This has nothing to do with whether you are strong-willed or not.

There is a gap in my mind, like a seed buried in my heart.

Even though the soul is comparable to a black iron vajra, if there are seeds trying to drill out, it can still be broken.

This thing is a kind of inner demon for monks.

Furthermore, getting started with Dingyiquan is simple, but it is also a matter of time and effort. What you need to master it is enlightenment.

How can the strength of the soul that has increased over the years be compared to the ghost hand?

Dingyiquan is only for monks, and it takes a long life to cultivate it. Most ordinary warriors cannot understand its secrets.

Seeing the black characters appearing on the flag, Wen Yue sighed secretly.

I thought that Master Xue could obtain the strength of an innate grandmaster, but I didn't expect that Master Xue himself had a mental problem.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

It's time for the bride to return home.
Chapter completed!