On the twenty-eighth day of practicing 50 times gravity, a dense crowd of monks had gathered outside the retreat room.

Ding Chunqiu, who was surrounded by people in the center like a star holding the moon, looked extremely unkind.

In two days, Chen Fan was about to break the record he had left, and the inner door rankings would surpass him. This kind of thing might not be good for anyone.

"Senior Brother Ding, in my opinion, Chen Fan may not be able to survive the past two days, you don't have to care!"

"Yes, even if it survives, what happens if Brother Ding is surpassing. I don't believe in an overseas casual cultivator, and it will turn the sky over?"

In the face of everyone’s discussion, Ding Chunqiu didn’t say a word. He knew his own affairs. Three years ago, he was able to practice in an environment of fifty times the gravity for a month. It can be said that it was luck. If you give him another chance. , May not be able to reach this point.

And when he was practicing in the retreat room, he had to rest for a long time after each time, but Chen Fan, every time he came out, he only took a few days to heal his injuries, it was almost non-stop.

This shows what?

Chen Fan's actions have already surpassed Ding Chunqiu.

And being surpassed by an overseas casual cultivator is absolutely a lifetime shame, Ding Chunqiu didn't even dare to think about what he would do in the future!

With such tangled thoughts, another day passed.

But now, everyone stopped talking, because they suddenly discovered that a little Chen Fan could refresh his knowledge time and time again, and even made them doubt life!

In the retreat room, Chen Fan had obvious feelings. He was only a thin film away from breaking through. As long as he clenched his teeth and held on for a while, he would step into the pinnacle of Wuling.

His lips were dry and chapped, and the cold sweat was dripping out, even mixed with blood oozing from the pores.

Ordinary people simply cannot imagine that at this time, Chen Fan is silently enduring such pain, as if a mountain is pressed on his back, hard stones are constantly rubbing his skin, and the piercing pain can make a person with an extremely determined mind. Crazy.

During these four or five months of practice in the retreat room, Chen Fan seemed to have walked through purgatory and tasted all the pain in the world.

At the beginning, his purpose was very simple, just to contribute points, but after that, Chen Fan unexpectedly discovered that this place could be used for cultivation, and his purpose became a breakthrough.

Now, the breakthrough is in sight, it is only half a step away. All the pain Chen Fan has suffered will be worth it. After the breakthrough, he can also start to move towards the realm of Wuhou.

Try to the point that has never been achieved by playing San Xiu.

Chen Fan believes that this is his own nonsense, which is a blockbuster. He believes that he will eventually rely on unparalleled determination, perseverance, and stubbornness to walk the path of the strongest.

"Rumble..."

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder rolling in the sky, the blue sky was like a washing firmament, and the clouds were covered for a moment, as if the sky felt Chen Fan's dedication to power and was making his own response.

At this moment, all outsiders stared with breathlessness, their hands tied together, seemingly waiting for Chen Fan's blockbuster.

In the main hall of the Zongmen, Zhao Wuchen and Guo Mingfeng also floated in midair and looked out. Neither of them spoke, and they were all waiting for the rise of a Tianjiao.

The rise of a Tianjiao that can be comparable to personal transmission!

But what everyone does not know is that an unexpected change is slowly brewing!