“Xiao Ling, do you think this guy is stupid?” Zhao Lingxuan also sat in the distance, holding her chin and looking at this idiot blankly, and said a little pitifully.
The fire luan on the side was combing its feathers and expressed that it had no feeling at all.
“Xiao Ling, I have seen a lot of stupid people, but I have never seen such a stupid person. He actually went to the fifth level of the life mark with so much effort. Do you think we can help him?”
Zhao Lingxuan felt that Wang Meng was pitiful. He worked so hard but could not get any results. The life mark was at the fifth level. As a newbie who had just started to practice, the first year was the biggest explosive period. If the life mark level could not advance by leaps and bounds at this time, there would be more to come. It’s harder.
If the level of life mark is not enough, even if you have the understanding of heaven, it will be useless.
Just like a baby, no matter how good his kung fu is, he only has a lot of tricks.
“How about I throw him a magic weapon? I have a lot of them here anyway.”
Zhao Lingxuan asked.
Huo Luan shook his head and conveyed his thoughts. Sometimes such help would even lead to disaster.
A common man is not guilty of carrying a jade.
Xiao Ling poked Zhao Lingxuan, indicating that the time was almost up. Zhao Lingxuan was a little helpless. At first, she just thought this person was funny, but later found out that he was really hardworking. However, sometimes hard work may not bring results. Maybe, she should not do it in the future. Again.
Wang Meng also wondered why a little girl would come over to spy on him from time to time. Neither of them had such a person in their memory, and Wang Meng didn’t think he had anything worthy of attention.
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Chapter 32 The gangsters of Hengshan Hall
Could it be that Wangtian’s forces have penetrated here?
Wang Meng shook his head, the possibility of this was zero, not to mention that this was the sphere of influence of the Holy Cultivator. In any case, choosing the Holy Cultivator was the safest.
Wang Meng felt the power brought by the growth of the spiritual valley. In fact, the power burst out when the spiritual valley grew was unparalleled, but this power was not used for fighting, but for growth.
If becoming stronger and ascending are the goals of practitioners, then growing and maturing is the power of Linggu. In their world, the stronger you grow, the more powerful you are.
Wang Meng smiled, “Everyone, grow faster and grow harder, so that I can repay my debt.”
Carrying the hoe and hanging the broken sword on his waist, he wandered back to the hut, but was intercepted by Zhang Xiaopang halfway.
“Brother Meng, come on, come on, there’s trouble!” Zhang Xiaopang couldn’t help but drag W