Seeing the strongest Taoist priest mention the strength and weakness of each realm, I immediately asked: "By the way, you just told me that the Emperor Dragon's God-breaking Technique is divided into six realms, but you never told me how strong these six realms are.
Wherever it is and where it is weak."
The strongest Taoist priest paused, then said in a gulp: "This... you will know this when the time comes."
I immediately complained: "What kind of answer is this? Come on, even if you don't tell me the strengths and weaknesses of other realms, you can still tell me what the benefits are after the Emperor Dragon has its feet?"
The strongest Taoist priest thought about it for a long time, but still kept silent about the specific benefits of each realm: "I have just made it very clear, you should understand it yourself."
"Well, since you don't want to say it, forget it." Seeing that the strongest Taoist priest refused to answer, I had no choice but to give up asking him: "Speaking of which, my current Emperor Dragon God-breaking Technique has entered the so-called one-kick realm.
Bar?"
"The realm of one-kick? You are thinking too beautifully." The strongest Taoist priest sent a mocking expression and sneered: "According to the scene you described, you have just entered the realm of painting feet.
Is the realm still far away?”
"But... but isn't there a claw under my imperial dragon? Doesn't this count as a foot?" I raised a question while frowning.
The strongest Taoist priest chuckled and replied: "Haha, the claws under your emperor's dragon are so short. You must at least cultivate your claws to two meters long before you can truly enter the one-kick realm."
I suddenly realized this, and at the same time, I had a new question: "So, if that's the case, how can I practice and deepen this emperor dragon's god-breaking technique if I can't continue to absorb supernatural power?"
What I said is true. Yes, the spells and gestures that the strongest Taoist taught me before were just ways to perform the Emperor Dragon God-wounding Technique. He never mentioned how to improve after learning the Emperor Dragon God-wounding Technique.
The realm of this Taoist art.
But when I asked, the strongest Taoist priest fell silent and didn't know what he was planning.
Waiting was too boring and boring, so I had to urge: "Hey, are you going to tell me about the follow-up training method? I'm waiting for this Taoist skill to defend myself."
Seeing how pitiful I was, the strongest Taoist finally relaxed: "Well, this Taoist skill is just an ordinary Taoist skill anyway. It doesn't hurt to tell you the follow-up training method, but you have to wait a few days and I will sort it out.
I will forward the information on this Taoist technique to you as soon as possible."
I can still afford to wait for a few days. After all, my Emperor Dragon God-wrecking Technique has already reached the stage of drawing feet. Even if I practice for a few more days, there won't be much room for improvement.
So I gratefully replied to the strongest Taoist priest with a message: "Then thank you!"
Having said that, I have been holding this thank you in my heart for a long time. Although this water friend always hides it from me, when the critical moment comes, this water friend teaches me how to deal with male corpses, and also
He taught me the art of Huanglong's injuring the gods.
So I can boldly say that if I had not met this water friend, I might have died in Jinxiu Tower long ago.
After all, the Emperor Dragon God-wounding Technique he taught me directly saved two of my lives.
In fact, from the moment he taught me the Emperor Dragon Soul-Sorrowing Technique, we have already broken through the relationship between water friends and posters, and have become a close relationship between teachers and friends.
Facing my thank you, the strongest Taoist priest was very calm: "Thank you, sir, you don't need to thank me. Anyway, helping you is equivalent to helping a life. It's just a little effort."
"Hehe, you look like a Taoist priest at a time like this." I smiled sincerely.
After laughing, I was ready to put away my phone and look at Kong Yusheng in front of me again.
But at this moment, the strongest Taoist priest sent a new message.
"Are you addicted to chatting with me?" I muttered, then clicked on the screen to check the message.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't do it yet, the water friends are urging you to stick more closely!" the strongest Taoist priest kindly reminded.
"More posts?" I was stunned for a long time before I remembered that there was a new post: "Damn it, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that there was a new post. It's all because of the series of weird things that happened before."
"Haha, then update it quickly, friends in the water can't wait." The strongest Taoist laughed.
"Okay." I responded, opened the browser, and entered the forum called "Late Night Horror Stories."
After entering the forum, I looked at the forum's hot list and saw that my live broadcast post was no longer among the top ten.
"Looking back now, I haven't posted more in more than four hours, right?" I thought as I flipped the screen to enter the live broadcast post I had written.
Sure enough, because I haven’t posted an update for more than four hours, the fans have already fallen out.
"It's great to stop updating for a while, but it will cost you your household registration." Her breasts were not big enough and she commented viciously.
"The talk upstairs is so unpleasant. It's really a deterioration in the world, but I like it." He didn't understand the style and just undressed and agreed.
"Master, are you there? Please reply to my comment if you see it. I have already bought the blade and am ready to send it to you." Shancheng Chow Yun-fat's comment was full of threats.
