
Disciple, You Really Only Have Auxiliary Talents
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"Master, does my disciple really only have auxiliary talents?" Lu Yu asked unwillingly. Master Wangdao turned his back to Lu Yu, with an immortal air and fluttering clothes. Recalling that a few days ago, an entry-level disciple, with the help of Lu Yu, forcibly trimmed off a large amount of the Supreme Elder's beard, I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth. "Disciple, don't get hung up on your appearance. The three thousand avenues are all interlinked to the extreme. There is no distinction between high and low." "But I really want to learn the art of attack and become a main C." Although he expected that his master would give him a few perfunctory words, Lu Yu was inevitably a little disappointed. At this moment, the chief disciple standing aside secretly sighed: "If I have the assistant talent of my junior brother, what kind of output can I do? Give me a dog, and I can slaughter the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom!" Lu Yu's face turned red as he used his spiritual power. After burning a stick of incense, a flame finally jumped out of his fingertips, which was quickly extinguished. "Senior brother, do you think I'm a waste? I can't even use the lowest level fire control technique." Lu Yu looked melancholy. "No, little junior brother, senior brother just wants to be a quiet dog."
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