Chapter 420: Opportunity Waiting

"Thank you, Master!"

Although Wang Zhifan was not used to it when he heard the big shot in front of him giving him a title, he politely expressed his gratitude.

But what made him a little unbearable was that he himself, who had been given a name, was not very excited, but someone around him suddenly became as excited as a chicken blood, making him want to fly away immediately.

"Taoist Master Fanyun! The Master actually gave you a name himself! This is an opportunity that many monks would never dream of! And the Master gave you a two-character name! It is far more noble than the ordinary four-character name! This layman is so envious that he falls to the ground..."

The young super-genius Qingfeng layman acted quite exaggeratedly at this time. He stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhifan's shoulders, his eyes almost widened and he said, almost completely destroying the handsome and unrestrained Confucian master he had given people since his debut. The image makes people feel that this guy is a passionate young man.

"Qingfeng..."

The master behind him couldn't stand it anymore when he saw this, and he had no choice but to remind this guy to maintain his image as a Confucian scholar, so he quickly took his hand back and reluctantly returned to his serious appearance.

"Ahem... It is indeed a blessing for me to be named by my master... In the future, there will be indispensable words about me in the Disaster Chronicles... I hope that my friend can live up to expectations and eliminate more evil troubles for our human race. …”

The three Buddhist monks standing nearby also congratulated Wang Zhifan, but their words were more sophisticated, so Wang Zhifan turned to them and said a few words to ease the embarrassment of the scene just now.

In this way, the discussion about Wang Zhifan's name has come to an end. No matter what Wang Zhifan himself thinks, his name in this world has been determined to be "Martial Master".

Because this title was given to him by the Master himself, the Master’s influence was so great that even if he rejected others, he would still recognize it.

Afterwards, several people turned their attention to the nearby strange illusion area, hoping that the master would rescue the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword trapped in it, but the master shook his head slightly after hearing this, saying that there was no need to do anything extra.

I just heard Master say this:

"You don't need to worry. This illusion is a great opportunity for the trapped person. In half an hour at most, she will escape from the trap and become the true form of the Azure Dragon."

"Azure Dragon's true form? Are you saying, Master, that not only is there no danger for little friend Mieyue, but that he will be a blessing in disguise and achieve a super-innate realm?!"

The eminent Buddhist monk with more extensive experience was immediately surprised after hearing this.

Because he knows what is special about the Mie Yue clan, that is, for this clan, the innate realm can cultivate a special dharma form, and the super innate realm can cultivate the dharma form into the true body, which is much stronger than ordinary monks of the same level!

"That's right, so don't disturb us too much and just wait patiently."

After the Master finished speaking with a slight smile, he slowly glanced at the people around him and then said:

"It's over here. Everyone, I'll see you again if we have the chance. Feng'er, when you return to the academy, you will be punished by copying the "Cultivation Chapter" ten times."

After saying that, this man who held an important position in the current world quickly disappeared into the air, leaving no trace behind.

"Master's teachings! Qingfeng takes them to heart!"

Although he had left, the young Confucian master Qingfeng layman did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly bowed and saluted in the direction where the master had just disappeared, returning to the standard Confucian image when he appeared.

As soon as the Master left, the three Buddhist monks next to him seemed to be secretly relieved. They looked at the strange and ever-changing illusion and sighed slightly:

"Super innate... Super innate... I don't know how much time and effort I spent in order to break through this bottleneck. I also had to use Master's secret medicine to help me, and I was able to barely break through... Now a hundred years have passed, but my cultivation is still stuck. At the peak of the first level, you can’t even peek into the second level... But today you will see the third super-genius junior with great promise. It is really scary and scary..."

It turns out that the three old monks heard the Master's assertion that the Dragon Girl and the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword would also become super-innate. They were moved by the situation and compared it in their hearts. They found that there is no comparison between people, and the more they compare, the more sad it becomes.

There is really no way around this.

Super innateness is supposed to be a very high level in this dungeon world. The three monks are all super innate, so they should be satisfied.

But there is also a huge gap within the great realm. For example, the Master who just left is known to the world to be at the pinnacle of super innateness. It is said that he can break through to the saint realm at any time. The gap in cultivation between the three monks and the Master is probably greater than that between them and those who do not practice. The gap among civilians is even wider.

