When I woke up, there was still a taste of blood in my mouth.
He transformed into the head of Kunlun Mountain, a loser who was scared to death by his disciples. Nine direct disciples blocked the door and asked him what he had taught in three years. The one with the highest level of cultivation is at the third level of qi training, and he can't even beat the old man sweeping the floor outside the door.
He thought he was dead.
As a result, there was one more thing in my mind - the teaching system.
The rules are simple: the apprentice is stronger, and he is stronger. When the apprentice practices Qi, he practices Qi. The apprentice builds the foundation, and he also builds the foundation. The apprentice has obtained Jindan, and he follows Jindan. When the nine disciples became stronger together, he stood on everyone's shoulders and looked up.
In Blue Star, he would be teaching. He can't do anything else. He can tell where people go astray and where they should go.
Lin Batian only punches in the chest? Change the sword. Qin Wentian drew his sword and moved his waist first? Change your wrist. The blood owl's evil spirit is blocked in his chest and he can't get rid of it? Let go. He could explain things that he hadn't learned in three years.
