However, knowing that after Gu Fenghua stepped into the Heavenly Sacred Realm, his cultivation speed slowed down instead. They took good care of her emotions and did not show off in front of her.
But even if they don't show off, Gu Fenghua is still somewhat depressed. She obviously has three Holy Spirit roots, and according to Feng Lao, her cultivation skills are unparalleled in the world, but why is her cultivation speed still so slow? It really doesn't make sense.
Could it be that there is really such a big difference between my physique and theirs, but where is the difference? Gu Fenghua looked inside intently, but couldn't find the difference no matter what.
"Wu Se, where is your master?" After much deliberation, Gu Fenghua couldn't come up with a result, so he didn't bother to waste any more energy and asked Ye Wu Se.
It's been a long time since they left the room, but Master Yijie didn't move at all.
"I don't know." Ye Wuse shook his head and said.
"Should be still practicing. I heard that eminent monks travel across the void and across the six worlds after entering meditation. It is not surprising that some eminent monks sit for ten or eight years once they enter Zen." Luo Enen said as a matter of course.
I have to say that Luo Enen's guess is very reasonable, even Gu Fenghua and Bai Fatty thought it was true, but Ye Wuse curled his lips and rolled his eyes: "Do you think he really looks like an eminent monk?"
Well, Gu Fenghua and the others were defeated in an instant, and Miss Luo was no exception.
In fact, if Master Yijie is willing to pretend, he still looks like an eminent monk. But that's just an image, and it's still pretending. Anyone who knows it knows that this master is more appropriate to call him a bandit than an eminent monk. It is more likely to expect him to sit in meditation for ten or eight years than to expect the bandit to lay down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.
"Why does he stay in the room if he doesn't practice?" Luo Enen said puzzled.
"How would I know, I won't even have time to hide from him." Ye Wuse smiled wryly.
"Okay, leave him alone, handsome, your cultivation level seems to have improved a lot, let's discuss it." Luo Enen didn't have the time to take care of Master Yijie, and of course he couldn't do it, and said to Fatty Bai expectantly.
"What do you want to do?" Contrary to her expectations, the fat man looked vigilant.
"Competition, don't you want to become stronger? Actual combat is the best shortcut to improve combat power, don't you know?" Lonen said with a smile.
"Of course I know, but why didn't you find colorless?" The fat man became more vigilant.
"I can't beat him." Loenen said confidently.
"Then you think I'm easy to bully?" The fat white man looked angry, "Hmph, I don't want to compete with you, and I want to bully me, but there is no way"
"Congratulations, your answer is correct." Unfortunately, behind him, before he could finish speaking, a sword light had already slashed down his face.
Poor fat man, he only guessed the beginning, but not the end. He also forgot one thing, whether he wants to compete with Lonen or not, this matter has never been based on his will.
On the deck, there was a flutter of chickens and dogs, and a familiar scene was staged again, or a familiar tragedy was being staged.
Not far away, the corners of the mouths of several air-breathing old men who came out after training twitched heavily: No wonder these little guys are so young, but they are so proficient in their hands, so fierce, and they are all on their own. I practiced it.
Gu Fenghua was used to seeing these two live treasures fighting, so of course there was nothing to be surprised about. After staying for a while, he went back to the room by himself. When she passed Master Yijie's room, she stopped subconsciously. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com