Joy of Life: Grandmaster of the Fan Family

Following the two temple messengers, he lay straight on the ground.

Fan Bin felt that the three temple messengers who were originally surrounding him were running towards him at a rapid speed.

Moreover, these three temple messengers had already started self-destructing while running over here.

"Countdown to self-destruction..."

"5!"

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Feeling the three temple messengers rushing towards him, a hint of coldness appeared on Fan Bin's face.

"Have you completely lost your mind?"

With Fan Bin's speed, these temple messengers could not get close to him.

In this way, their final outcome would be nothing but a futile explosion.

"Or, you have already calculated me and will not choose to stand idly by."

Fan Bin picked up the iron bar.

The surrounding true Qi has shown signs of recovery.

However, the concentration is still very low and is not enough to support Fan Bin to use powerful moves.

"There is more than just the power of true qi in my body right now."

The energy just absorbed from the two temple messengers was instantly condensed on his iron rod as Fan Bin manipulated it.

"One sword, open the gate of heaven!"

Up to now, Fan Bin has not been able to maintain a level above Grand Master for a long time.

Of course, Fan Bin has made some progress as well.

At this stage, Fan Bin has been able to enter the realm above the Grand Master at will.

With the energy in his body exploding, Fan Bin's speed became as fast as lightning.

He went straight to a temple messenger and stabbed the iron rod in his hand into the chest of the temple messenger.

Faced with this sudden attack, the temple messenger wanted to resist.

But his speed was too slow in front of Fan Bin.

Fan Bin easily bypassed the opponent's iron rod and stabbed his own iron rod into the opponent's chest.

"clang!"

Along with the sound of metal colliding, Fan Bin clearly felt the resistance.

He was not Wu Zhu and could not easily break through the temple messenger's defense.

"It's so hard?"

Emperor Qing threw countless punches but was unable to cripple the temple messenger Wuzhu.

You know, the explosive power of Emperor Qing's Kingly Fist is the strongest among all the grandmasters.

It is naturally not easy for Fan Bin to break through the defense of the temple messenger.

"Snapped!"

This temple messenger had obviously put his own life and death aside. He grabbed Fan Bin's iron rod with one hand and continued to shout.

"Target captured, countdown, 3!"

It was obvious that the temple messenger intended to take Fan Bin with him to die together.

The other two temple messengers were also rushing over.

"break!"

Faced with such a situation, Fan Bin was not surprised at all.

He had fought with temple messengers before, so he naturally knew that these iron lumps were not easy to deal with.

But this time, Fan Bin was well prepared.

His black iron sword could not penetrate the body of the temple messenger because of its material. But the iron chisel in his hand was the weapon of the temple messenger.

This means that as long as the power Fan Bin unleashes is strong enough, he will have no problem breaking through the opponent's defense.

"break!"

"break!!!"

The energy absorbed from the temple messenger is obviously not as easy to circulate as the true Qi.

Fan Bin shouted the word "break" three times in a row before he was able to barely break through the obstruction of the temple messenger.

The temple messenger still had no expression on his face, but his arm had been torn apart, and then even the energy block in his chest was pierced.

Before the temple messenger could even shout out the word 2, he fell to the ground.

Fan Bin pulled out the iron rod, and blue liquid immediately flowed out of the wound of the temple messenger.

The other two temple messengers had already rushed over at this time.

Fan Bin followed suit and stabbed one of them directly in the chest with an iron rod.

The temple messenger also tried to resist.

But he didn't have time to react either, as the iron spike pierced his chest and he died.

For the remaining one, the countdown in his mouth had clearly ended, but he was unable to control the energy in his body to self-destruct.

"The magic of attracting stars!"

When Fan Bin attacked the temple messenger for the first time, he was still a little unfamiliar with it.

At this point, he could control the temple messenger with the Star-Absorbing Technique almost effortlessly.

Immediately afterwards, the energy in the temple messenger's body began to gather towards Fan Bin.

"you win!"

The temple messenger, who had been completely controlled, suddenly spoke.

Fan Bin heard the emotion from the other person's mouth.

"Lin Nan?"

Fan Bin spoke, seeming to have confirmed the other party's identity.

"It's me. You are very powerful! According to my calculations, you will be hurt if you face three temple messengers self-destructing at the same time."

The three temple messengers launched a suicide attack, and the temple's mastermind itself did not think that Fan Bin could be killed in one fell swoop.

