Obviously not, he was so scared that his whole body was shaking.
How did he treat Yun Luo before? How did the Yun family abuse a useless waste?
Wouldn't Yun Changmao know?
No!
He knows too much.
So of course this debt must also be settled on his head.
There was a smile on the corner of Yun Luo's mouth. She looked calm and calm, standing quietly on the spot, holding a snow-white little fox in her arms.
She was like this before, and she is still like this now.
But the difference is that when Yun Changmao saw her before, he thought she was extremely arrogant, but now... a dignified seventh-level powerhouse, standing here and nagging him so much, is simply giving him face.
This is strength!
A weak person with no strength, even if she kneels down to beg for mercy and grovels, she will only be looked down upon with disdain, and people will step on her face unscrupulously.
However, no matter how arrogant a strong person is, if he slaps someone in the face, the other person will still smile and say, "Well done."
Is it ironic? Ridiculous?
But that's the truth.
There was a hint of cynicism in Yun Luo's eyes, and she walked towards Yun Changmao without saying a word.
She took a step, and Yun Changmao took a step back. His eyes were inexplicably frightened, and all the muscles in his body were tense. The aura around him was uncontrollably scurrying around, as if he would break out of his body in the next second and attack Yun Luo.<
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But Yun Luo knew very well that Yun Changmao didn't dare.
How could he, a person who is so afraid of death and yet so tolerant, dare to attack her without being forced into a desperate situation?
The riot of spiritual energy just reflected the fear in his heart. This is the defensive instinct of a warrior, just like a weak animal can't help but explode its hair when encountering a powerful predator.
Yun Luo stopped and said funnyly: "Father is afraid of me?"
"How, how could it be."
Yun Changmao forced a smile, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with force: "As a father, I am just a little surprised. I didn't expect that Luo'er... has grown so much in just five years."
Yun Luo smiled and said nothing.
Yun Changmao probed again: "I don't know, Luo'er, how you usually practice?"
He was obviously a waste five years ago and didn't even have the most basic sense of spiritual power.
In just five years, he was able to break through to the seventh level...
If Yun Changmao hadn't seen this with his own eyes and someone else had said this, he would have slapped him in the face and cursed him for being "whimsical".
Five years is such a short period of time?
If an average person can break through the first level in two or three years, he can be called a genius.
Moreover, the higher a warrior goes in training, the slower his speed becomes.
From the first level to the third level, it may only take three or four years, but from the third level to the fifth level, it may take ten years.
It is even more difficult to break through the sixth level from the fifth level. This is not only a matter of resources, but also requires talent.
Just like the prince, the typical talent is not enough, and it is useless to rely on elixirs. He has been stuck at the fifth level peak for six or seven years and has not made a breakthrough yet.
And Yun Changmao...
He is actually quite talented. But if he hadn't borrowed the elixir brought by Yun Luosheng's mother, he wouldn't have been able to break through to the sixth level so easily.
What's even more ironic is that when Yun Luo was born, Yun Changmao was a sixth-level initiate. Now that Yun Luo is twenty years old, he is still a sixth-level initiate...
And what about Yun Luo? It only took her just five years to break through to the seventh level. No one would believe this because it was so unbelievable.
How did she practice?
Could it be that I was lucky and got some rare treasure?
Yun Changmao was in a mess, and his jealousy outweighed his fear.
His eyes were bloodshot, with a stiff smile on his face, staring at Yun Luo, as if he wanted to see through the secret of her rapid cultivation.