Chapter 298 Master and Disciple Share the Same Virtues

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"The B-level inner elixir essence cannot be missing. With your physique, Xiaoyan, if you use one pill every week, it will be about 50 pills a year, which is almost enough." Wu Ya'ange added on the side, "If you practice like this for a year, With your qualifications and potential, your cultivation strength will be pushed to at least the B-level peak. And because there is so much fire marrow to wash away the marrow and cut away the hair, the probability of truly comprehending and mastering a trace of the law of fire is very high."

50 inner elixir essences?

The corner of Wang Yan's mouth twitched slightly. Is this the time to drink the B-level inner elixir essence as a drink?

"This has removed the 10,500 points of merit points." Nan Lian thought about it carefully and said, "Simply exchange it for another Extreme Yang Fire Lotus. I remember it was 7,000 points of merit points. Xiao Yan's administrative level is the main department level. It can be exchanged just in time. When Xiao Yan reaches the peak of B level, taking the Extreme Yang Fire Lotus will most likely integrate the law of fire into the body in one fell swoop and achieve A level."

Uh... two women lost 17,500 merit points in just a few words. Wang Yan's meritorious service value quickly dropped from five digits to four digits.

"There are already enough cultivation resources, and the remaining Xiao Yan can be exchanged for some excellent treasures." Wu Ya'ange said, "Some excellent treasures can only truly exert their power when they reach A level. But Xiao Yan, if you If you cultivate and communicate early, you will save a lot of effort when you reach A level."

"Wait, there's no need for the treasure weapon. I already have the Fire Kirin Armguard." Wang Yan shook his head hurriedly and said, "My resources are already too abundant. If all the resources can't push me to the A level, there is no way. Comprehend and integrate the Law of Fire, and you won’t have to mess around anymore. Sister Nanlian, Sister Ange, I think you lack resources. Let’s do this. I still have some loot left that I haven’t given to the State African Affairs Bureau, and the total value is estimated to be two to three thousand. About the merit points, plus my remaining 9,500 points, we will turn them all into resources."

The two women were somewhat silent. Wang Yan added: "Sister Nanlian, sister Ange, don't think that I am supporting you. Think about it, a good man needs three gangs. If we rush to A level together and form a team to fight together, How free and easy will it be to do the monster missions? I am paying a little merit point now, and I believe there will be tenfold and hundredfold benefits in the future. Is it possible that you want to look up to Gao Mingyue all your life? "

Nan Lian and Wu Ya An Ge's eyes lit up.

At their core, they are extremely confident and proud women. They believe that their qualifications will never be worse than that of Gao Mingyue. The reason why no one has high achievements now lies in resources.

He comes from a well-known and decent family that has been passed down for thousands of years. He has worked hard and tempered his body since childhood. Every step is supported by sufficient resources and taught by the best teachers.

If they were placed in ancient times, the two of them would be loose cultivators to put it bluntly. Without the guidance of a teacher, you have to save and fight for any cultivation resources bit by bit. To be honest, at such a young age, they are already extremely talented to have reached this point under such circumstances.

They are confident that if they had the same background conditions as Gao Mingyue, their current achievements might not be worse than hers.

But reality is reality. Anyone who can step into the top ten outstanding young people in the world is a young talent with a rich background and a very high family background. What kind of saintess of light, son of darkness or something like that.

Of course, due to the generosity of the National African Affairs Bureau, Nanlian and Wuya Ange have been able to move forward more smoothly and can gradually stand out. If they tried elsewhere, even if their qualifications were better, they would be completely buried. The pearls would be covered with dirt before they could shine, and eventually disappear into the dust of history.

The two women looked at each other, and both could see in each other's aura a hint of competitiveness aroused by Wang Yan.

"Xiao Yan, you are really capable." Wu Ya'ange stretched out her waist lazily, glanced at him with her charming eyes and said, "All this time, you have refused to choose one between me and Nan Lian. It turns out it's really It’s a plan to get the best of both worlds.”

At the same time, Nan Lian also took off her sunglasses and stared at Wang Yan suspiciously, as if she wanted to hear his explanation. An Ge is right about this, Wang Yan's attitude has always been strange.

Wang Yan had a bitter look on his face, unable to laugh or cry. What do you mean by refusing to choose one? My brother practices the Pure Yang Magic Kung Fu, and I don’t have the capital to choose a girlfriend. This is the rhythm of being unjustly killed.

