Zhao family's eyes widened and couldn't believe it, Zhao Jinpeng's face was gloomy, and he felt his old face hurt.

Yang Fan was equally surprised, and then the voice in his mind made him clear.

"Ding! The passive effect of the Violent Sword is triggered, and this attack triples."

I saw that the light beam emitted by the implosion finger remained undiminished even after breaking through the huge palm, lasing towards Zhao Zizhen.

"not good!"

Zhao Kangde's complexion changed drastically. He stood in front of Zhao Zizhen, running his whole body's true energy, condensing a layer of translucent energy mask in front of him, and then quickly pinched the magic formula to release the magic formula from the energy cover.

Just when the beam was only ten meters away from Zhao Kangde, a blue-violet skull was condensed and rushed towards that beam.

The skull opened its jaw and quickly bite, as if trying to break the light beam.

However, the beam of light ran directly through the skull, still lasing towards Zhao Kangde.

Huh!

There was a sound of glass breaking, and the energy shield formed by Zhao Kangde shattered, penetrated his shoulder and shot towards Zhao Zizhen.

Zhao Zizhen's face was pale and collapsed to the ground.

But precisely because he was sitting like this, the beam that originally lased at his abdomen hit his neck.

Fortunately, Shattered means that the light beam emitted has been weakened layer by layer, and finally hit Zhao Zizhen's neck but only through a layer of skin, blood gushing out, but it is not fatal.

what!

Zhao Zizhen screamed, making Zhao Kangde chuckle, then turned around to look, his pupils shrank, and hurriedly took out the medicine and stuffed it into Zhao Zizhen's mouth.

Soon, Zhao Zizhen's neck injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Old Ancestor, don't be polite, just go straight down."

After finishing talking, Zhao Kangde rushed to Yang Fan regardless.

"Get down."

Zhao Jinpeng could see that Yang Fan's strength was above his junior.

But what Zhao Jinpeng said was too late.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Kangde came to Yang Fan, condensing a dragon in his hand, turning it into a blue dragon knife and slashing it away.

"Dragon Split!!!"

With this knife, Zhao Kangde used ten percent of his strength.

No one can harm his grandson.

"Stupid! You grandson, sooner or later you will bring disaster to the Zhao family. Let me teach you a lesson today."

After speaking, Yang Fan's momentum suddenly increased, his body bowed slightly, and his mouth drank low.

A blue halo enveloped Yang Fan, inside was the golden color of Super Race One, and outside was the blue steam of the seventh door, which was formed by the rapid evaporation of sweat.

Hum!

In a blink of an eye, Yang Fan's cultivation base rose rapidly, and this kind of meaningless battle Yang Fan couldn't raise any interest at all.

Half-step Mahayana period, early Mahayana high-level, middle Mahayana intermediate, and late Mahayana elementary.

It's just that Yang Fan's late Mahayana strength in this state has a lot of water, fighting head-on, and he is not a true opponent.

"Mahayana period..."

Humph! ! !

Zhao Jinpeng and Zhao Kangde backed up a few steps one after another, and their old faces were unstoppable panic.

At the same time, in the Guangming Hall of the Shuiyuan City Palace, the Water Emperor and a group of ministers were meeting.

"Who else is playing?"

On the dragon chair under the plaque above the Guangming Hall, Mo Pengchi is wearing a black dragon robe, his style is a bit like the style of the Qin Dynasty, mighty and domineering.

Mo Pengchi supported his chin with his right hand, his face looked listless.

Not long ago, he suddenly felt that Tu Huang Guo Yangwen had broken through again, and his strength directly reached Mahayana Consummation, which was not a good thing for him.

As early as thousands of years ago, when they were not the masters of their respective countries, Guo Yangwen confronted Mo Pengchi. Although the two did not have deep hatred, but because the relationship between the water source country and the soil source country did not catch a cold, diplomatic relations have always been very few. This has also led to constant conflicts between the two countries. Fortunately, this contradiction is not very big, and both sides are more restrained and haven't increased it further.

Now that he knew that Guo Yangwen's strength had broken through, Mo Pengchi, who was already a small realm away, was even more anxious.

Among the five emperors, he ranked third. On the surface, he scored very well, but it was not. Of course, when the two of them successively ascended to the top positions, their strengths were almost the same as Guo Yangwen's, but now they are two small realms. Doesn't that mean that they are inferior?

"Ugh!"

Thought of this. Mo Pengchi sighed heavily.

"Your Majesty, the minister has this play."

At this time, a literary minister came to stand up.

Among the group of people under the steps, there were 18 people standing at the front, and each of them was wearing a nine-toed python robe. The oldest is more than two thousand years old, now the first on the right, and the youngest is two to three hundred years old, standing on the far left of the team.

If Yang Fan is here, he must know this youngest person.

He is the youngest prince of Shuiyuan Country, the 18th prince Mo Heyun, he was there when the major forces were in the ranking competition. More than a year has passed, and his strength has gone from the early stage of refining to the middle stage, and his face is still very immature.

"Say it."

Mo Pengchi closed his eyes and didn't look at the people in the audience.

"Your Majesty. Now that you have been in power for two thousand years, you can't live without the prince."

This literary minister was old-fashioned, a little hunched, and his strength was only in the fit period, and it was nothing at all in front of the monks in this hall full of tribulation periods.

However, there are many forces behind him, which has led to many Wencheng leading him.

Where there are civil officials, there will be generals. Many military commanders looked down on these civil servants at all, and liked to confront them whenever something happened. But today, when it comes to the position of prince, no matter if it is a civil servant, they dare not show up.

"Oh? Two thousand years?"

Mo Pengchi suddenly woke up, raised his head and stared at the civil servant who stood up.

This person was named Lu Xiuyuan, and the Lu family behind him existed long before the founding of the water-source country. Later, in order to protect himself, he joined the water-source country voluntarily and made a lot of credit for the water-source country for a period of time after its founding.