It's okay that they can't compare with the Master. They will only feel like they are standing tall at the top of a mountain. But two young people with super innate realms appear in front of them in succession. How can they not feel emotional?

Now they will witness the birth of a third very young super genius, a special super genius from the Mie Yue clan, which makes them feel even more like they have lived in vain.

If they were fallen Buddhist monks, they would probably be driven by jealousy and plan how to besiege and kill the newly born outstanding young people in order to balance their twisted hearts.

When the three monks were sighing, layman Qingfeng also looked very interested. He paid attention to the fluctuations in the strange illusion in front of him, and suddenly took out a tube of white paper, spread it out with one hand, and then used the tip of his other finger as a pen and ink. Start swiping on the spot.

"The birth of a super-innate monk is worthy of celebration! This layman must paint a painting and compose a poem for it!"

As he spoke, the Confucian monk entered the state of mind and began to use his finger as a pen to write freely on the paper. He looked very scholarly.

Wang Zhifan was speechless and choked by the behavior of these people, and for a while he didn't understand what their brain circuits were.

On the one hand, he didn't quite understand why these people completely believed in this prophecy when they heard Master said that the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword could break through the super-innate realm without any doubt at all.

On the other hand, he doesn't feel that now is the stage where everything is over.

Because on the surrounding plains in the distance, there are still many Buddhist disciples and chivalrous people who heard the news fighting against the demons. This battle is not over at all! But the three Buddhist monks seemed to have no intention of taking any more care!

Originally, Wang Zhifan didn't want to pay attention to other people's affairs, but when he thought that his mission in this dungeon was to help the Disaster Realm defeat the demons and help them repel the invasion, he had to remind the three monks:

"Three masters, do you need my help to deal with the remaining remnants of the demon world?"

He said it more tactfully. On the surface, he was offering to help, but in fact, he was telling the other party that you three old monks should stop lamenting your life here! My disciples are still fighting bloody battles!

However, Wang Zhifan's reminder did not wake up the three Buddhist monks from their special state. Instead, they turned to look at Wang Zhifan as expected and replied with a smile:

"Your Excellency Wu Zun, there is no need to worry too much. Let the remaining demons be dealt with by our disciples! This battle is a very rare training opportunity. Blindly helping them will hinder the growth of the disciples."

It can be heard from their words that they did not suddenly become stupid and forget to pay attention to the current situation, but deliberately let their disciples solve the remaining problems in order to achieve the effect of actual combat training.

"I see, I am stupid."

After hearing this, Wang Zhifan had to admit that the three old monks' decision was reasonable, but he thought that his thinking had not changed.

Because this world is a typical extraordinary world, the power of many people does not always hold true, so it is necessary for the three eminent monks to put a certain amount of pressure on the disciples to let them experience selection and growth.

In a world where individual strength is not outstanding, it would definitely be a crime for a leader to let his subordinates face danger like this.

But this world is different. The purpose of the existence of the majority of disciples is to give birth to masters. Sufficient actual combat experience is very necessary, even if someone will lose their life.

Besides, according to Wang Zhifan's current observation, the situation on the entire plain currently belongs to the absolute advantage of the human race. Those demon generals or ordinary demons have long lost their previous violent momentum after the demon kings died and one disappeared, and most of them want to escape. .

If Buddhist disciples can't even deal with enemies of this level and need help from a few experts, then there is really no need to train them. It would be better for them to return to secular life as soon as possible and go home and marry a wife.

In this way, after a brief exchange, Wang Zhifan found that he seemed to have nothing to do now.

The three Buddhist monks all said that they would let their disciples practice, so it would definitely not be good for him to rashly attack the demons around him, but now two of the three demons are dead, and another one is fighting with the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword in a strange illusion. The situation was unclear. If he didn't choose to leave, he could only find a place to stare.

"Let's wait... The master said that the dragon sword can come out in half an hour at most. As long as his prediction is not too wrong, I can afford to wait... and I also want to see what the true form of Qinglong is."

After thinking for a while, Wang Zhifan decided to stay here to let himself rest after the war.

Therefore, being a little bored, he chose to watch the Qingfeng layman who was showing off his passion.

