I Have an Experience Ball

Even if you don't cultivate enough, you can live forever 😂

The protagonist can obviously level up quickly, but he still has to save up. It is said that the experience of killing enemies with low cultivation is relatively high. If the cultivation is improved, the enemies will also be improved. What impact will it have? I am afraid of being discovered that the progress is too fast, so it is not enough to learn a technique to hide the cultivation. If the level is high, no one will be able to see it. Worried that the progress is too fast and I will not be able to write? Just change the map.

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Finally, it was Wang Yun's turn to enter the main hall. Unexpectedly, the two execution hall disciples suddenly stretched out their hands to block Wang Yun, and said with a cold face: "Only those with a cultivation level of three or above can enter, and no one else can enter without permission! Otherwise, we will deal with it according to the rules!" Wang Yun's brows jumped! It's okay for those preparatory disciples to act like superior dogs in front of him, a handyman. You two gatekeepers originally only had to watch the gates and maintain order in the team. Why should you stop me? I have not shown my cultivation. Did any of the preparatory disciples who went in show their cultivation? You didn't stop them, but you stopped me, and bullied me into being a lowly person, just a handyman? Do handymen have no human rights? The preparatory disciples behind Wang Yun burst out laughing, happy to see Wang Yun make a joke. In this case, as long as Wang Yun bursts out his true energy and reveals his third level of cultivation, he can successfully get rid of the trouble and let the two punishment hall disciples go. However, hearing the harsh jeers from the preparation disciples behind him, and looking at the indifferent and mocking eyes of the two execution hall disciples, Wang Yun's stubborn head also came up. Forcible pretense is the most deadly.

This book is wonderful, I love it, alas! It's a pity that no one has read such a good book, but I'm determined to get this one!

To be honest, it's quite scumbag. It's so wasteful to talk in battle. Isn't this the strength to persuade you to quit? Can I still use experience to reply if I don't have any energy? This kind of setting is too old-fashioned. No one likes to read it anymore, and only novices read it. Nowadays, people who read novels like to kill decisively, waste no words, upgrade quickly without delay, and are ruthless and don't talk much.

Waste is waste. If you don't use the golden finger, you will panic. If you don't study what's going on, you will complain and panic. If you are frustrated, you will not know what is wrong. What are you afraid of if you have the supreme talent? Even if you don't have the golden finger, you are still a genius. The brain is a good thing.

I've only read the first few dozen chapters! What I see is that human life is as worthless as a piece of grass, and you can kill people at will! Then everyone is jealous and hateful when they see the protagonist. In such a world, since the protagonist dares to show a cheat that can restore blue with one click, wouldn't those people let the top outer disciples know about this cheat? It's good to sell favors, even to inner disciples, elders, etc. You don't have any capital at all and you dare to act so outstandingly. Why is your lumbar disc so prominent?

After reading a few chapters, I got very angry. What kind of broken sect is this? The protagonist is always being targeted. It makes me angry just by looking at it. It's very poisonous.

If the writing is good, it must be good. The pace (fast), the background (big), the explosions are not ink (jie), and the villain is called (Dad). It's like a uniform without stockings, it has no soul! ! !