The coma this time lasted for more than ten days.
When Chen Fan woke up again, he found that his cultivation had unknowingly broke through to the Eighth Heaven of Martial Spirit, and he had 800,000 catties of tremendous strength.
One step closer to the legendary Wuhou!
"Sure enough, fighting is the best way to get promoted. It's a blessing in disguise to drive yourself into a desperate situation!"
Chen Fan murmured with emotion, and at the same time looked at the surrounding environment, it was still the cabin he was in.
When he got up and moved his body, the sound of crackling like a bean pop resounding in the body full of explosive power, Chen Fan only felt refreshed.
He opened the door with a squeak, and what surprised him appeared in front of him.
I saw a lot of monks standing outside the door. The disciples of the outer door stood in the front, and behind them were many old people with white beards and hair, but they were wearing handyman clothes.
"I'm waiting to congratulate Brother Chen for recovering from his injury, and from then on flying high, the sky is high and the ocean is wide!"
When Chen Fan appeared, the younger outer disciples immediately clasped their fists and bowed, with respectful words and worship in their eyes.
However, Chen Fan clearly saw that many of the crowd were people who had mocked him as a stubborn child before.
Obviously, this is because he has a strong presence outside the door and came here to apologize.
Seeing this situation, Chen Fan smiled in his heart, thinking that he must not just let the matter go, after all, this wall was changed too quickly.
"You guys don't want to break me. I was injured too bad that day, and I don't know when I can recover. I think everyone should come back."
Hearing this, everyone looked up. Chen Fan's face was ruddy and his voice was full of anger. There was no sign of injuries on his body. It's not obvious that he opened his eyes and said nonsense.
Of course, even if they knew that Chen Fan was talking nonsense, they would not dare to refute. On the contrary, there are intelligent people who know the elegant meaning of the string, and immediately stood up and said to Chen Fan: "Brother Chen, please take care of your body. We as juniors don’t know you. What is needed? Fortunately, there is still some contribution in the token, so let Brother Chen take care of it."
As soon as he said this, Chen Fan's eyes showed light, and he secretly sighed that this was a talent.
While declining repeatedly, he finally took over the token of the other party because of "can't quit", but didn't take away many contribution points. After all, this is the person who accompanied him to act, so he naturally wanted to give some benefits.
When others saw it, they gritted their teeth and sighed that Chen Fan was shameless, but what can we do?
If you are annoyed by this great master, you should fight with you.
Today, even if it is a disaster to avoid disaster.
In this way, with a smile, he won more than 10,000 contribution points again, and now only more than 30,000 are left behind the goal of 100,000.
Of course, Chen Fan did not rush to kill him, he only charged one-third of everyone's contribution points. After all, wool is naturally cut one by one...
With the intention of remaining alive after the catastrophe, a kind of outer disciples all dispersed, and Chen Fan finally looked at the old men with white beard and hair.
I saw him respectfully clasped his fists and said: "The younger generation pays homage to the seniors!"
At the age of the Seven Star Sect, he is still a handyman, there is only one thing, that is, people who cross the sea from various other overseas islands!
Although everyone is from different islands, they should be regarded as fellow villagers in essence, so it is not an exaggeration for Chen Fan to call seniors.
After chatting with everyone in this way for a long time, Chen Fan was not at all arrogant at all, and carefully asked a group of elders about their origins and identities, and everyone talked very much.