Chapter 28 Changes

Inexplicably, because of one sentence, Pan Hongsheng stepped into the realm of refining the soul, not to mention himself, even the old man couldn't think of it.

God knows that there are more than enough losses to make up for the shortcomings. Any martial artist knows this truth, but no one has ever realized that when crossing a realm because of this, this can no longer be described as a genius, but a genius!

Pan Hongsheng's only idea of knowing why is actually very simple. Following the heavenly way, he completely floats all his five mixed true spirits into the whole air, so that the whole body is completely immersed in the situation that there is no real thing. In that moment, the heavenly way will naturally sense Pan Hongsheng's weakness, and take this opportunity to take Pan Hong Sheng directly broke through to the realm of refining the gods!

It's simple to say, but it's actually appalling.

So far, no martial artist can let all his true energy be emitted in an instant, which is equivalent to the complete release of his own blood. Even if this warrior does not die, his skills will be completely useless, and even the old man can't do this by grasping the change of heaven at that moment. Only the warrior who enters the realm of Nirvana can I can barely do it.

The real Nirvana realm is to follow the loss of heaven and make up for the shortcomings. Nirvana is to break up all its kilometers in the air, re-cultivate it, and break through the bottleneck of the previous small perfection, and directly enter the realm of great perfection!

And Pan Hongsheng actually realized this in the current realm of refining gods and returning to the virtual, and successfully broke through to the realm of refining gods, which is really too terrible.

Of course, Pan Hongsheng didn't see the stunned expression on the old man's face. Naturally, he didn't know what horrible he had just done, but now it seems that the world is different.

Everything in the world seems to have signs of life, such as flowers and trees, which means that a martial artist has really broken through the first threshold.

The soul has been completely refined.

In the sky, the old man flew quietly towards Zhongnanhai, and his eyes glanced into the east as if he had seen a fairyland.

"I have created a miracle for a person, and I will definitely create a miracle of the times!" The voice is a little ethereal and a little sigh...

Pan Hongsheng finally came back from the mountains. The first thing he did was to find a spicy hot pot next to Medea and have a big meal. Five bowls of rice didn't know how much meat made the baby burp feel weak, but his happy expression made Pan Hongsheng indescribably happy.

"Sir, it's 476 yuan in total." The waiter beside Pan Hongsheng patted his belly and said with a smile, and Pan Hongsheng's heart immediately trembled when he heard this.

He didn't have a mobile phone or wallet, that is to say, eating a meal by himself is equivalent to a bully meal?

"I haven't finished ordering yet. Do you still have anyone to urge guests to eat? I asked someone to come with me. This restaurant tastes really good. Pan Hongsheng frowned and said without changing his face.

He touched his pocket left and right. Pan Hongsheng's face changed from side to side to side. Then he looked at the waiter and said, "Lend me my mobile phone. My mobile phone may have been left at my brother's house. I called him and asked him to bring it to me."

"This, you can use mine." Obviously, the waiter had never seen this situation. He gave his mobile phone to Pan Hongsheng and looked at him. Without saying anything, the servant called Zhang Bowen and asked him to come over quickly and returned the phone to the waiter with a flat face. He ordered another plate of spicy hot pot and a cup of iced soy milk.

Pan Hongsheng, who was holding the shelf, did swore the waiter, but it was a pity that the waiter seemed to have just arrived. After telling the manager about the situation, the manager was also a little worried, and then simply maintained a secret observation attitude.

Pan Hongsheng, the second pot of spicy hot pot, obviously ate much more slowly. He looked at one person after another around him leaving his face and began to become a little ugly.

I have to say that he is too different now. He dressed in dirty clothes and ended up eating for half a day. Now that there are only three or two people left in the whole restaurant, it seems to be stuffing it into his mouth. The manager beside him doubts whether the person is starving to death.

"Sir, we are going to calculate the running water at noon. Why don't you settle the account first?" The manager finally couldn't help walking slowly towards Pan Hongsheng with the bill in his hand.

"Ah? Can you wait a moment?" Pan Hongsheng's face was a little embarrassed, and then he looked up at the manager, and the restaurant manager's hand trembled unconsciously at the moment when the two looked at each other.

Those eyes are not human at all. There is no pedantic of society, no human desire, and even a little emotion can't be seen. Those eyes that can't be seen to the bottom like a deep well even make him doubt whether it is a person sitting in front of him.

"Then you eat first, and I'll wait for a minute." Unconsciously, the manager said with a smile, but a pair of eyes could not leave Pan Hongsheng's sight.

"Ah, no, my friend is here." Pan Hongsheng, who was about to nod, immediately saw a figure running in at the door and then looking left and right. It was Zhang Bowen.

"Brother Pan, I'm coming. Where can I check out?" After saying this, Zhang Bowen just took out his wallet, but his whole body was also stunned.

As the person who knows Pan Hongsheng best, Zhang Bowen stuffed an unsecret bank card into the hands of the restaurant manager like a ghost, and then pulled the chair and sat next to Pan Hongsheng, staring at him.

"Don't look for me even if you are a fucking rass. Be careful that I beat you." Pan Hongsheng curled his lips and said.

"No, Brother Pan, I think you seem to be a different person." Zhang Wenwen replied with his mouth, and his head moved left and right from time to time, as if looking for an angle.

"Have you changed? Of course, I've changed. I've been practicing in the deep mountains and forests for a month. I'm almost hungry. How can I change a person? Tell me, how much weight I've lost? Pan Hongsheng said with a sigh on his face.

"How many pounds have you lost? Let's see for yourself." Zhang Bowen took out his mobile phone and took a picture of Pan Hongsheng, and then handed the mobile phone to Pan Hongsheng.

"Hello, sir, this is your card. Please sign it." The experience beside him took back the bank card and the signing form and looked at Pan Hongsheng with bad traces, and then said to Zhang Bowen. At this time, Pan Hongsheng gently patted Zhang Bowen's arm.

"Why don't I feel anything has changed?"

In the photo, Pan Hongsheng holds chopsticks in one hand and a cup in the other, with an indescribable smile on his obscene face, and his eyes can't see any difference from ordinary people.

"How can't you see it?" Zhang Bowen put the bank card in his pocket, and then looked carelessly at the photos on his mobile phone. Then he swallowed dryly and shook his head and looked at Pan Hongsheng again.