Zhao Tuntian looks young. Although he is in his forties, he only looks like he is in his thirties. He is about the same age as Chen Shiwu's grandson. Therefore, at this moment, Chen Shiwu's habit of teaching others showed up again.

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Of course, Chen Shiwu was not stupid. He knew that the person standing in front of him was one of the ten gods of war, so he spoke tactfully.

"Zhao God of War, the desire for food and drink will only make people fall. You are not old, but you are controlled by the desire for food and drink. This is not a good thing. We cultivators pay attention to being pure and reticent. Only in this way can we maintain our original intention and be able to

Really pursue the pinnacle of martial arts!" Chen Shiwu said.

Hearing Chen Shiwu's words, the expressions of several war gods not far away changed.

They never expected that Chen Shiwu would dare to teach Zhao Tuntian a lesson!

"Oh my god, this Taoist priest? Is he looking for death?!" Wei Anning couldn't help but say.

When the people around heard Wei Anning's words, they nodded in agreement.

Under the competition stage, the faces of all Dragon Kingdom warriors instantly turned pale.

Everyone looked at Chen Shiwu in disbelief.

Is this Chen Shiwu's brain broken? How dare he teach Zhao Tuntian a lesson?

"I used to think that Chen Shiwu's lesson was aimed at me, but now it seems that's not the case. He is simply a little fool who likes to rely on his elders and show off." Lin Zhiming said with a smile.

Bi Feiyun, who was standing next to Lin Zhiming, did not smile. He said three words with a solemn face: "It's over."
Chapter completed!