The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 542: Martial Master Eight Heavens

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After nearly three months of rushing, Chen Fan and others rested on the Great Wall defense line for three days. After four months, they finally set foot on the northern wilderness again.

At this time, the weather is already extremely cold, and all you can see is thick snow. Although there is a scene covered in silver everywhere, it is still difficult to conceal the endless sense of loneliness and solemnity!

It is night now, and everyone is resting under a poplar tree.

The burning bonfire can't drive away the cold, and the simple felt tent can't keep out the cold wind.

Wu Youde and Huo Mingxin shivered and shivered in their arms and shrank themselves in the wool blanket, not even daring to show their heads.

Snowflakes are floating outside. Since I came to the north, it has snowed almost every day. Even the light snow like this is a rare good weather.

Besides the felt tent, Mu Yunhai wore a single coat, sitting in the snow and drinking to the moon, while Jian Xin, who was opposite him, was wiping his sword at the moment, his eyes turned to Chen Fan from time to time.

Chen Fan is cultivating, and now he has changed his court uniform into a black practice uniform.

Snowflakes fell on his head, but in an instant, it would be melted by inexplicable power. At this moment, everyone present could feel the power of Chen Fan's whole body.

For every second of time, Chen Fan will be strong!

Suddenly, Chen Fan's momentum all over his body was shocked, and a handful of snow fell on the withered Populus trees behind him.

Immediately afterwards, those bright eyes suddenly opened, and the blood-red light brought by the Fateful Star was fleeting.

But after the blood-red light, another mysterious green light appeared, but it quickly disappeared.

"But the cultivation base has been promoted?" Mu Yunhai threw his hip flask to Chen Fan, and looked at his disciple with loving eyes.

Chen Fan nodded, and said helplessly: "It has been three months, and I have finally been promoted to the Eighth Heaven of Martial Master!"

As soon as this remark came out, Mu Yunhai, who was very serious recently, laughed and cursed.

"You slippery, ordinary people have been hard at work for several years, and they can’t be promoted. After three months, you feel that the time is long. If this continues, I’m afraid that within ten years, you will be able to catch up as a teacher. Up."

Mu Yunhai's face has an unconcealable joy. Chen Fan is his disciple. His disciple is so powerful, he is naturally happy.

It's just something, Mu Yunhai doesn't know.

In fact, Chen Fan could break through to the Eighth Heaven of Martial Master a long time ago, but he has been suppressing himself.

Recently, his cultivation level has improved a bit too fast, and he must consolidate it.

Taking a sip of strong wine, Chen Fan got up and moved his body for a while, then looked to the north, as if he saw King Zhinu once again as his eyes moved.

"In ten more days, we should be there." Chen Fan murmured.

At this time, Jianxin suddenly interjected: "The road is blocked by heavy snow, which has some impact on the feet."

As soon as this statement came out, Chen Fan frowned, and Mu Yunhai also noticed a hint of unusual meaning.

"Have you been to the north before?" Chen Fan asked, looking into Jian Xin's eyes.

Who knows that as soon as his voice fell, Jian Xin's eyes flashed panic, and his expression gradually became serious.

She just wanted to say something, but when Chen Fan waved her hand, she stopped Jian Xin's words, and then turned around and bowed to Mu Yunhai with a fist.

Mu Yunhai knew that Chen Fan was afraid of something to tell Jianxin, and nodded and left with the hip flask. Apart from Wu Youde and Huo Mingxin who had fallen asleep, only Chen Fan and Jianxin remained.