"I have already practiced the martial arts to the ninth level, but are they all wrong?"

Xia Qiu said it hard word by word, rolled his eyes in his heart. Now I don’t know who caused the chaos in the cultivation world.

But now that things have come to this point, he had to put this down first and ask his most concerned questions.

"You have really reached the ninth level?

I was very suspicious before, and I couldn't believe it.

But I didn't expect the potential of monks with wisdom to be so incredible.

Don’t worry, if you practice is wrong, how could you have been here until now?”

The Taoist Chongyang looked at Xia Qiu with strange eyes and complex expressions.

"So what's the situation now for the younger generation?"

Xia Qiu asked cautiously.

“Your situation?

Of course your situation is... you have practiced into the original martial arts!"

The Taoist Chongyang suddenly became angry as he spoke, his beard trembled and shouted.

He never thought that the martial arts he had spent so much effort to tamper with had been regarded as the greatest victory in his life.

No junior has truly cultivated it, which makes him feel proud.

But unexpectedly... Xia Qiu couldn't help but be shocked.

He was completely speechless by the shamelessness of the Taoist Chongyang, so he had already practiced the right thing... He said powerlessly: "Senior, I am still in the same place after a long circle. What I am practicing... is the real black technique?"

"Yes, like you said."

After venting his anger, Taoist Chongyang sighed helplessly.

Xia Qiu's inner anger rose and said to himself: "I spent so much time and thought, and even delayed my cultivation promotion.

I am studying this technique day and night.
Chapter completed!