He no longer dared to provoke Suning. He stayed far away and cursed.
She couldn't say she was resentful, but her face was full of dissatisfaction. She pulled Tang Jingyue, who was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground, and whispered: "Uncle, this kid is a freak."
"Where do you think Uncle Xinglan found it?"
"This age, this talent, hiss..."
He took a breath of cold air and said with admiration and envy at the same time: "At the age of twenty, he is about to become a Xuanling Master."
"His cultivation level, well, I can't see through it."
"There is obviously no spiritual power fluctuation in my whole body, but I can't fight back even though I was beaten."
"Is it possible that his cultivation level is higher than yours? Thirteenth level of martial arts?"
"Twenty-year-old at the thirteenth level of martial arts, this is too outrageous."
Tang Jingyue retorted: "You made two mistakes."
"First, with the support of martial arts cultivation, his realm as a spiritual master will only be above that of a mysterious spiritual master."
"Maybe I haven't become a Heavenly Spirit Master yet, but it's not far behind."
"Secondly, when he attacked you, he used less than 20% of his force."
"At that moment, there was still no release of spiritual energy."
"So, if I guess correctly, he used a mental attack."
Pei Chuan said confused: "Is there a difference?"
Tang Jingyue explained: "The difference is huge."
"Spiritual attack is a real competition of moves."
"It can be seen with the naked eye that the Dantian needs to be activated."
"Mind attacks hurt people invisible."
"The gods are not aware of it, and what is moving is the power of the soul."
"It is self-evident how important the soul is to warriors."
"Under normal circumstances, even masters in the semi-immortal realm cannot regard mental attacks as the first method of dealing with people unless they have to."
"After all, the risk is too great."
"If you are not careful, your soul will be damaged. At least it will damage your fundamentals, and you will become confused and crazy."
"The most important thing is, hey, he was killed on the spot."
Pei Chuan said thoughtfully: "You want to say that Tesco's behavior is too abnormal."
"It's not that he hides it, but..."
Pei Chuan's eyes flashed and he said, "There is something wrong with his Dantian."
Tang Jingyue lowered her head and muttered: "That's probably it."
Pei Chuan frowned and said nothing. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the kitchen and said, "Uncle, that's not right."
"Think about it, it takes ten levels of martial arts to cultivate the soul."
"If he can't use his Dantian, where will he get his soul?"
"This, this is not common sense."
In the kitchen, Suning, who had heard everything the two chatted about, couldn't laugh or cry.
There are some things that he can't say clearly face to face.
If you don't understand the limitations of heaven's cause and effect, no matter how much you talk or do, it will be in vain.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Lingxi transferred ten disciples from the headquarters building.
Five old acquaintances from the fortune-telling hall once worked with Suning.
The cultivation level is relatively low, and the highest one is only at the fourth level of martial arts.
The remaining five people are Cai Jin, the manager of the Logistics Hall, and the eighth floor of the military force.
Zhang Heyou, the steward of the guard hall, is on the eighth level of force.
Ma Shan, the manager of the fortune-telling hall, is on the ninth level of martial arts.
Ni Jiujiang, the manager of Feng Shui Hall, is on the ninth level of force.
And Lei Zhan, the steward of Zhuxie Hall, has tenth level of martial arts.
At this moment, next to the artificial lake in the backyard, inside the pavilion.
Suning stood and spoke, talking about his first experience at the headquarters.
There was a small friction in the fortune-telling hall, and he was made things difficult for him by his old disciples.
Those unwritten hidden rules caused him so much trouble that he was attacked in the toilet.
I was in such a state of embarrassment that my memory was particularly deep.
Ma Shan sat and listened, while Monk Zhang Er was confused.
Until Suning finished speaking, he looked confused.
"Then what, you mean, I offended you last year?"
The old man asked tremblingly: "You are looking for me now because you want to settle accounts with the future?"
