A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Luo Fan stood at the other end of the ring, slowly dusting off his sleeves.

Only then did he raise his eyes to look at the red gull, revealing a gentle smile.

"I did have a few last words, but they're for you."

The red gull's eyes turned cold. "What did you say?"

I said,

Luo Fan said, word by word, "While you can still speak, quickly tell me anything you want to say."

"After all, later..."

"You won't even have a chance to speak."

The entire room fell silent.

The next second, a huge uproar erupted.

"Holy crap! This Luo Fan is way too arrogant!"

"That's our senior brother! A top-tier expert at the peak of Foundation Establishment!"

"He's only at the first level of Qi Refining, where does he get such a big mouth?"

Everyone was stunned by Luo Fan's words.

Could it be that this kid thinks he can win by luck against their senior brother?

The red gull was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Good! Good! What an arrogant and ignorant piece of trash!"

His eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved!

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing Luo Fan extend his hand, Chi Ou's rushing figure came to a sudden stop with a swift motion, and he grinned maliciously.

"What? Scared?"

"No, that's not it."

Luo Fan flashed a mouthful of bright white teeth. "What I meant to say is, doesn't your Zhengyang Sect have any shame?"

Watching the red gull's face alternate between red and blue, his smile grew even brighter.

Chi Gull saw Luo Fan smack his lips and point at him.

"You're supposed to be the senior disciple of the Zhengyang Sect, so tear off your clothes before you go on stage."

"Those who know the situation will think you're fighting, but those who don't will think you're here to perform."

"How about you spin around in a circle, and I'll give you a tip?"

Luo Fan spread his hands, his eyes full of sincerity.

puff-!!

Xiong Chumo couldn't help but spit out the pastry she had just put in her mouth.

Yan Wujiu laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

Even the sect leaders on the high platform couldn't help but twitch their lips.

The red gull's face changed from red to green, and then from green to black.

"You're asking for it!"

His step caused the arena to tremble!

His right fist, crackling with crimson, violent spiritual energy, slammed straight at Luo Fan's face!

He unleashed this punch with rage, and the force of the punch sent waves of heat through the air!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, eager to see how Luo Fan would respond.

With a swift movement, he left an afterimage behind him, and his true form appeared three zhang away.

"Um?"

Chi Ou missed her punch, frowned slightly, and turned around to throw another punch.

boom!

The ground was smashed into a large crater.

Luo Fan's figure disappeared again, reappearing on the other side of the arena.

"Wow, that's fast!"

"What kind of movement technique is that?"

Many people present couldn't understand it; he was just an ant at the first level of Qi Refining...

How can one master such a profound skill?

Red Gull ignored everything else; he only wanted to save face and threw several punches in succession.

His punches came faster and faster, densely packed, seemingly blocking all of Luo Fan's escape routes.

It was as if Kolov had anticipated his attack trajectory.

He always manages to dodge the punch at the last second, by the slightest margin.

One punch.

Two punches.

Ten punches.

Thirty punches.

It was always just one inch off.

Just an inch.

"Hmph! A rat crossing the street!"

Enraged, Red Gull roared, "If you've got the guts, take my punch head-on!"

He was confident that he could take Luo Fan's life with just one punch!

And he noticed it too.

This kid doesn't have much strength at all; he's just good at movement techniques.

Luo Fan's previous advancement was solely due to his movement technique, a stroke of luck that allowed him to win.

But this approach won't work on him!

As Chi Ou's punches became increasingly fierce, countless cracks appeared on the arena floor from his stomping.

The sounds of explosions echoed one after another.

Luo Fan completely ignored Chi Gu, and paid no attention to his provocation.

His gaze was solely focused on the trajectory of the spiritual energy flowing as the red gull practiced its techniques.

Stare at the lines of his taut muscles.

Staring at the crimson lines that vaguely appeared beneath his skin, flowing like magma.

The Eye of Truth quietly began to operate.

Those spiritual energy channels that outsiders cannot see are clearly visible to him.

Starting from the dantian, it passes through the Ren and Du meridians and the twelve meridians.

They converge, compress, and erupt at specific nodes.

He saw the secret of the true form of the Crimson Sun.

"Have you had enough?"

Luo Fan suddenly spoke.

He stopped dodging and instead reached out to catch the fist that the red gull was throwing.

The red gull's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt a familiar heat emanating from Luo Fan's palm.

He suddenly looked up.

Luo Fan's lips curled into a smile again.

boom!

His upper robe ripped apart.

*Sizzle!*

As the fabric ripped, it revealed a body of well-defined, perfectly proportioned muscles.

It wasn't like the fierce, rugged muscles of a red gull, as rugged as a mountain rock.

Instead, they are as sharp and powerful as a cheetah, with every inch of their muscles containing explosive power.

The sunlight fell on him, outlining his distinct features.

