When the handsome man named Li Tingzhou heard that Lu Qingping was not a disciple of Tianzong, he seemed to understand why this young man could talk to him so naturally.

He stared at Lu Qingping for a moment, then slowly bowed and said, "Sorry, I happened to see you practicing."

When Lu Qingping heard this, she felt relieved.

If you can apologize, it means you are polite.

He didn't intend to mind, and said: "Brother Li, you're welcome. I'm afraid that this martial arts will disturb the disciples of your sect, so I came to a remote place. It makes you laugh."

Li Tingzhou looked at the young man in confusion and asked: "Why are you laughing? Even I can't create such a foundation-building magical skill. Seeing such martial arts, I kind of admire you, because you can actually create such martial arts."

The smile on Lu Qingping's face froze.

The next moment, he complained crazily in his heart:

"I'm just being polite!"

"What do you mean you can't create anything? It seems like you have created a lot of martial arts?"

"Also, why do you think the "Golden Bell" was created by me? When you see other people with powerful martial arts, you think it was created by others."
Chapter completed!