"We will protect Luo Hua from wind and rain and provide good service," Miss Lin said quickly when she saw that Feng Jun was about to leave.
She had other demands and wanted to try something, but now, she felt unprecedented pressure and alienation from the other party, so she could only settle for the next best thing, "We need a lot of energy stones now for transformation Reiki.¡±
Feng Jun was startled when he heard this, "Have you mastered the core technology of the energy conversion array?"
A smile appeared on Miss Lin's lips, "It's not a core technology, it's just some low-level imitations."
The reverse engineering capabilities of our great empire are truly unparalleled! When Feng Jun heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He originally thought that the first thing to be cracked might be the electric version of the spirit gathering array or something else, but he didn't expect it to be the energy conversion array!
However, the other party is willing to say it clearly, which can be regarded as a very friendly attitude, and the guardian is troubled by the aura!
Feng Jun knew his own affairs. He really couldn't waste time on such "little things" anymore, so he smiled slightly and said, "I'll look for it later, but you also have to work hard The electric version of the Spirit Gathering Array , it can actually be cracked.¡±
Personality profiling really works! Miss Lin sighed softly in her heart, knowing that the other party was in a good mood, so she asked again, "That cultivation method can it be passed on to others now?"
"You discuss this matter with them, I don't have time to take care of it," Feng Jun said simply, "Qingzhu should tell some relevant content about today's celebration, just listen carefully."
There was indeed something similar in Yu Qingzhu's intermediate-level ceremony of coming out of the world. This was also something he had been asked for advice. Feng Jun had always been very concerned about controlling the rhythm. When he realized that the cultivation techniques could indeed appear properly, he He threw it to Yu Qingzhu without hesitation.
To put it bluntly, he is now only responsible for controlling the general direction and rhythm, and the relevant executive powers have been delegated to Luohua members - he really has no energy to care about this.
Anyway, even if there are some problems in the control of relevant details, it is enough that he can adjust it and ensure that the overall situation is controllable.
Feng Juncai said to hear what Yu Qingzhu planned to say, but Zheng Jike and Liu Menglong came over and said, "Mr. Feng, our school would like to invite you to give a lecture."
"How can I have that free time?" Feng Jun's mouth twitched and he replied with a wry smile, "Boss Liu, I authorize you to help me."
The friendship between classmates does exist, but it is really weak - he hopes to hold on to this little residual warmth.
Before the two of them had time to speak, Gazi came over and dragged him away, "Brother Jun, Auntie you have transformed into the ninth level."
"Is thisthe ninth level?" Feng Jun raised his eyebrows. He really didn't expect that my mother, who was now the master of Liuzhang, had actually cultivated to the ninth level of transformation. Doesn't that mean refining Qi? Hopefully?
He has so many things on his hands right now, and he is really overwhelmed.
You must know that there are more than 60 true masters waiting for him to preside over the discussion in the ice plate. How dare he neglect them?
But it¡¯s my mother¡¯s business, so I can¡¯t just ignore it, right? "Then I'll go to Chaoyang first, and you can explain it to Qingzhu"
"There's no need to go to Chaoyang," Gazi said pouting not far away, "Auntie is here, she's right there."
Not far away, Zhang Junyi and her husband stood together, waving desperately at Feng Jun, but did not say hello.
"I feel I am indeed a bit unfilial," Feng Jun muttered softly and walked towards his mother.
Mom¡¯s condition is indeed good, but he deduced and found that it will take at least two years for mom to reach the Qi refining stage, while dad¡¯s words may be hopeless for the rest of his life.
Sois this a monastic life? Feng Jun didn't dare to explain it to his mother. He just said that you should continue to practice. If you have any questions, you can ask Gazi and Yu Qingzhu, or Zhang Caixin. My son does have other things, so I may not be able to take care of them.
After saying this, he disappeared in a flash.
Yu Qingzhu could see clearly from the high platform, but how could it be possible to call him out? This is the monastic life.
Feng Wenhui, on the other hand, muttered to his wife, "This guy is really ambitious and can't sit still right?"
Ga Zi could only laugh dryly, "Uncle, Brother Jun has big things to do."
"No matter how serious the matter is, he is still my son, right?" Feng Wenhui muttered dissatisfiedly, "I still want his help to see when I can transform into the ninth level"
By this time, Feng Jun had already arrived at the Baili Beach. He checked the surroundings and found that there was nothing major, so he went directly to the ice field.?Cracking methods for incense becoming a Shinto.
Feng Jun feels that this commission is a bit painful. Incense and becoming a god is a complete system, and it is very mature. If there are obvious drawbacks, it will not become a major category in the cultivation system.
At this moment, there was a faint fluctuation in the air, and the next moment, a beauty in palace clothes appeared in front of everyone.
Feng Jun was startled for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Coming?"
"Master Yi Jue?" Many true immortals exclaimed in surprise. Seriously, not many true immortals knew her.
"Well," Yi Jue nodded lightly and said concisely, "I just came out of the customs, and there are some things to deal with in the road."
"The breath is not very stable yet," Feng Jun glanced at her and said with a smile, "I came here in no hurry."
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