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Chapter 821 Tianyuan Saint Ruins
In the depths of the imperial domain.

In the ancient world full of sacred energy, a beautiful figure of a young girl sits quietly cross-legged.

Between the heaven and the earth, the indescribable power of laws gradually merged between his fingers.

And it is precisely these intersecting laws that continuously spread out an indescribably mysterious atmosphere.

That kind of aura is enough to make any monk above the fairy king see it, and absolutely dare not underestimate it.

The enveloping law lasted for a long time before it gradually faded from Qianying's body.

Afterwards, this young lady who had been sitting cross-legged for a long time finally opened her eyes.

This beautiful figure is not Lin Jinger.

"call…"

The delicate lips let out a breath, although Lin Jinger was extremely satisfied with the result of the practice.

But in the end, on top of her delicate face, she couldn't help showing a hint of depression.

"Yang Fan, when will he come back?"

"Shall I go find him?"

But when she thought that she had only left Jiutian Temple not long ago, Lin Jing'er could not set off to look for Yang Fan.

"There's no other way, it's the only way to do it."

In desperation, Lin Jinger suddenly sneaked out a pair of men's boxers from the storage space.

Just smelling a little bit, the familiar aura belonging to Yang Fan made Lin Jinger blush.

No way, this is too much!
In the beautiful eyes, the colors of collapse continued to emerge, and in the end Lin Jing'er couldn't control herself anymore, and directly plunged her head into the clothes in her hands.

For a moment, there was only wheezing and wheezing, and the sound of heavy breathing continued to sound.

Coincidentally, this frightened the maid who had just come in to ask for instructions, and quickly curled up in a corner, her face full of horror.

"Isn't that Miss Jing'er's clothes?"

"And that one that seems to be a man?"

"Miss Jinger, what are you doing here?"

"No, I'm going to tell the mistress that Miss Jing'er has a big problem!"

……

Nine Heavens Hall, Seventh Hall.

For some reason, Yang Fan suddenly felt a chill.

That means, it's like somewhere, someone has done something terrible to him.

But at this time, Yang Fan didn't have any thoughts, and cared about this matter.

At this moment, he is standing above the main hall of the Holy Lord.

In addition, in the main hall, many elders of the seventh hall, and even some top disciples were all present.

And Shen Xingyue, who also had beautiful eyes full of affection, looked at Yang Fan from the side.

Now is the time for Yang Fan to be canonized as the Son of the Seventh Hall!
Generally speaking, there will only be a holy son or a saint in a hall, which means the strongest of the disciples in the hall.

But now, a change may be taking place in the Seventh Temple.

Yang Fan's strength was obvious to all, and of course it was also because Shen Xingyue didn't mind at all, and Yang Fan was listed as the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter alongside herself.

On the contrary, this made her a little happy.

Son and Daughter in the same temple, doesn't that sound like a couple?

All in all, when the Lord of the Seventh Hall announced Yang Fan in public, he was the Son of the Seventh Hall.

The voices of reverence sounded like a wave in the main hall of the Holy Master.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

"Meet the Holy Son!"

No one has any objection to Yang Fan's ranking as the Holy Son.

Above the Nine Halls of Martial Arts, isn't it Yang Fan who helped the Seventh Hall win the position of leader!
Nowadays, it is not as good as comprehensive strength, at least in terms of disciple strength, because of Yang Fan's existence, the Seventh Palace has already won the first place in the Nine Palaces!

This is enough to make any disciple excited.

Yang Fan was naturally indifferent to this.

He didn't care about the position of the so-called Son of the Seventh Temple.

Even, he didn't even know it before.

Just now, he was still in the cave, and he was directly called by Shen Xingyue.

After entering the Holy Lord's Hall, he was confused and was directly appointed as the Holy Son.

"Brother Yang, congratulations on becoming the Son of the Seventh Palace. Now, you are just like Xingyue!"

After Shengzi announced the end, Shen Xingyue was the first to come up, her pretty face full of undisguised joy.

And just by looking at her expression, Yang Fan knew that she must have encouraged the Lord of the Seventh Palace to become the Son of God.

But at this time, Yang Fan has no intention of pursuing it.

Instead, by the way, he and Shen Xingyue went to meet the Lord of the Seventh Hall.

He didn't care about the position of the Son of God, but he happened to have some spiritual problems and wanted to ask the Lord of the Seventh Palace for advice.

"Greetings, Lord Holy Master!"

"Greetings, Holy Master Master!"

The two saluted one after another. After the Seventh Hall Master's waiver, Yang Fan was unceremonious and asked directly about his confusion.

"Sure enough, have you come to this point?"

Hearing Yang Fan's inquiry, the Lord of the Seventh Palace didn't seem surprised.

Now Yang Fan has reached the eighth step above the Immortal King.

But no matter whether it is the later state or the comprehension of the law, it is like reaching a bottleneck, unable to move at all.

"You are indeed excellent, not only in your cultivation, but also in your comprehension of laws."

"But after all, you have come to this point in a short period of time, which is tantamount to squeezing out your talent to a certain extent."

The Lord of the Seventh Palace came slowly, and explained Yang Fan's doubts.

"It's a good thing to be able to bring out your talent and talent, but if you play it too fiercely, it will eventually cause defects."

"At this time, it is necessary to supplement talent to a considerable extent."

What the Lord of the Seventh Palace said immediately made Yang Fan suddenly enlightened.

It turned out to be the case.

In fact, he also faintly felt that he seemed a little empty, so it was because his talent was too depleted.

"However, Lord Holy Master, how do we make up for this loss of talent?"

Hearing the words, the Lord of the Seventh Hall suddenly smiled.

"Originally, it is really difficult to make up for the loss of talent, but it is you who have won the opportunity for yourself to make up for the loss."

"Ok?"

Yang Fan didn't know why, but Shen Xingyue's eyes lit up at the same moment, and she thought of something.

Shen Xingyue, of course, would not hide anything from Yang Fan, so she spoke immediately.

"Brother Yang, Master is talking about the Tianyuan Saint Ruins!"

"Tianyuan Saint Ruins?"

Yang Fan still didn't understand why, but soon, the Lord of the Seventh Hall answered carefully.

"This Tianyuan Saint Ruins is an ancient holy place, which contains indescribable power of Tianyuan."

"That kind of natural power can even turn a waste of talent into a peerless genius. In the same way, it will naturally be able to make up for your lack of talent."

"However, this Tianyuan Saint Ruins cannot be entered casually. Even if it is my Nine Heavens Palace, only in the Nine Palaces of Martial Arts, the winner of the First Palace can get the Holy Ruins Order and use it to enter the Tianyuan Saint Ruins .”

The Lord of the Seventh Palace explained so clearly that Yang Fan of course also understood what kind of existence this Tianyuan Saint Ruins really existed.

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