"Had."

"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder..."

Nie Quanjiu was suddenly stunned. He said this several times, and then stopped talking.

Tu Shanjun watched the two men playing riddles, and then looked at Juefa, trying to find something unnatural on Juefa's face. But he didn't know whether Juefa was really magnanimous, or whether his face was neither happy nor sad because of the tempering of his mind.

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All in all, he didn't see anything from the monk's face.

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but regret that he had spoken harshly at that time, but now he was indeed a little curious.

Compared to Tu Shanjun who had only a little knowledge, Malu was completely at a loss and had no idea what they were talking about. In the end, he could only drink the wine in one gulp.

The monk didn't ask any more questions or speak any more. He took out the carving knife and carved the green-gray fruit in his hand.

With each additional bone Buddha bead, the monk's cultivation level will improve one point.

It was not obvious at first, until the number of beads in his hand reached more than a hundred, and the monk's cultivation level was changing and improving every moment.

Even if you take some magic pill, you won't have such a powerful effect.

One hundred and six, the pinnacle of foundation building.

One hundred and seven, fake pills.

One hundred and eight...

Tu Shanjun felt that it only took a thought for a monk to enter that realm.

"The White Bone Original Willingness to Cross the Body Sutra"

"Is this technique so outrageous?"

"No, there are many powerful exercises in this world, but in the final analysis, it's the people who use them."

Four carriages with eight carriages were running like the wind.

In just two days, the journey of two thousand miles was over.
Chapter completed!