In front of a disordered forest of silicon gold stakes, two figures, one tall and thin, the other tall and strong, stood.
"Xiaomeng, you're too polite, hahaha."
Elder Zhao heard his phone, and with a "ding," he knew the credits had been received...
Meng Chuan smiled at this and said:
"I troubled you with a longer session today, Teacher Zhao, just accept it without hesitation."
"Oh, in that case, shall we discuss 'Yongquan' first, or practice body techniques first?"
Normally, Zhao Chun wouldn't offer students a "choice question."
Of course, unless the student warranted it.
Just standing before him, Meng Chuan exuded a palpable sense of pressure.
Recalling the bizarre body techniques this young man demonstrated during the Martial Extreme True Inheritance.
Zhao Chun felt that even though he was at the second limit and had an advantage in martial arts realm,