In addition, faint red lines were visible beneath his skin.

Like magma flowing through meridians.

Like a flame burning in one's blood.

The True Form of the Crimson Sun.

He learned it.

The entire room fell silent.

The red gull's eyes were wide open like copper bells.

"This...this is impossible!"

His voice changed, "How do you know the techniques of my Zhengyang Sect!"

"I just learned it."

Luo Fan smiled. "Is it difficult?"

is it hard?

The red gull was stunned.

This is the highest-level body-refining technique of the Zhengyang Sect, combining offense and defense!

He endured countless hardships and spent countless years in order to master this secret technique.

It wasn't until recently that he finally mastered this secret technique.

result.

Others can learn it just by watching it once?!

How could this be so outrageous!

Could it be that Chi Ou is not a genius at all, but just a mediocre person?

Do not!

impossible!

Illusion!

This must be an illusion!

But on the high platform, Sikong Jue suddenly stood up!

His face went from gloomy to ashen, and from ashen to an unbelievably pale.

He recognized it at a glance.

That's not an illusion, nor is it merely a resemblance.

That's a striking resemblance.

The path of Luo Fan's internal energy.

The rhythm of the flow of spiritual energy.

Even the order in which the crimson patterns spread was exactly the same as what he had taught the red gull.

In just a few dozen breaths.

take a look.

And that's how you learn it.

What kind of monster is this?!

If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat in the future!

He skillfully concealed the murderous intent that was about to burst forth from his eyes.

If you're going to make a move, now's not the time.

Moreover, given Red Gull's abilities, even if he exerts all his strength, this kid will have little chance of survival!

He only needs to wait and see.

And just be prepared for these people around you to come to your rescue at a critical moment.

Beside Sikong Jue.

Master Xuanming and Master Qingyang exchanged a glance.

They saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

Shocked!

And... thankfully.

Fortunately, this child is not an enemy.

Yunxi picked up the teacup, brought it to her lips, and then put it down.

She swallowed hard.

The tea has gone cold.

I didn't notice.

Liu Linglong's eyes hadn't left Luo Fan since the moment his robes were torn.

She looked at the smooth muscle lines.

Look at those perfectly proportioned broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Looking at the skin that was flushed from exercising.

She unconsciously stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her red lips.

I'm hungry... I really want to eat something.

As for Xiong Chumo, she blinked.

Blinked again.

He even rubbed his eyes.

"Wow...that's...um...exciting..."

But it's awesome!!

Perfect for weightlifting!

She nodded secretly, her eyes sparkling.

Compared to her unbridled enviousness, Lu Qingdai's gaze softened considerably.

Her throat was a little dry.

My body feels a little hot.

Bai Jie looked at the figure on the stage, whose veins bulged on the back of his hand in the bright sunlight.

She bit her lower lip.

That bastard!

She was annoyed by his indecent behavior in public and wanted to look away.

But my eyes won't cooperate.

He couldn't help but glance at the stage.

He glanced at it, then quickly looked away.

Take another glance.

She suddenly thought.

What if one day, this bastard asks her to fulfill the responsibilities of a Daoist partner?

He used the Crimson Sun True Form…that, that…

She shivered.

He straightened his legs.

Thinking of those images, he quickly shook his head.

Xuantian Sect faction.

Qin Wushuang stared blankly at the stage.

She remembered what she had said last night.

"After the martial arts competition, I hope you can represent Peach Blossom Temple to propose marriage to our Xuantian Sect."

Subconsciously, she thought she was speaking on behalf of some of her junior female classmates.

But now, things are uncertain.

I could hear rapid breathing coming from the side.

Qin Wushuang tilted her head.

Seeing that Luo Jiyao was staring intently at the stage, her chest heaving much faster than usual.

"Junior sister."

Qin Wushuang called softly, "What are you thinking about?"

"Feel."

"..."

Qin Wushuang wanted to say something to her: How can we cultivators be so shallow?

Then I suddenly realized that I seemed to have the same thoughts.

Before she knew it, white smoke was almost rising from the top of her head.

"This kid... he's probably a prodigy, isn't he?"

Xie Nantian let out a long sigh of relief; he, as the senior brother, felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He has seen geniuses.

He himself is a genius.

But he had never seen it.

Some people can learn their opponent's most secret technique in just a few dozen breaths during a fight.

Remove the character "吧".

Chu Wuyai crossed his arms and spoke in a calm tone.

Xie Nantian fell silent.

Shen Fufeng and Zhao Jingzhou exchanged a glance.

He smiled wryly.

They were once senior brothers.

Now, they are just passersby.

Yan Wujiu squatted in a corner.

He didn't draw a circle.

She simply looked up at the sky, tears streaming down her face.

"If Heaven had not given birth to Yan Wujiu..."

"Jealousy has lasted for eternity, like a long night."

Damn it!

Gan!