Wang Lu suddenly understood and nodded, with an expression that was as indebted as it could be, perfectly matching that of his master.

Even though Master Zhifeng had Nascent Soul cultivation and was cautious by nature, he was still angered by this clumsy and deliberate performance. However, before he could say anything, Wang Lu immediately said something, which made him so angry that his vision went dark!

"Master, although you are gentle and considerate and can set an example for women, you still don't understand the psychology of shrinking. If you let a master like me in the qi training period fight with him, you should scare him to death and lose your face.

Saved."

Of course, Wang Wu didn't really expect Wang Lu, a young newcomer who had practiced cultivation for more than two years, to challenge the old monster Nascent Soul in a duel. Hearing what Wang Lu said, he nodded very cooperatively: "Not bad, not bad, you have a delicate mind.

Even the masters are not as good as him, so in your opinion, who should be allowed to fight with him? If he can't satisfy him even during the Qi training period, why should he look for a mortal warrior?"

Wang Lu waved his hand: "The great mortal martial arts masters are not inferior to the Qi Practitioners, and they are also very good at fighting. Although that old guy from the Shengjing Immortal Sect has no eggs, he still has brains, so he will definitely disagree."

Wang Wu pretended to be surprised: "Mortal warriors can't do it, so what should we do?"

Wang Lu sneered: "Isn't this simple? Dahuang, come in!"

"Woof!"

Hearing Wang Lu's call, a Cangxi pastoral dog ran in from outside the door and looked at Wang Lu excitedly.

Wang Lu pulled out a bone from somewhere and threw it to it, then pointed at Zhifeng Zhenren and said, "Go and fight him later, remember to be merciful."

"Woof!?"

Master Zhifeng's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his supreme Taoist heart could not suppress the boiling anger.
Chapter completed!