Zhao Wuchen, the leader of the Seven Star sect hall, and the first old Guo Mingfeng are listening to Chen Fan's latest developments in the retreat.
Up to now, chen fan has practiced in a 50 times gravity environment for ten days. In these ten days, he has not been out once, which is in sharp contrast to his previous behavior of going out because he can't bear the pressure.
Everyone is secretly wondering where the end of Chen fan is. He is like a rubber band. No matter how much pressure he faces, he can be as good as he can be.
"Master, in your opinion, how long can Chen Fan stay in the meditation room?"
Guo Mingfeng has a cool look in his eyes. In fact, he still doesn't understand why his tutor pays so much attention to Chen fan, who was born as an overseas monk.
Zhao Wuchen pondered for a while and said, "I don't know exactly where he can go, but I can be sure that it will last more than a month."
"To be in charge of teaching means that Chen fan is more powerful than Ding Chunqiu?" Guo Mingfeng's voice increased a little bit.
Zhao Wuchen looked at each other, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Mingfeng, I know you despise overseas free training most in your life, but you and I have to admit that Chen fan is really a good seedling!"
"Even if he is a good young man, his achievements will be limited. After all, he has gone through so many experiments before he can get to this level. Compared with Deng Jiuge's, I'm afraid there is still a big gap. After all, the maximum gravity of our retreat is only 50 times, which is not difficult at all."
Guo Mingfeng is a stubborn old man, to now, still stubborn.
But who knows his voice just fell, but was refuted by Zhao Wuchen.
"Who said he was facing only 50 times the gravity?"
"Mingfeng, don't you forget that Chen Fan once untied four seals from his body when he killed the ancient elder of the outer gate. I sent someone to investigate it. It was Chen Fan's exclusive cultivation method, weighing 400000 kg!"
As soon as he said this, Guo Mingfeng breathed suddenly. The whole person's eyes were wide, and he said in disbelief: "master, do you mean that Chen fan is still carrying a heavy load in the meditation room?"
"No way. It's 50 times as much as 400000 Jin. What's this concept? Even Deng Jiuge can't bear it. Chen Fan's son hasn't been to Marquis Wu yet. Besides, there's a magic tablet in the meditation room. I don't believe it!"
Guo Mingfeng is very excited. Obviously, Zhao Wuchen's words have exceeded his cognition, and even make people feel afraid.
A young monk, less than 20 years old, has been practicing for ten days with a load of 400000 kilograms under the condition of 50 times gravity and evil spirits.
Is this still human?
Zhao Wuchen seemed to have expected Guo Mingfeng's reaction for a long time. He didn't care at all and said: "Mingfeng, if Chen fan is really a mediocre mediocre, may I be so concerned?"
This sentence completely blocked Guo Mingfeng's follow-up. He knew well who he was in charge of teaching. Over the years, he had no mistakes.
Is that to say, chen fan is at least comparable to the personage of Deng Jiuge?
"Zhang Jiao, I heard recently that Deng Jiuge's closing down is coming to an end. If he goes out at this time, will he tell Chen Fan..."
before Guo Mingfeng's words are finished, Zhao Wuchen waves his hand to block him: "isn't this what I want to see? It's a pool of stagnant water that has been kept for too long in my seven star sect. Isn't it very lively to let a few younger generations fight each other?"
Zhao Wuchen's mouth with a smile, extremely kind expression, but I do not know why, this moment of Guo Mingfeng is feeling incomparable cold, is eroding the body.