People Are in Douluo, Please Use the Precious Gourd to Kill Them.

Douluo fanfics are not suitable for the rebirth of people with very high realms. First, the level of the Douluo world is low, and people with extremely high realm cultivation experience will grow up too fast according to normal logic. Secondly, few fan authors can write about the pattern of strong people in high realms, but will write poisonous points. Therefore, the rebirth of a strong person is not as good as the time when the weak can obtain treasure inheritance and other things. So in fact, after seeing the rebirth of a Mahayana monk, you can basically judge that this book is not good. The author should think more about it when writing books in the future.

Chapter 12 so far gives me the impression that I am not a Mahayana monk, but more like a warrior apprentice pretending to be an adult.

I thought it was the immortal gourd that asked the baby to turn around.

Look at that book of Fancy Blue Silver Grass, and then look at this one. An ordinary person who traveled through time in that book is more like a Taoist cultivator than the protagonist in this book.

You start with poison. At the age of six, he took Qian Renxue as his disciple. Qian Daoliu is dead. Worse than a six-year-old child. The martial spirit has not awakened yet. It's simply illogical

Bao Hulu reminds me of Huang Xiaoyan, the ace censor.

This is another book that has to go to Tang San's side. The reasons are always those of luck and the like. Boring. Brother Luo, haha, the reincarnation of a great immortal cultivator can still do nothing to a rabbit. Still used to it.

It can be seen that I want to write about the inner taste of cultivating immortals, but the writing style is not good, the subject matter is not good, and the character's IQ is deliberately lowered, which makes it very awkward to watch. The protagonist directs and acts in it and thinks he is handsome, but actually looks very stupid.

Knowing the system of cultivating immortals, you insist on cultivating a martial soul. I'm really sick, I don't even know that I can break through the limitations of the martial soul system and practice Qi Qi to fly for a short time. Only in Douluo Continent can a titled Douluo fly.

The author made the protagonist too arrogant, unable to integrate into Douluo Continent, and looked down on Douluo Continent at all times? This one looks down on that one who can't even defeat a titled Douluo, so why are they pretending to be so cool? , It's okay, he keeps jumping around in front of Tang San. If Tang Hao takes action, the protagonist is a reborn person and will die, so what's the use? I just don't understand. With this kind of brain, the Immortal Lord has lived alone for hundreds or thousands of years. What's more, doesn't he have any brain?

Personal experience, it is suitable for newcomers who have just read novels. If you are an advanced reader, you are welcome to be a Shennong, and I will light a cigarette for you 😊

The third son is a "little Karami" in the world of martial arts, and you, a "big boss" in the world of cultivating immortals, why do you feel so "waste"! It will take at least hundreds or thousands of years to cultivate to the "Mahayana stage"! It feels like I have cultivated myself "on a dog"!

If there is no other meaning, I just want to ask, has the protagonist taught others his secret skills?

I was not happy when I saw the introduction saying that they had a monopoly on the secret arts. The author is so powerful, so the protagonist should be able to popularize the cultivation of immortality across the continent, right?

A master of the same age as the gods 🙂 I didn't read the text, but if Qian Renxue really had a master of the same age, would everyone in Wuhun Palace be dead?

Is this the Mahayana stage in low-end cultivation?

As long as you torture Tang San, you are my brother

I saw that the introduction was criticizing monopoly, and I wanted to ask my friends who read it, did the protagonist reveal his secret skills?

This subjugation of intelligence is too harsh!

So earthy, so poisonous. If you can't write this kind of thing, don't write it.