"It is often unexpected to draw a sword. If you attack the enemy, you will be rescued, and you will find your fatal weakness."

"I really want to experience this one or two." Chu Zhiyuan said: "See if I can block my Great Light Fist."

"The Big Light Fist may not be his opponent."

"Then you have to try." Chu Zhiyuan showed an excited look: "If she loses, what will she do?"

"No matter whether the prince consort wins or loses, his decision will not be changed."

"Tsk tsk." Chu Zhiyuan made a strange sound, with a sarcastic look on his face.

Li Yuzhen pretended not to hear it.

Chu Zhiyuan stopped asking more questions, secretly regretting that there was no inheritor of the Heavenly Sword Art in the Soul Bead.

Otherwise, it will be easier to deal with now.

He returned to his yard, sat back on his bed, sat cross-legged, and began to practice the Sutra of Immortal Light.

As soon as I practiced, I felt something strange. The rotation of the Yin-Yang fish accelerated, and the swimming speed of the little white snake suddenly accelerated.

Chu Zhiyuan speculated that it would probably be the first time he had entered the third turn.

This speed of entry is indeed terrifying, even more terrifying than practicing magic skills.

This is the effect of a great increase in soul.

If you can find something and delay the fifth and sixth princes of the Yuanzhen Dynasty coming to challenge it, it would be best.
Chapter completed!