Fang Chen asked: "Is the Sword Palace divided into high and low levels?"
"This is natural."
Nangong Zhuo adjusted his posture and said: "The Sword Palace is divided into grades one to nine from low to high. The grade of the Sword Palace is related to the grade of the natal flying sword. Sword Palace The higher the grade, the higher the grade of the natal flying sword that will be born. "
"Of course, there are no absolutes."
Nangong Zhuo explained: "It is not the type of sword palace that is cast that will breed the grade of natal flying sword. This is closely related to the sword cultivator's innate sword energy, physical fitness, understanding, etc. "
Seeing Fang Chen's expression of contemplation, Nangong Zhuo chuckled and said, "But you don't have to worry too much. You have a Pure Yang Holy Body and a Pure Yang Sword Body, and you can give birth to a seventh-grade natal flying sword at the end."
"Of course."
Nangong Zhuo nodded and said: "Above the ninth level, there are saint, immortal, and emperor. Of course, once the Sword Palace is condensed, it will be completely finalized and cannot be upgraded..."
"Buzz!"
Before Nangong Zhuo finished speaking, he saw Fang Chen's chest blooming with light again.
From gold, to red, to purple...
"This is..."
Nangong Zhuo was shocked and lost his voice: "Your sword palace can still continue to improve? This is the ninth grade sword palace!"
The purple sword palace is the ninth grade!
Because, he found that his sword palace was actually filled with a deep dark aura, not the purple that Nangong Zhuo said.
It is like a kind of chaotic and grand atmosphere.
Am I wrong?
Fang Chen concentrated his mind and watched the changes in the Sword Palace.
It was indeed a deep dark black, and Fang Chen could never mistake the feeling of chaos.
Because, these chaotic and grand energy escapes from the small sword-raising pond in the center of the Sword Palace.
The deep dark energy was billowing and condensing in the sky above the sword pond, giving Fang Chen a vague illusion: something was being nurtured in the sword pond.
Of course, this is just an illusion.
The Sword Palace has just been formed, and it is impossible for Fang Chen to immediately give birth to his natal flying sword.
At the same time, Fang Chen discovered that various ancient mythical and vicious beasts were carved on the walls of the Sword Palace.
Green Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu...
Taotie, Chaos, Taotao, Qiongqi...
Fang Chen just glanced at these beasts and felt his mind roaring, his consciousness seemed to have been violently attacked, and he fainted.
Looking at Fang Chen who fell into coma again, Nangong Zhuo suddenly fell into deep thought.
Qingyi’s eyes were red and her expression was haggard.
Obviously she hadn't had a good rest in the past three days.
Three days?
She is indeed the Red Flame Empress, she is indeed terrifying!
"You just stayed like this for three days?"
Fang Chen looked at the little girl in front of him and felt a little moved in his heart.
It seems that from the moment she met Qingyi, no matter whether he was the son of the Fang family or became a waste unable to practice, Qingyi had not changed at all.
In the past, whenever he was injured while performing a mission, the little girl would cry while treating his wounds.
In the three years when his Dantian was destroyed and he was unable to practice, the little girl would comfort him, defend him, scold and even fight those who humiliated Fang Chen.
During this period, Qingyi did not know how much suffering she suffered and how many grievances she suffered.
"Girl, thank you for your hard work."
Fang Chen raised his hand and rubbed Qingyi's head, and said solemnly: "In the future, the young master will never let you suffer any injustice again."
They are called master and servant, but in fact they have become like family members.
"Hmm, the young master is the most powerful!"
Qingyi only thought that Fang Chen was comforting herself, but it was true that her young master was very powerful.
No matter before or now.
For some reason, Fang Chen didn't feel the slightest sense of hunger even though he was in a coma for three days.
"Today is the family competition, isn't it?"
Fang Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Let's go, let's go, some things should be resolved."
...
The Fang family's martial arts field.
At this time, all the Fang family members, except those who are performing some important tasks, have all gathered here today.
Because the Fang family holds a family competition every three years.
All members of the younger generation must participate.
If you can show strong strength and outstanding talent in the family competition, your family will allocate resources and vigorously cultivate it.
In the last family competition, it was Fang Chen who won the first place and was valued by the family.
But who would have thought that the eldest son of the Fang family, who was regarded as the pride of the family, would fall from the altar and be humiliated and ridiculed in one day.
The Dantian was destroyed, which meant that the path to martial arts was completely cut off.
The honor once given to Fang Chen has also been taken back.
Hence, when Fang Chen brought Qingyi to the martial arts arena, the faces of all the clan members suddenly became extremely exciting.
"This loser, really dares to come here?"
Fang Fang saw Fang Chen, the look of resentment in her eyes flashed away.
When Fang Chen was still the most dazzling star in the family, Fang Fang wanted to stay by Fang Chen's side every moment.
Until Fang Chen fell like a comet, Fang Fang was also the first person to draw a clear line with Fang Chen.
Even overtly or covertly, he tried his best to humiliate Fang Chen.
Although other members of the Fang family were not as explicit as Fang Fang, Fang Chen did not have a good look on his face either.
Eastern Wasteland and Jiuzhou have always respected martial arts.
A waste who has cut off his path to martial arts will naturally not be able to gain their attention and respect.
At this time, a battle was going on in the ring.
One of them is Fang Xiong.
Fang Xiong is tall and tall, like a brown bear, and every punch contains the ultimate power.
His opponent was a thin young man. Although he was agile and had avoided Fang Xiong's attacks many times, his face was already full of horror.
This Fang Xiong is worthy of being a member of the Fang family. He is a genius who has emerged recently. He has strange powers and is really a bit too scary.
『Bang!』
With his flexible body, the thin boy rushed behind Fang Xiong and punched Fang Xiong on the back with all his strength.
But Fang Xiong didn't move at all. Instead, he laughed ferociously and slapped him away with his backhand.
A crisp slap and a scream sounded at the same time, and the young man suddenly flew down the ring like a kite with a broken string, and accidentally landed in front of Fang Chen.
He was seen twitching all over, foaming at the mouth, and looking like he was about to die.
At this time, the crowd dispersed, and two tribesmen carrying a stretcher came quickly, carried the young man onto the stretcher with great skill, and left quickly.
The whole process was neat and tidy without any sloppiness. Obviously, this kind of thing is done frequently.
Fang Xiong also noticed Fang Chen. The corners of his mouth suddenly curved into a ferocious arc, and he raised his fingers at Fang Chen: "Fang Chen, do you dare to go on stage and fight?"