Dachen Palace, outside of Chen Fan's practice room, like an ant on a hot pot, it's like an ant on a hot pot.
Opposite him, standing palmprint **** Weng Yan.
Different from the anxiety of calculating the gods, Weng Yan is very serious, even a little stubborn, not empathetic.
No matter what the divine machine said, he did not relax the slightest.
"Oh, Uncle Weng, the situation is really urgent. Then Liang Sixian is dead, and we are about to go to war. Let me see your Majesty soon!"
Suan Shen Ji said anxiously, but Weng Yan ignored it at all.
"My Majesty, now your Majesty is in retreat, you rush in to disturb him, if you bump into your Majesty, what can be done to back yourself apart from your practice?"
"It's not that Uncle Weng is old and stubborn, this matter is indeed a problem!"
"But Uncle Weng, your Majesty said at the beginning that once any major military affairs are removed, he must be notified as soon as possible. Didn't you make me unjust?"
The two argued for their own reasons, and no one would let anyone else.
One side believes that national issues are important, and the other side believes that Chen Fan's body is the most important, and for a while it is in a deadlock.
At this moment, Chen Fan's indifferent voice came from inside the secret room.
"Okay, I already know it, you go to the Chaolu Temple and wait, I will leave soon!"
The moment Chen Fan's voice appeared, everyone breathed out.
Weng Yan doesn't care about those, as long as he is sure that Chen Fan is innocent, he can rest assured.
As for the divine machine, he was actually very nervous just now. He was afraid that if he disturbed Chen Fan's cultivation and led to a delusion, that would be a great sin.
But on the other hand, military affairs are also urgent, so he is so anxious.
Now that it's alright, Chen Fan himself has finished his cultivation, he can also go to worry about the civil and military officials with peace of mind, ready to meet.
In this way, as Shen Ji and Weng Yan left, Chen Fan in the practice room slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant there was a flash of light in those eyes.
The whole person's momentum is actually much stronger than before.
Chen Fan has been in retreat for three years. Since he found a way to continue to compress his spiritual power, he barely stopped for a moment.
But the three years of continuous cultivation and the results were not very gratifying.
Today's Chen Fan, the spiritual power within his dantian has only been compressed by less than one-third.
Compared with the growth rate of Chen Fan, this is even slower than the turtle crawling.
Chen Fan originally wanted to take advantage of the retreat to be promoted to the holy realm, but now it seems that there is still a long way to go.
"Can I get promoted in another ten years? Or... even longer?"
Chen Fan muttered to himself, but if this kind of words were heard by other people, I was afraid that he would die directly.
Others were already satisfied when they reached the peak of Martial Emperor, but Chen Fan was sad because he was temporarily unable to ascend to the Holy Realm.
It can only be said that people must die, and shop around will be thrown away.
Standing up to dust off his body, Chen Fan at this moment was unkempt.
Instead of going directly to the Chaolu Hall, Chen Fan chose to go back to Yongning Palace to wash up.
In the previous debate between Shoushen Ji and Weng Yan, Chen Fan has already mentioned some general content.
Now only Liang Sixian is dead, and it is far from reaching the point where the Zhou-Jin coalition forces are under pressure, so the situation is not as tricky as Shenji thought.
It's just because the sense of responsibility is at work, that Shenji is so gloomy today.
But the emperor can't be the emperor who loses his attitude.
As a deity in the world, a superb existence, Chen Fan must maintain his majesty at all times.
You can neither reject people thousands of miles away, nor get too close to people, revealing the truest side.
This is the reason why the emperors call themselves me.