It just wanted to see if Fan Bin would get hurt.
"I'm surprised too. I thought you wouldn't let the three of them die in vain..."

Before, on Mount Dadong, several temple messengers joined forces to force Fan Bin.

But the temple envoys themselves also had some concerns. That's why they took Emperor Qing away.

At that time, Fan Bin judged that the manufacture, or restoration, of the temple messenger was not that easy.

Therefore, the temple messengers would not actively seek death. If they could not win, they would turn to protecting their own fighting power.

Now it seems that all of Fan Bin’s previous speculations were completely wrong.

These guys were actually used as tools of temptation by the temple mastermind?
The number of temple messengers was probably more than he imagined.

"You are not allowed to attack the Qing Kingdom Palace. I have found a new partner. If you attack, I will start the world destruction program."

The temple master continued speaking through the temple messenger.

"You change quickly. You don't seem like a rigid machine at all."

After hearing Fan Bin's comments, the mastermind of the temple said, "I now have some human emotions. Therefore, I will not completely destroy the world, nor will I use hot weapons against the human world, so as to avoid unpredictable consequences. Three years later, 99.8 temple messengers will be born to cleanse the world. Except for the necessary human fire, nothing else will be left. According to my calculations, % of humans will be wiped out."

"Except for some remote rural areas, everything related to the metropolis will be wiped out?"

Based on this number, Fan Bin roughly guessed what the temple was thinking.

There are primitive tribes in this world, as well as some primitive villages with no information.

They are the ones who preserve 0.2% of human fire.

"Other people's thoughts have either been polluted by technology or influenced by true qi..."

"You are not only going to destroy human civilization, but also all the warriors in this world?"

"Your judgment is correct."

"Then there's nothing more to say, let's fight!"

Fan Bin sneered.

"I accept your challenge! It's nice to meet you, my toy."

Human cubs need toys to accompany them in their early stages of growth. The mastermind of the temple obviously regarded Fan Bin as his best toy.

Although the five temple messengers are all dead.

But the temple still firmly believes that he will win the final victory.

"Puff!" As Fan Bin stretched out his hand and pushed, the last temple messenger had lost all his energy.

"You really treat me as a toy? I don't know whether to say it's lucky or unfortunate..."

Although he successfully eliminated the five temple messengers, there was not a single smile on Fan Bin's face.

Although he had guessed before that the temple master might have developed his own personality.

Now, it just proved his guess.

But Fan Bin didn't expect that after he dealt with the five temple messengers, the temple's mastermind would react like that?
This also means that these five temple messengers are not taken seriously by the temple master.

Why does the temple master have such confidence?
the reason is simple.

That must be because it has better or more subordinates.

That's why it could calmly accept the demise of the five temple messengers. And this inference undoubtedly broke many of Fan Bin's previous speculations.

"Three years. I'm afraid there won't even be one year left."

When the world was destroyed three years later, Fan Bin did not think that the temple master was acting without purpose.

This result must have been calculated by it.

Fan Bin also didn't think that the temple master would lie about this matter.

If it says three years, it must be three years.

But Fan Bin couldn't wait that long. If he waited three years before going to the temple.

What he needs to face then are ten thousand temple messengers, or ten thousand grand masters.

Fan Bin’s strength had indeed reached above that of a Grandmaster, a terrifying realm that no one had ever reached before.

Even the temple messenger, whose strength was comparable to that of a grandmaster, was like a child in Fan Bin's hands.

The gap in strength between the two is already very large.

But even so, Fan Bin had to face 10,000 temple messengers whose strength was comparable to that of grand masters at the same time.

Fan Bin is also in trouble.

Not to mention ten thousand, even if there were a thousand or even a hundred temple messengers joining forces.

Fan Bin had no choice but to run away.

The manufacturing speed of temple messengers must increase in a step-by-step manner.

The later the stage, the faster the Temple Messenger will be produced.

In a year, the number of temple messengers that Fan Bin faced was probably less than a hundred.

This is also Fan Bin’s only chance to prevent the temple from being destroyed.

Attacking the Qing Palace is not allowed. Apparently, the temple master has reached a cooperation with someone in the Qing capital.

"Emperor Qing, Your Majesty. You are truly deserted by your friends and relatives..."

At this time, Emperor Qing did not know that the temple master had abandoned him.

