As Zhao Wuji poured down three buckets of cold water, Oscar immediately calmed down. At the same time, he couldn't help but reflect on what he had just done.

really.

Level 30 is nothing to shout about.

The boss is the same age as them, a little younger than that guy Dai Mubai; and, with a cultivation level of over fifty, his soul rings are four black and one red...

Did the boss yell?

No.

So what does he have to shout about?

After such a comparison, Oscar suddenly felt...

He is like a waste, he can be called a waste.

However, Oscar, who was self-critical, did not see the look of satisfaction in Zao Wuji's eyes.

Is Oscar really the same as in self-criticism?

not necessarily.

Level 30 at the age of twelve.

Put it in any place, any force, any academy, and you will be a core member!

Even if he is placed in the Wuhun Palace, he is still a candidate member of the golden generation!

Zhao Wuji vaguely remembers...

When he was twelve years old, his cultivation level should have been level 26.

If the next step goes well...

With the fairy grass given by that boy Lu Yuan, and with the absorption of a life-limiting soul ring, the better luck you have, the increase in soul power level will be based on the upper limit...

At the same age, Oscar was ten levels ahead of him at the time!

What kind of talent is this?

Zao Wou-Ki was unable to make a specific estimate.

but...

But someone made a specific estimate for him.

Chen Xin slowly opened his eyes, and the sharp sword light kept flashing in his pupils.

"If you don't die young, you will be banned before the age of fifty."

He commented this way.

Unfortunately, people make mistakes and horses stumble.

This time, Chen Xin missed the fairy grass in Oscar's hand.
Chapter completed!