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"Host: Yang Fan

Physique: 198

"Strength: 199"

Soul force: 199

"Level: Three Star Dou Zong (70000/150000)"

Yang Fan kept the elixirs into the system's storage. Although these elixirs were robbed crazily in the outside world, to Yang Fan, they were just experience, and were of no use.

"System, where can we find the Sky Heaven Alliance?"

"West, Purple Bamboo Forest. That is the only place on the eastern border that has the Heavenly Palace Alliance!"

"Purple Bamboo Forest, not a bad name!"

Yang Fan quickly ran towards the west, wanting to reach the Central State as soon as possible.

With the strength of a three star Dou Zong and the speed at which they spread their wings, it only took one day for them to arrive at the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Indeed, it was as its name suggested. All of the bamboo sticks were purple in color, making them look like fairyland.

"Is anyone there?"

When Yang Fan arrived at the boundary of the bamboo forest, he found that it was blocked by dense bamboo, and even his soul force couldn't detect the situation inside.

He shouted three times consecutively, but got no response.

He forced his way through the bamboo forest and headed inside. Although the bamboo was tough, it was like a reed in Yang Fan's hands.

As soon as he entered the area, a surging wave of energy came from all directions, causing the surrounding bamboo to fall towards both sides.

"Who is it, trespassing into the Purple Bamboo Forest!"

The voice seemed to come from the highest heavens, and the power it contained was enough to make everyone submit.

Yang Fan slightly bent his legs, wanting to kneel down.

"Master, there is a seven star Dou Zun in the space!"

"Seven Stars... "Dou Zun!"

For a three star Dou Zun, Yang Fan needed to exhaust all of his strength to deal with it. What did this seven star Dou Zun mean?

Yang Fan quickly bent over and cupped his fists, "Senior, junior Yang Fan only wants to go through the Mirage Forest to Central Continent, to come here, and intentionally offend you!"

"Central State?"

Space tore apart in front of him as a purple-robed elder appeared. The elder had a head full of white hair and had a righteous aura about him. He did not want to be a proud and arrogant person.

Yang Fan raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him. A trace of reverence appeared in his heart, "Senior, I hope you can forgive me for my offense!"

"You want to go to the Central Region?"

"Yes!"

"The place to go to Central State is not here!"

Yang Fan was puzzled. Could it be that the system's notification was wrong?!0

"Senior, isn't this the Violet Bamboo Forest, the place under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Palace Alliance?"

The elder stroked his beard as his expression became shocked, "Little kid, you sure know quite a lot. I wonder where this little monster came from!"

"Senior, you're too kind!"

"That's right, you're very talented and even very intelligent. But to go to the Central Region, you really can't go from here!"

"What's that?"

The old man pointed in a direction, "If you walk from here for six hours, you will be able to reach the Purple Bamboo City. From there, you will be able to enter the Central Region!"

"Don't you need anything else?"

"Of course not, as long as your talent is good enough. After all, the Central Region is really scary!"

"Thank you, senior!"

Yang Fan walked towards the direction the old man pointed. The old man looked at Yang Fan's back and nodded in satisfaction.

"Little kid, if you don't have anywhere to go to the Central Region, go to the Heavenly Palace Alliance and claim the name of Senior Purple Bamboo, then you will be treated quite well!"

"Many thanks to Senior Zi Zhu!"

Yang Fan randomly responded. This old man's words were really warm to the heart. If he had the time, he really would have made a trip to the Heavenly Mansion.

Six hours later!

It was just as Venerable Violet Bamboo had said; a deep and serene great road appeared in front of them. On both sides of the path, there were bamboo forests.

Yang Fan was not the only person who had come. There were several tens of young geniuses, and they were all waiting for something.

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