"Everyone, please stop threatening the original poster. The original poster left last night and went very smoothly. Let's disperse." said the undernourished milk boy.
"What you said upstairs is right. When the poster left, I was also with him. He was lying in the coffin with his whole body frozen. With tears in my eyes, I played the suona and sent the poster off for the last journey." Unsatisfied returned the money and was heartbroken.
Sigh sadly.
"Hey, what you said above is wrong, isn't it? The poster obviously wanted to be cremated and buried at sea, so what kind of coffin is there?" Angry Bird half questioned and half joked.
"What nonsense are you talking about? The original poster was obviously stabbed to death by random knives. When he left, he even greeted the mothers of all water friends." Shrimp Pig Xin said leisurely.
"Owner, please post more soon. If you don't, I will commit suicide." He threatened on the rooftop.
"Cherish life and stay away from the poster." The bikini beauty clasped her hands together.
"It's not worth committing suicide for a eunuch like the poster. Tiantai, you should get out of prison as soon as possible. All the mistakes you made are only the fault of the poster and his family." Briefs Romance advised.
"Oh, Barcelona has become 8 Salona. I am not in the mood to greet the original poster and his family now. You can go and enjoy yourself." A water friend nicknamed "8 Salona" appeared.
Immediately afterwards, the comment section, which was clearly urging me to post more greetings to my family, turned into a football forum.
"Damn, I watched that game and Messi was almost beaten to shit. If I watch Barcelona again from now on, I will chop his little brother into pieces!" 82 Wade vowed.
"If 8 Tomeu doesn't leave, Barcelona will always be 8 Salona!" Lingnan Arthur clicked.
"Lewandowski said to Messi charmingly, hungry man, please have a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.
"The sachets are so sweet!" Tang Monk, who loves football, laughed.
"Hello upstairs, how much advertising fee will I give you for the Eight Treasure Porridge? I will give you a thousand times the amount of my 1982 Lafite." Pantai Ni Ao asked in a comical tone.
Seeing some water friends starting to discuss football, other water friends became unhappy.
"For those mentally retarded people who want to talk about football, can you go to the football forum?" the clueless puppy suggested.
"Yes, this is a horror story forum, not a place to discuss football. Please keep your eyes open when surfing the Internet." The thousand-year-old monster directly started taunting mode.
"That's right, let's curse the poster's family together and stop talking about football." He was too ugly to see anyone and said.
"That's right, isn't it nice to curse the poster's whole family? Why do we have to talk about 8 Salona? After all, football is just a solo sport, as boring as swinging." Wannian pseudo-fan sneered.
"That's right, it's better to talk about football than to threaten the owner of the building. Stop messing with the building." He was so handsome that he didn't dare to look in the mirror and suggested.
"Hurry up and post more, or I will go to that horror bookstore to block you!" Tang Chao Yihongyuan urged impatiently.
As soon as these anti-football remarks came out, a bloody storm broke out in the comment area.
"What's wrong with talking about football? Is it preventing you from reading the post?" Long Live the National Pig replied angrily.
"A group of fake fans have the nerve to comment on football? Do you understand that football is a multi-player sport?" Gu Chaomeng asked after meeting Gu Chaomeng.
"Yes, football is not only a multi-player sport, but also a sport that requires extremely strict time management. It is not comparable to swinging." Luo Zhixiang's time management science emerged.
Next, the entire comment area fell out completely, with football fans and anti-football fans quarreling at each other without giving in. It became an online battlefield of swords and swords.
The owner of Duan Geng, who indirectly caused this bloody storm, that is, I looked at the comment section with interest and sighed: "It's so good to be young. It's so interesting to be scolding each other online early in the morning."
After sighing, I raised my phone with both hands and took a photo of the dark Jinxiu Building.
After taking the photo, I neatly wrote the first update behind the photo.
"Good morning, fellow water friends. It has been a long night without any intention of sleeping. Congratulations on finally getting through the long night and arriving at the beautiful morning. However, a beautiful morning goes better with tolerance. Please don't curse."
As the saying goes, it is better to teach people to separate their wives than to persuade them not to quarrel. This is true.
As soon as I posted this message to persuade people to fight, the comments section immediately pointed the finger at me.
"Damn it, original poster, if you hadn't posted more posts, would we have had a quarrel?" Tiaoye Tailang shouted.
"Yes, you damn poster. I don't usually post on time, but now you see us quarreling, and you come out to break up the fight? You deserve to die!" The blonde shrew pointed at me.
"Folks in the football world, let's unite together to resist this poster who often breaks updates! Get up! Friends who don't want to be the poster's slaves have solidified our flesh and blood into a mighty Great Wall. The Chinese Water Friends have arrived.
The most critical moment..." The socialist successor issued an initiative.
As soon as this initiative came out, the water friends who had previously been scolding each other actually united together to fight and insult me, the poster who often interrupted updates.