This person's current performance can be said to be worthy of the Confucian style. He looks young and upright, holding a rectangular paper roll in one hand, and walking around on the paper with a single finger on the other hand. Sometimes his eyes are focused on the paper, and sometimes He raised his head and looked at the strange illusion ahead, occasionally observing the surrounding scene, appearing extremely serious and focused.

When Wang Zhifan walked quietly behind this person, he found that he was indeed painting, and the painter looked quite good. Except for the black and white colors, everything was very realistic, which transcended his understanding of ink painting.

What he is currently painting is the surrounding scene, a vast plain land, a hazy and strange illusion, surrounded by five powerful figures with different auras looking forward to it, and there are two ferocious Demon Lord corpses on the periphery as a foil, revealing A chilling and cold atmosphere.

Among them, Wang Zhifan's figure is quite prominent. Not only is he alone in one place, but he can also be seen from his steps walking slowly from the direction of the corpse of the Demon Lord behind him. The long sheathed sword in his hand is faintly emitting demonic energy, clearly indicating that the two Demon Lords behind him are there. The remains were left by him.

"Good guy... This man is not good at choosing names, but his painting skills are top-notch. No matter the shape or spirit, he is impeccable... He drew this casually with his fingers. If he had normal pen and ink, it would be even more amazing. …It’s just that this painting doesn’t look complete enough now…”

After secretly admiring it for a few moments from behind, Wang Zhifan had to admire that the Qingfeng layman who was a little speechless at first did indeed have two brushes, and his painting skills were definitely at the level of an ink painting master.

Of course, this painting still has shortcomings. For example, the depiction of the illusion is still very vague, and it is obvious that a blank space was intentionally left. There is also a large void above the illusion. Five figures are staring at this blank space. There is no doubt that it is still needed. Fill in some content.

"Your Excellency Wu Zun, can this layman's painting still be able to gain the Dharma's eye?"

Seeing Wang Zhifan appreciating his work, Qingfeng Layman, who had already finished most of it, turned around and asked with a bit of complacency in his tone.

"Not bad! Your painting skills are superb, I admire you very much!"

Wang Zhifan nodded immediately in response.

But he suddenly wanted to give this kid a little dimensional shock, so he said again:

"Seeing that you are so good at writing, I am also a little itchy, I wonder if I can borrow some paper?"

"Oh? That Layman would like to see it!"

Qingfeng Layman became interested as soon as he heard it. He stared at the mysterious Wang Zhifan in front of him and handed him a new rectangular white paper. He couldn't believe that such a powerful warrior recognized by the master was also proficient in painting.

Because it is well known that monks of various sects have some specific areas of expertise, such as Confucian monks are involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Taoist monks are mostly proficient in alchemy and talisman paper, and Buddhist monks often have a deep study of vegetarian food.

Only the martial arts monks who are different from the three mainstreams but have integrated with the three mainstreams have no fixed impression. It may be that most martial arts monks are ordinary civilians, working in all kinds of industries, and their interests and hobbies are not unified.

"Please wait a moment, layman."

Wang Zhifan took the white paper and naturally would not deceive others. He did not know the painting technique, but he could take shortcuts.

He first held the white paper in one hand and made a look of thinking and conceiving, and secretly took out a special equipment from the backpack space with the other hand without leaving a trace, the magician's power box.

"Image retention... I remember it correctly... Adjust it to the spell position... Select the direction of the illusion in the image retention area..."

Wang Zhifan, who was ready to cheat, quickly adjusted the treasure box and put it back, then he stretched out a finger to make a painting action on the paper, which was a very necessary performance.

However, just when the layman Qingfeng next to him was curious about what he was doing, the illusion suddenly changed dramatically!

First, the complex illusion that was stacked and flowing in all directions suddenly shook violently! Some illusions collapsed quickly and visibly! Others were severely deformed, like a soap bubble that kept growing!

Then, a kind of ancient, vicissitudes, majestic, and powerful aura emerged from the illusion, and this aura quickly became strong and dazzling, making the people outside the illusion stunned for a moment!

"The real body of the Azure Dragon! It is indeed the real body of the Azure Dragon!"

Instantly, the three Buddhist monks closest to the illusion were shocked. They had seen the scene they were waiting for.