"I admit defeat."

With difficulty, Song Feng stood up from the ground, and then gave in and gave in.

"Pay ten citrines and I will tell you everything about the fast and slow mood." If you believe it, this middle-aged man was unexpectedly straightforward.

"Thank you." Lin Hao was grateful.

Although he also realized the artistic conception of fast and slowness and even defeated Song Feng with it, that was because his own strength was stronger than Song Feng. In terms of his understanding of the artistic conception of fast and slowness, Lin Hao now cannot catch up with Song Feng even if he plays a game.

"All my experiences and insights have been copied and passed on to you in the artistic conception." After receiving the ten cyanine crystals handed over by Lin Hao, Song Feng passed on a document to Lin Hao.

Then, his projection dissipated from the ring, and the body teleported away directly from the instrument.

"What a free and easy guy."

With a chuckle, Lin Hao, after applying for a two-hour break from the train, popped up the watch, called out the information conveyed by Song Feng, and carefully read it.

...

"The artistic conception of fastness will increase."

"The artistic conception of slowness is to reduce."

"Fast and slow overlap, not for the increase or decrease, but for the error, one increase or decrease, and the space is distorted."

...

It has to be said that Song Feng's perception of the artistic conception of speed and slowness is indeed not comparable to Lin Hao, a beginner. That piece of information was only read for more than ten minutes, but even though he spent all the time left, Lin Hao still only understood some of the things in the front. As for the late stages, such as overlapping speed and distortion of speed, he was completely unable to do it.

"It's time."

After being forced out of the rest space by the train, Lin Hao realized that two hours had passed.

Taking a deep breath, he took his thoughts back from that piece of information and looked at the man with a light face not far away.

"Hello, the prince is the way!"

He said, laughing and greeting him.

"Um?"

Dao was also surprised, but he didn't expect that Lin Hao would know his other identity.

He shrugged and said, "Although I don't know who you are, I actually don't like others to call me by the three words "A Man Prince", because I am me, the only way in heaven and earth, inside and outside the universe."

It was completely different from before. When he said this, Dao was also full of momentum, completely a sharp sword with a sharp edge.

"Come on, the last battle between you and me."

He took the lead in climbing the ring, and Dao's eyes were like swords, staring at Lin Hao.

The latter naturally would not give in at all. From the lowest train to board the train, he has encountered countless geniuses and hardships throughout the day. But no matter who it is, he finally took it down and became his stepping stone. Therefore, no matter how powerful the prince is, no matter how others fear him, Lin Hao only believes in himself and the two swords in his hand!
Chapter completed!