Martial Saints are rare.

It's rare.

What's more, a martial saint can you encounter so easily? Ning Moli frowned and fell into incomprehensible confusion again.

Qin Ming smiled: "The Age of Spiritual Qi does not mention the extraordinary characteristics of being able to watch the second level of martial arts, as well as the transmission of sounds from afar."

Ning Moli put away the ham sausage and said, "That's because the specific classification of the great warrior martial artist has not been announced yet."

The kittens under his feet whistled, and he emphasized while feeding them: "Xiao Qin, don't talk nonsense. The old man is just a relatively powerful martial artist, and the martial saint is still far away."

“One more.”

"The Martial Saint is rarely free, and the old man would rather stay in the Martial Arts realm for a few more years."

The words are over.

Ning Moli slowly stood up: "From today, the old man will teach you how to practice."

"OK."

Qin Ming nodded happily, I believe in you for half a word.

...

On the first day, Ning Moli kept reading books and only told Qin Ming how to control his power.

...

The next day, Ning Moli bought three bags of fairy beetles and asked Qin Ming to reimburse him.

...

On the third day, Ning Moli's face was serious, so that Qin Ming would remember to say hello when he saw him in the future. Etiquette is not only a useless work of ritualism, but also an indispensable form of respect.

——

Saturday is coming again.

Qin Ming was surprised at the progress of practicing "Long-Running Body Strengthening".

A prompt emerged from the potential system.

【bite!】
Chapter completed!