"I ask you, do you think you have a sense of superiority?" Zhu Zhengyi's tone was frivolous.

Luo Feng was stunned, not knowing what Zhu Zhengyi meant.

Zhu Zhengyi scratched the back of his head and said lightly, "Don't refuse to admit it. Although you look quite modest, after so many things, I will definitely not believe you say you don't have a sense of superiority."

"Your master is an old madman in China. Your senior sisters are all great figures with great hands and eyes. You have inherited the seven unique skills and have some small achievements in physical skills. Now with the blessing of blood, you have also obtained the cultivation of the old master and the celestial masters of Longhu Mountain. Sooner or later, you think you will reach a state that you dare not even think about, right?"

Luo Feng just laughed, but no answer.

"It is correct to have a sense of superiority. If you put this on someone casually, you may have a sense of superiority and you have done a good job."

"Brother Zhu, does this have anything to do with the rules you set?"

"Let me say that. Although you kid combine the skills of an old madman and a master of gods, and have physical cultivation, your development field is simply outrageous. Don't think I'm praising you, I mean this is not a good thing."

Luo Feng thought about it, and Zhu Zhengyi continued, "You are good at everything, but you don't have specialties in your own field. You are not like Li Qingshan, and you have the attainments that the old masters personally admit in your own techniques. You are not like Xingtong, who masters the masters to reach the true peak."

"Although you gathered together in various advantages, it seems to have pulled them a lot, do you believe it or not? One day when their cultivation level rises, you will be pulled a long distance by them?"

Luo Feng’s smile disappeared, in return for seriousness and seriousness, “What does Brother Zhu mean?”

"In this practice, I want to make you choose only one path until you reach your limit."

Luo Feng nodded, "Brother Zhu is right. Actually, I am quite worried about this issue. Does Brother Zhu have any foresight?"

"Yes, but it depends on whether you want it or not."

"I do, I believe in Brother Zhu."

Luo Feng naturally had no objection to the opinions of the powerful people in the Nine Nether Realm. When he reached their level, he would definitely look at the problem further than himself.

"I decided to let you give up on the practice of Qi warriors," Zhu Zhengyi said firmly, "The reason is that since you have inherited the practice of the old master, it is as easy to improve your realm as drinking water, so I don't want you to waste too much energy in this regard."

Luo Feng nodded, "Okay, okay."

"The bloodline is actually a headache. Although the effect it brings to you is significant, the improvement of bloodline depends on opportunities. Sometimes when you are anxious, you will backfire. Remember that bloodline is not your core path to cultivation. What should you do if your bloodline disappears in the future?"

There are many talented bloodline owners in history. Unfortunately, they all rely too much on the power brought by bloodline and give up basic practice. What is the result?

After meeting a real martial arts master, the bloodline actually does not show much advantage. In the end, the bloodline is destroyed and it will be no different from the waste.

For example, encountering a real monster like the God Master.

Luo Feng said, "That is physical cultivation?"

The old madman once asked Luo Feng to work hard to practice physical cultivation. Before, because he encountered various problems and opponents in the Department Store, Luo Feng relied on seven unique skills and bloodlines, so he basically had no chance to use physical cultivation with obvious shortcomings.

After all, Luo Feng's physical cultivation is only at the third level, and it has been more than half a year, but there is still no upward movement, and he stays at the early level of the Tiger Soul Realm, which is comparable to Qi warriors.

You should know that his aura has already reached the early stage of the Tiger Soul Realm first.

"That's right, it's physical cultivation. The old madman probably asked you to come to the imperial capital before. Is this the same plan?"

Luo Feng nodded.

"You are worthy of being an old madman. Your vision is very terrible. You kid now concentrates your energy on physical cultivation. If you continue to develop physical cultivation, believe me, it will definitely be of great benefit to your bloodline."

This is also why Luo Feng’s elder brother, Di Wushuang, was easily stimulated by the eighth-level vein at a young age.

This is just because the eighth-level vein sect stimulated can greatly improve the purity of the bloodline. Another willingness is that under the special effect of the Di family bloodline, lucky people like Luo Feng will be more like fish in physical cultivation.

Help each other.

In addition, the old madman has bathed Luo Feng with various precious medicinal materials since he was a child, and has long laid an extremely solid foundation for Luo Feng on this road.

If Luo Feng's bloodline had not been completely awakened, Luo Feng, who is now eighteen years old, would have probably become a legendary existence of the 18-year-old Emperor Wushuang.

Di Wushuang was destined to be the first person in his youth when he was born.

At the age of three, he awakened the bloodline of the Di clan and began to take medicine baths throughout his body under the cultivation of his clan members, and began to practice physically.

At the age of seventeen, he was already a seventh-level physical practitioner, comparable to a banished immortal realm.

At the age of eighteen, he is already invincible in the world of young people. He is an eighth-level vein sect-body martial artist, the second-level vein of the Di family, the first person to be the gods. He is called the legendary figure of the next strongest creature on the surface.

When all the major empires see Emperor Wushuang, they must be afraid of it.

As long as there is Di Wushuang's existence, the so-called genius warriors will retreat five hundred miles away.

"Let's go, go to the city now."

The two of them headed towards the towering city wall.

......

"Have you heard of it?"

A trade union in Wufangshan area.

I only saw Qi Chunqiu and Zhao Huangong, who were wanted by China, actually fled here.

Qi Chunqiu glanced at Zhao Huangong who was walking in and said lightly, "What did you hear?"

"The old madman's apprentice actually came to Wufang Mountain, and he was surrounded by the boy who fought with you that day."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Chunqiu's face darkened, and he immediately laughed, "Why, do they still want to catch me in the Wufangshan realm?"

"If I hadn't had my cultivation level at the beginning and the old madman seriously injured me, I would have slapped him to death with one palm. Look, if I could have given him a chance, I would have dared to chase him here?"

Zhao Huangong smiled and said, "I don't know if we are chasing us, but I heard that he is practicing because he wants to take the old crazy disciples."

"That bloody boy?" This incident has spread in the imperial capital, and now a few people have learned about it in Wufangshan.

"Well. This kid is highly valued by China. He does not hesitate to send the boy who is known as the exiled emperor to protect him personally."

"Hmph, they want to train this kid to become the next old madman and a master of gods, but I just don't let them go."

"Master Qi Ba, do you have any plans?" Zhao Huangong said with a smile.
Chapter completed!