thefictionvixens Chapter 550: Living Gray Sculpture
Chapter 550: Living Gray Sculpture
Chapter 550: Living Gray Sculpture
Um, Chen Fan was stunned and murmured: "Practice magical powers?"
Mr. Jiang smiled: "What, boy, do you think that what you will be like after your magical powers are harnessed will be what your magical powers will be like in the future? Magical powers can also be cultivated.
Chen Fan was surprised, not because he was surprised that magical powers could be cultivated, but because he also had some guesses.
But he was surprised that Mr. Jiang actually knew that the magical power was brought down.
Could it be that Mr. Jiang had already transformed his soul before he reached the supernatural realm?
Chen Fan's decision to sell the elixir in three days remains unchanged.
Also, where is this place? Who is Mr. Jiang? Why was I brought here like this? Huang Feng and Yun Yin didn't care about me?
Chen Fan wanted to go back, but Mr. Jiang didn't stop him. He just asked Chen Fan to stabilize his realm before coming to talk to him.
Mr. Jiang is not afraid that Chen Fan will not come. He is convinced that he is the only one in Yunluo who knows how to cultivate magical powers.
With this whetting Chen Fan's appetite, I'm not afraid that he won't come.
Sun rise.
Chen Fan and Mr. Jiang were chatting until dawn.
Chen Fan also knew some precautions for practicing in the magical realm. What Mr. Jiang said was generally the same as the information in the inheritance.
It's just that Mr. Jiang's research on supernatural powers seems to be very deep.
To what Chen Fan said, writing the information in the lineage is very different.
But Chen Fan felt that perhaps what Mr. Jiang said was correct!
Because, even in the inheritance of Lianxing Danzun, there is no record that the magical power was not given freely, but was pulled down.
Mr. Jiang knew this.
Saying goodbye to Mr. Jiang, Chen Fan walked and patted his head.
This courtyard is near Lingdan Pavilion, that... This is the inner city!
He doesn’t know the way!
However, Mr. Jiang had obviously thought of this. Chen Fan was still at a loss when a middle-aged man in robes walked over.
"Little sir, Mr. Jiang asked me to take you back.
Chen Fan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone sending him off. If he had to fumble back by himself, he didn't know how long it would take.
Moreover, the inner city of the imperial city was only a hundred miles in radius, but it brought together several of the strongest forces in the entire Yunluo Kingdom.
There are six sects, three pavilions, and the imperial court. If you wander around by yourself, you may cause trouble.
Just as he was about to let the middle-aged man in robe lead the way, he saw the middle-aged man make a hand seal, and a... power of the soul appeared.
Chen Fan was shocked. The middle-aged man in this robe actually used the power of the soul.
The power of the soul was controlled by the middle-aged man, gathered in his hand, and followed the strange handprints to form a talisman.
call!
The talisman was thrown in front of the middle-aged man in robe and turned into a gray eagle!
It is more than five meters long, has a dark brown pointed beak, a thick body, gray feathers, and a shining metallic color on its back.
Chen Fan looked blankly and saw that this was not a shadow, but a living gray eagle.
?
Is this the middle-aged spiritual pet in the robe?
Chen Fan was signaled by the middle-aged man and sat on the back of the eagle with him. The gray eagle flapped its wings and soared into the air.
Chen Fan sat on the gray sculpture and experienced the feeling of flying high in the sky.
But this is nothing like flying in a plane in his previous life, when the oncoming strong wind blew Chen Fan's hair flying.
But both of them were monks, so they didn't particularly care.
...(Is that good....
Chen Fan asked the middle-aged man: "Senior, is this your spiritual pet?"
The middle-aged man in gray robe heard the words, glanced at Chen Fan, and formed a seal in his hand. A force of soul formed a shield, covering the two of them. The strong wind was blocked out, and the roaring sound disappeared.
Chen Fan grinned, if you had this technique, why didn't you use it earlier...
Does this person like the feeling of driving?
No, people are just taking a joyride, but you are taking a wild ride!
The middle-aged voice was slightly deeper: "Old Hui is my brother."