772: C772 Meeting Gift

C772 Meeting Gift

With Monk Zhiyong's death, Yang Fann was already invincible.

"Brat, don't forget to collect some things from your Master later, even though it's useless. But to the current you, it's still a great supplement. " Suddenly, a voice appeared in Yang Fann's mind.

Needless to say, he was a God on the second floor.

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"What is it?" Yang Fann was surprised.

He cleaned up the battlefield, and basically put everything of value in his bag. However, since the second floor said that, Yang Fann quickly checked again to make up for it. But it was the same, he didn't find anything.

"Boss, what exactly is that thing?" Yang Fann asked helplessly.

"A beam of Astral Soul light? You can't sense it with your current strength." The sound from the second floor faded away once again.

Only then did Yang Fann remember that the immortal light disappeared after he killed Gongsun Zhan. Yang Fann originally thought that the illusionary power was withdrawn by the giant face in the sky. However, from the looks of it, that was not the case.

As for the Pill Fire in his Dantian, Yang Fann didn't have any interest in it. It could even be said that this kind of flame was not even qualified to be Little Firebird's tooth sacrifice. After all, his Five Sun Primordial Fire was only, and if it didn't reach the Six Sun Primordial Flame, Yang Fann's Divine Body would be useless.

However, upon hearing this reminder from the second floor, Yang Fann realized that Gongsun Hou's body could not be wasted. Gongsun Zhan was not qualified, but Gongsun Hou was qualified. The existence of the Nine Yang Primordial Flame was enough to make his Sun Steel-body even stronger.

It could even make him, Fire God, even more decisive.

Ever since he had activated the Alchemy Universe with Wu Steelheart, he had not made any further progress. Now that he had the Nine Yang Primordial Flame and the wisp of flame from before, Yang Fann had a feeling that it would definitely bring him a huge surprise.

However, now was not the time to think about such things. After all, even if he wanted to cultivate, he would have to wait for the matter before him to be resolved.

At this time, the buddhist music lingered in the air, and the buddhist gate that had disappeared returned. The figure of the Buddha welcomed him respectfully and kowtowed in front of the Buddhist door.

Jiyaaa!

The buddhist gate opened again, and two figures walked out.

The old man was walking leisurely in front of him, as if this buddhist gate was his back garden. If he wanted to come, he would come; if he wanted to leave, he would leave.

Buddha followed behind the old man silently. The old man did not speak, nor did he speak.

"Alright, I'll be going as well. Let this little guy go walk around your mountain. He really needs to wash up. " The old man said.

"Naturally." Buddha nodded and said without any hesitation.

The old man nodded and looked towards Yang Fann.

"You've become stronger. After a tough battle, you have become sharper, not bad." Hurry up and raise your cultivation. There's not much time left. " The old man looked at Yang Fann and said.

"Master, you're leaving just like that?" Yang Fann immediately opened his mouth to stop him.

He had too many questions and wanted to ask the old man. For example, what exactly were these rules and what were the rules about? And who made the rules …?

Too much.

He needed to find an answer.

"Don't ask, just don't know. There are some things you need to find out for yourself. Sometimes what others tell you is not what you see. Of course, you shouldn't trust your eyes too much either. "However, I can give you something. Although it cannot be considered a treasure, if it is integrated into your spear, it should be able to help you advance further." The old man said indifferently. Then, he began to move about in the void with his bare hands, as if he was trying to stir something.

But very quickly, the old man's hands trembled faster and faster, and beams of golden profound light gradually condensed in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, a beam of immortal light condensed in the old man's hand.

"The power of the Star Gate in this thing can trigger a trace of the power of the stars. "I can see that your long spear should be leveling up very soon. If you are lucky enough to find a forging method that is superior to others and help you smelt it, you might gain an unexpected harvest." The old man said.2

"Can I refine it?" Yang Fann asked.

This power was very strange. It could protect Gongsun Zhan and even reassemble his body. If Yang Fann did not want to have this method, even he would not believe it.

"He has a bit of potential. What use does he need this kind of power?" You still don't understand, that you are the greatest lucky chance in the world. " As the old man spoke, his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction.

Speak, the old man took a step forward and disappeared into the void.

Yang Fann had a helpless look on his face. He didn't expect that a single sentence would cause the old man to be unhappy.

"F * ck, Little Fan, you have angered Master. Does this mean that my dream of becoming Master's disciple has been shattered?" Wu Tie couldn't help but complain as he watched the old man's figure disappear just like that.

However, Yang Fann ignored him and sunk into deep thought.

Although the old man didn't speak much, every word he spoke seemed to indicate something.

"What you heard was not as good as seeing it? But sometimes, don't trust your eyes too much. What exactly is this supposed to mean? " Yang Fann couldn't help but think.

However, before Yang Fann could think of anything, Buddha suddenly said:

"Little friend, your luck is shocking, to be able to have a relationship with this senior. This Seat... I really don't know if I should call you unlucky, or unlucky to the extreme. "

Yang Fann was confused.

"What does Buddha mean by this?" Yang Fann asked indifferently.

Be neither humble nor arrogant!

After all, the Buddha in front of the old man made Yang Fann speechless. However, even though Buddha was a Spirit Body, his cultivation was not for show. There was still need for respect.

"Nothing, but since you're a senior apprentice." I've already come here, so it's a bit unreasonable for me not to give you a bit of a greeting gift. " Buddha tried to dodge it, then he opened the center of his eyebrows with his hand and opened up a small opening.

Soon after, a drop of golden blood flowed from his fingertip.

All of a sudden, Yang Fann felt as if a golden light was flashing in front of his eyes. It was as if a great buddha was standing in front of him, and all the evil and charms that were under this power were about to vanish into thin air.

But at the same time, his mind was full of differences:

"Buddha, this … "Not so good. After all, it's best if you don't do anything." Yang Fann said politely.

However, he handed it over with utmost honesty.

The meaning was very clear. He was close to saying, "Hurry up and give it to me, hurry and give it to me."

However, Buddha didn't care about Yang Fann and just moved his hands. Following that, as he drew with his hand, the blood instantly transformed into a swastika character.

Yang Fann's eyes instantly lit up. This was too shocking, Wu Tie's true blood was flowing. There was no need to compare at all. Just from the aura and color, he knew that it was much stronger than the drop of true blood that Monk Zhiyong had used to summon him.

"This is a drop of my true buddhist blood, it was produced when I testified against Buddha's true body. Truth be told, I only have a few drops myself. However, you cannot fuse with this blood. There is no such thing as fate or fate between you and me. " Buddha said.

"Buddha, you're wrong. Meeting someone is fated, not to mention that you have an irreconcilable relationship with my master. I feel that I can form a relationship with him, and I am kind and compassionate. Perhaps, I can inherit Buddha's legacy." Yang Fann said directly.

His eyes were red!

Not to mention him, even if the buddhist World Sovereign s knew about this, they would still fight over it.

This was true buddhist blood! He didn't know what that was, but he could feel the terrifying power contained within this swastika. Even an existence like Monk Zhiyong was easily suppressed.

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