Although Fan Bin has broken up with Emperor Qing now, he still feels a little sympathy when he sees Emperor Qing end up like this.

Of course, just a little bit.

After dealing with the three temple messengers, the surrounding true energy began to slowly recover.

Grandmaster Fan Bin's sensing ability erupted again. He soon saw Emperor Qing and Fan Xian not far away.

"It happened!"

Sensing the aura of several people, Fan Bin's face froze. He immediately turned into a residual image and disappeared on the spot.

On the other side, the battle between Emperor Qing, Fan Xian and the other two has come to an end.

Fan Xian, who had just broken through to become a grandmaster, was now vomiting blood and his face was as pale as paper.

Another grandmaster, Si Gu Jian, was in even worse condition.

His legs were limping and his clothes were in tatters...

Judging from his aura, Si Gu Jian at this moment was probably not even 1/4 of his peak strength.

The threat he posed to Emperor Qing at this time was not even as great as that posed by Fan Xian.

Normally, both of them should have been taken down long ago.

The reason why they were still able to hold on was entirely due to Wuzhu's extraordinary performance.

Although they are all temple messengers, Wuzhu's experience in fighting against enemies and his overall abilities are much stronger than those of other temple messengers.

If any other temple messenger had faced Emperor Qing who had already broken through, they would not have been able to hold out for long.

Wu Zhu and Emperor Qing were in a stalemate for half a quarter of an hour.

During this half a quarter of an hour, he stepped forward countless times, and was knocked away by Emperor Qing again and again.

During this process, Emperor Qing was also attacked several times by Wuzhu.

This made Emperor Qing, who had already broken through, doubt for a moment. Could he be dragged to death by Wuzhu?

Fortunately, this result did not happen.

Wu Zhu finally stopped moving after receiving so many punches from Emperor Qing that he fell to the ground.

Didn't stand up again.

Seeing this result, Emperor Qing showed madness on his face.

"I won! I won!"

He and the temple messenger are taking a two-pronged approach.

No matter which side wins, they are sure to win.

"You damned traitors, how dare you disobey me? Especially you, I have clearly handed over the Inspection Office and the Imperial Treasury to you, why are you still not satisfied? And you still want to go against me? Do you think that because you have my blood flowing in your body, I will not do anything to you?"

At this time, Emperor Qing had gone completely crazy with killing.

"I have cultivated my magical power and can live forever. I don't need an heir! If you were obedient, you could be my subject. But now that you are so rebellious and are associating with the rebels, I will grant your wish today."

As his strength skyrocketed, Emperor Qing's character has also been affected.

He is no longer as calm as before, and even his humanity has been lost a lot.

"die!"

"It starts with you."

Watching Emperor Qing rushing towards Fan Xian, Wu Zhu struggled to get up.

Even in this situation, Wu Zhu's first thought was to save Fan Xian.

Si Gu Jian, who was standing aside, watched Xiao Ye's son who was about to be killed by his biological father.

I can't do anything about it.

"hateful!!"

Si Gu Jian felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

It is obvious that his strength has already broken through to the peak of the Grandmaster level, and is much stronger than before.

But facing Emperor Qing in front of him, Si Gu Jian was helpless.

As a master at the pinnacle of the Grandmaster level, even if you look around the whole world, there are only two opponents who can make Si Gu Jian feel helpless.

Unfortunately, Emperor Qing, who had completely broken through in strength, was one of them.

"The Fist of the King!!"

Looking at Emperor Qing whose expression was almost distorted, Fan Xian seemed to have accepted his fate.

It wasn't that he didn't want to struggle, but he was seriously injured and couldn't struggle at all. The only thing he could do was to stare with his eyes wide open.

Looking at Emperor Qing’s sandbag-sized fist, it kept getting bigger in front of his eyes.

Is this the end?
Just as Fan Xian was thinking this, he suddenly saw an afterimage out of the corner of his eye.

Then Fan Xian saw the iron rod in the afterimage's hand.

Emperor Qing's protective Qi sensed the danger and instantly formed a defense.

"Who?"

Just as Emperor Qing opened his mouth to question, the iron rod in the afterimage's hand directly penetrated the true qi defense on Emperor Qing's back.

"puff!!"

Then, there was the sound of the iron rod piercing into his back. Emperor Qing's powerful body-protecting Qi was completely useless in front of this afterimage.

It was like tofu and was pierced through.

"Fan Bin, how could you?"

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(End of this chapter)