Wang Hui has never experienced it personally, but it is not difficult to guess by reading the classics and combining it with the sighs of Taoist Fu Bo.

The qualifications of Pope Silver Moon, chief wizard, high priest, and necromancer are not only top in the bay world, but also great in the world of cultivators.

If you change to a superior environment, you will definitely be a powerful person of more than four demigods!

In this way, Wang Hui felt a sense of confidence, but at the same time he was a little unhappy.

Why are all miniature worlds produced by Le Chi, and the environment on the practitioner is significantly higher than the rest of the world?

Is it really the setting of "main world" and "super world"?

Thinking about this idea, is it that the entity of the world of the practitioner is placed in the Lezi headquarters, and the one sent to Wang Hui will always be the "support world"?

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The nagging words of Taoist Fu Bo gradually became intermittent until they turned into a snoring sound.

The fifth bottle of Wang Hui's special old white gantry was at the bottom. He, an early-stage master of Nascent Soul, could no longer hold it back and fell asleep on the table.

What's strange is that the Fu Bo Yuanying, who looked like a shrinking baby in his dantian, stood up and watched with a vigilant face.

This is the advantage of practitioners in the Nascent Soul stage. Even if their body is in a state of drowsy and loss of consciousness or even dying, the Nascent Soul can remain normal.

At critical moments, you can not only save your life, but also have the chance to take the opportunity to fight back and kill the enemy that is attacking!

Of course, if you are really forced into a desperate situation, most practitioners will not use the Nascent Soul to fight to the death, but will find opportunities to escape and seek another chance to live, which is equivalent to a second life.

Even though it's just a shrunk version of life, it's better than losing it completely...

Wang Hui put down a new bottle of special old white trunks and left silently in the ripples of space.

Today he gained a lot from Taoist Fubo, and all signs show that this person's evil nature is only directed at extraordinary people, especially the glamorous "righteous people" and disdain to bully ordinary people.

Evil, but evil has to have a little principle.

On the other hand, Taoist Master Shouchong is a bit pedantic. He must be a little bit pedantic. Unless he encounters a heavy blow in the head, even a few cows will not be able to pull back.

Like when Shouchong first arrived at the Storm King Capital, if the Divine servant was not strong enough, he would have been killed all of them with those new recruits of Tianwei Army as evil cultivators...

Shouchong and Fu Bo seem to be in opposition between good and evil, but who can be called a "completely good person" or a "completely bad person"?

Wang Hui took no compulsory measures against both of them to maintain their relatively free right to act.

Later, today's qualifying matches ended, and the traffic in the tavern decreased.

The customers either left with their friends, or left with their drinkers, and then the Fubo Taoist gradually woke up.

"Well... except for the beast king jelly in the barbarian land, I have never drunk such wine elsewhere..."

He rubbed his temples and got up, looked at the new bottle of special old white gantry on the table, hesitated for a moment and put it away.

Taoist Fu Bo understood that the God of Death had not completely relaxed his surveillance of him. Once there was a move beyond the rules, he would probably not be as polite as he was today.

"Oh, the little old man has to hold his tail up again. When will this day be...hey?"

The Taoist Fu Bo stopped collecting the wine and noticed the abnormality in the storage ring. His face instantly became even more bitter.
Chapter completed!