"Qin Ming, tell me, where does this technique come from?"
Qin Yuan suddenly closed the booklet and stared at Qin Ming.
This is a heaven-level skill. Even the families in Chenyang City can only use earth-level low-level skills at most.
If the introduction in this booklet is correct, this should be a top-grade heaven-level technique.
This kind of skill, even if a little bit of news is leaked casually, will cause a bloody storm. "My master got it accidentally. He is actually not a great martial artist, but a strong man at the level of King of Martial Arts."
But now that I’m injured, I can’t use King Wu’s strength.”
Qin Ming had no choice but to pull the master out.
"King Wu, King Wu..."
Qin Yuan was pacing in the family ancestral hall, his face excited and nervous.
I never thought that the aloof King Wu would be so close to me one day.
Moreover, King Wu also became the enshrinement of his own family, which was like a dream.
Qin Yuan suddenly stood up straight, took a deep breath, and said to Qin Ming
"Qin Ming, no one should talk about this matter about you. King Wu is both a benefit and a disaster."
"Yes! Father. I didn't tell anyone, I only told my father."
Qin Ming nodded and said to his father.
"Okay!" Qin Yuan calmed down and now King Wu has arrived at their home.
Whether it's wealth or misfortune, they have to bear it themselves.
If they survive this calamity, they become dragons; if they fail to survive, they become ashes.
"Qin Ming, did your master say how he was injured and what the enemy's strength is."
To injure King Wu, the only way to injure King Wu is to be a King of Wu, or even a person with a level above King Wu. That's why Qin Yuan was so nervous.
"Master said that the enemy is only King Wu. He has ways to deal with it, so he told us not to worry."
Qin Ming consoled him.
"That's good! That's good!" Qin Yuan murmured.
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"Father, look what's in that jade bottle?"
Qin Ming said with a smile.
"Oh?" Qin Yuan came back to his senses and was vaguely looking forward to it. What King Wu gave him couldn't be too bad.
Qin Yuan slowly opened the jade bottle and poured out a pill.
"This is a Qi Gathering Pill. It is a perfect Qi Gathering Pill. The number is...a full twenty pills?"
"Yes, father." Qin Ming smiled.
"With these pills and this heaven-level technique, my father will be able to break through to the realm of a martial artist."
"Okay! Haha... okay!" Qin Yuan laughed, thinking that he would soon reach the realm of the great martial artist he dreamed of, how could he not be happy.
"Qin Ming, why don't you practice this technique with me?
If you also practice this technique, with your qualifications, you will probably reach the level of a great martial artist easily."
Qin Ming waved his hand
"Father, the skills I practice are not bad, and are even better than the skills you practice.
It's just that his cultivation speed is a bit slow, and this technique seems to be tailor-made for me."
"Slow?" Qin Yuan shook his head. It took him a month to practice to the level of a martial artist. How could this be slow?
"You are old enough and have your own opinions. As long as you think carefully about it, you can do whatever you want.
If you feel something is wrong with the exercise, stop immediately."
Qin Yuan ordered.
"Okay, father, please don't worry."
Qin Ming added, "Father, you can only practice this technique by yourself. If outsiders know that we have heaven-level techniques.
It’s a disaster, not a blessing.”
Qin Yuan looked at Qin Ming and said
"You brat, don't worry, your father is not an old fool yet, of course he knows how to keep his wealth secret.
If our family is not strong enough to protect this technique, I will not tell anyone." "Qin Ming, tell me, where did this technique come from?"
Qin Yuan suddenly closed the booklet and stared at Qin Ming.
This is a heaven-level skill. Even the families in Chenyang City can only use earth-level low-level skills at most.
If the introduction in this booklet is correct, this should be a top-grade heaven-level technique.
This kind of skill, even if a little bit of news is leaked casually, will cause a bloody storm. "My master got it accidentally. He is actually not a great martial artist, but a strong man at the level of King of Martial Arts."
But now that I’m injured, I can’t use King Wu’s strength.”
Qin Ming had no choice but to pull the master out.
"King Wu, King Wu..."
Qin Yuan was pacing in the family ancestral hall, his face excited and nervous.
I never thought that the aloof King Wu would be so close to me one day.
Moreover, King Wu also became the enshrinement of his own family, which was like a dream.
Qin Yuan suddenly stood up straight, took a deep breath, and said to Qin Ming
"Qin Ming, no one should talk about this matter about you. King Wu is both a benefit and a disaster."
"Yes! Father. I didn't tell anyone, I only told my father."
Qin Ming nodded and said to his father.
"Okay!" Qin Yuan calmed down and now King Wu has arrived at their home.
Whether it's wealth or misfortune, they have to bear it themselves.
If they survive this calamity, they become dragons; if they fail to survive, they become ashes.
"Qin Ming, did your master say how he was injured and what the enemy's strength is."
To injure King Wu, the only way to injure King Wu is to be a King of Wu, or even a person with a level above King Wu. That's why Qin Yuan was so nervous.
"Master said that the enemy is only King Wu. He has ways to deal with it, so he told us not to worry."
Qin Ming consoled him.
"That's good! That's good!" Qin Yuan murmured.
r>
"Father, look what's in that jade bottle?"
Qin Ming said with a smile.
"Oh?" Qin Yuan came back to his senses and was vaguely looking forward to it. What King Wu gave him couldn't be too bad.
Qin Yuan slowly opened the jade bottle and poured out a pill.
"This is a Qi Gathering Pill. It is a perfect Qi Gathering Pill. The number is...a full twenty pills?"
"Yes, father." Qin Ming smiled.
"With these pills and this heaven-level technique, my father will be able to break through to the realm of a martial artist."
"Okay! Haha... okay!" Qin Yuan laughed, thinking that he would soon reach the realm of the great martial artist he dreamed of, how could he not be happy.
"Qin Ming, why don't you practice this technique with me?
If you also practice this technique, with your qualifications, you will probably reach the level of a great martial artist easily."
Qin Ming waved his hand
"Father, the skills I practice are not bad, and are even better than the skills you practice.
It's just that his cultivation speed is a bit slow, and this technique seems to be tailor-made for me."
"Slow?" Qin Yuan shook his head. It took him a month to practice to the level of a martial artist. How could this be slow?
"You are old enough and have your own opinions. As long as you think carefully about it, you can do whatever you want.
If you feel something is wrong with the exercise, stop immediately."
Qin Yuan ordered.
"Okay, father, please don't worry."
Qin Ming added, "Father, you can only practice this technique by yourself. If outsiders know that we have heaven-level techniques.
It’s a disaster, not a blessing.”
Qin Yuan looked at Qin Ming and said
"You brat, don't worry, your father is not an old fool yet, of course he knows how to keep his wealth secret.
If our family is not strong enough to protect this technique, I will not tell anyone."