Chapter 1298

Luo Feng did everything, chen fan clearly know that he can not complete.

This is not to say that he is inferior to the other party. On the contrary, as long as Chen fan is willing, it is not difficult to kill Luofeng.

It's like a piece of stone that is broken like powder. When Luofeng reaches down, the output of spiritual power is just right, without any leakage of power.

But what if Chen Fan came to this.

It's wild flowers. It's not difficult to knock the ground out of a deep and bottomless pit.

Only in this way, it goes against the original intention. After all, the purpose of practice is to compress the spiritual power and destroy the stones.

Is it not a waste of spiritual power to hit a deep hole in the ground for nothing?

If Chen Fan's strength is enough to crush the opponent, it's OK to say that if the two sides are basically the same, and the opponent's spiritual power compression is stronger than chen fan?

The answer can be foreseen. Chen Fan's spiritual power must be consumed first!

Therefore, the spiritual power compression of King Wu's realm is the most important thing at present!

First of all, after compressing the spiritual power, chen fan can break through the bottleneck and take a solid step towards the four heaven of King Wu.

After that, the spiritual power became more solid. Although it could not increase the combat power again, it could enable chen fan to have more means to deal with it when he encountered a close battle in the future.

Thinking of this, chen fan no longer hesitated, even in front of Luofeng father and daughter's face, began to practice spiritual compression.

His method is very simple, that is, according to the previous Luofeng way, smash a small stone.

It can even be said that Chen Fan's choice is more difficult. He wants to use spiritual power to separate the small stones and penetrate the vacuum of silver needle thickness!

Of course, this strength should be well handled. Otherwise, chen fan is afraid that he will destroy the whole Luo mansion.

Luo Feng was surprised to see that Chen Fanzhen fell into practice so quickly.

He nodded in admiration and left with Luoshui Yao.

In a flash, a month passed. When Luofeng and his daughter came back again, chen fan was still immersed in the practice.

Wind and rain do not avoid, cold and heat do not soak!

For a month, he never sleeps, and never stops. Even a monk's practice, which is similar to that of ascetic practice, is really shocking.

Outside the garden, they observe Chen Fan's practice in silence, and their eyes are full of shock.

After a long time, Luo Feng sighed and said, "maybe, I know why chen fan can reach today's level with such young ability."

Luoshuiyao looked at his father and waited for his reply.

"Over the years, I have seen many highly gifted monks, but most of them are arrogant and never practice hard. In the end, they are caught up by their peers and become extinct."

"As for those who are not gifted, but are extremely hard-working, maybe they believe in the truth that stupid birds fly first, but sometimes we have to say that talent determines where a monk can finally go."

"As a monk, hard work is not enough. You must have talent to rely on. This is the best way to practice."

After listening to Luofeng's words, Luoshui Yao nodded his head and felt something. He took a deep look at chen fan, who was devoting himself to practice. His lips lit up and said, "and he is a man who pays equal attention to talent and persistence, and who can take it out alone is no worse than a hero at that time!"

"Yes Luo Feng nodded and then added: "Yao'er, don't forget that in addition to talent and persistence, chen fan has another more terrifying quality."

"That's his wisdom!"

"No matter when or where we are provoked, we should not have a grudge against it."