Wan Ru raised his head and looked at Tang Xiaobao, a little surprised.

She did not expect that Tang Xiaobao would take the initiative to say such words.

This doesn't fit her image of Tang Xiaobao.

"Actually, there is one thing I have been hiding from you."

For some reason, Tang Xiaobao especially wanted to chat with Wanru today.

As if looking at Tang Xiaobao curiously, she was still so taciturn.

"Actually, I am not a cultivator of immortality, and I don't know anything about cultivating immortality at all."

Wan Ru's expression changed, he stared at Tang Xiaobao, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and said, "Brother Tang, are you kidding me?"

"No, what I said is true, I don't know how to cultivate immortality." Tang Xiaobao said seriously.

"But, you can fly. Even the Ghost Sword was killed by you, and the Spirit Emperors were also killed by you." Wan Ruang was puzzled.

Tang Xiaobao said: "I don't understand the magic of cultivating immortals, but I have some secrets. Please forgive me, I can tell you. Let's put it this way, I am more powerful than ordinary people. You can think that I have special powers, but I am really not a cultivator of immortals.

, and it is simply impossible to become an immortal on earth, because there is no possibility of becoming an immortal, and spiritual energy is too scarce."

Wan Ru still doesn't believe it: "But, didn't you give us the Divine Sword Sect a set of training techniques? Is it a lie?"

"No, the magic formula is real, but it is incomplete. It can improve the strength of your sect, but it cannot successfully cultivate immortality." Tang Xiaobao explained.

Wan Ru frowned and asked, "Brother Tang, why did you suddenly tell me this?"

Tang Xiaobao was startled.

He thought Wanru would continue to ask, but it turned out that Wanru was not interested at all.
Chapter completed!