But now, everyone understands more and more. Wang Yan said with a wry smile: "Okay, okay, I'll do it honestly. The technique I practice is called 'Pure Yang Magic'. Once you start practicing, you must abstain from sex. You can't get close until you reach Dacheng. Womanly."

"Ah? There is such a technique!?" Wu Ya'ange covered her mouth and exclaimed, then suddenly realized and giggled, "No wonder, no wonder, every time I want to push back on you, I always You will fight to the death and fight to the death. I thought you were a chaste and fierce man who kept his integrity like a jade, but it turned out that you were limited by the martial arts!"

Wang Yan was sweating. What do you call this? Even if I haven't practiced this technique, I'm not a casual person, right?

"This, Xiao Yan, to what extent do you have to practice your skills to be considered a master?" Nan Lian's ice eyes surged slightly, and they were also full of curiosity. I have seen this technique in novels, but I have never heard of it in reality.

"This... you need to cultivate to the ninth level." Wang Yan also had a slightly depressed look on his face.

"The ninth level?" Wu Ya'ange chuckled and said, "Then which level are you at now?"

"I just broke through to the third level not long ago, and I am moving towards the fourth level at a very fast pace." Wang Yan sighed with a pale face.

"That's pretty fast." Wu Ya'ange counted on his fingers and said, "Even if the difficulty will double later, according to your progress, it will be almost three years, so it's okay, okay."

Wu Yaange is optimistic. But Nan Lian felt that the problem was very serious. She frowned and said: "Xiao Yan, how many years did it take for the master to practice to Dacheng? In addition, what level will this skill reach when it reaches the ninth level? "

"My master? He said that he seemed to have practiced for about twenty years before he reached great success, but he practiced earlier. He should have reached great success in his thirties." Wang Yan said with a slightly melancholy expression. "I don't know about the latter one. I'll ask my wife."

Then, Wang Yan took out his mobile phone and quickly sent a text message to his wife.

"Why are you asking Master? Not Master!?" Nan Lian asked in surprise.

"Uh... my master is ready to slap me to death right now." Wang Yan laughed twice and said, "I will contact him again after a period of time when his mood is more stable."

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at the same time.

On a luxury yacht, Cao Dapao was lying on the deck basking in the sun while wearing sunglasses and a nightgown. Concubine Linghu Yao on the left is holding a glass of red wine in her hand, feeding him a sip from time to time.

The Duke of Rose on the right peeled the grapes, picked out the seeds cleanly, and fed him one by one.

Cao Dapao was sunbathing, enjoying everything, as if he was in heaven.

Suddenly, Duke Rose took out his cell phone, looked at it, and quickly betrayed Wang Yan: "Husband, brother, Xiao Yan asked what level the Chunyang Divine Art was when it reached the ninth level? How should I answer?"

"Haha, it's only been less than half a year, and this kid can't hold himself back anymore." Cao Dapao stroked his scumbag beard and said with a smirk, "You have to keep putting the trap on him, but there are some problems on the ninth floor. It's an exaggeration, I'm afraid he will lose motivation. Tell him that the seventh level of Pure Yang Divine Art is barely complete."

Duke Rose took the order and quickly replied to Wang Yan with a message.

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"Seventh level?" Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that it's not too exaggerated. I am already at the third level. With so many resources, the fourth level is just around the corner."

But before I had time to be happy, I received the next message on my phone: "The first three levels of Pure Yang Divine Art are the entry level, the fourth to sixth levels are considered to be minor achievements. The seventh to ninth levels are considered to be great achievements. Correspondingly, the fourth to sixth levels are considered to be great achievements. The seventh level is S level, the eighth level is S+ level, and the ninth level is SS level.”

"What!?" Wang Yan spat out a mouthful of old blood and stared at Tong Ling. "Are you kidding me? The seventh level is equivalent to S level?"

According to Wang Yan's understanding, those who reach Level A before the age of thirty are considered to be the top few. There are only a handful of people who can break through to S level before the age of fifty.

Wang Yan estimates that he may be able to break through to A level within two or three years. But the next S-class is completely bottomless.

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"Haha, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, Master has been good enough to you." Cao Dapao said while drinking red wine and eating grapes, "I think at the time I was ignorant and practiced until I was nearly forty years old, and then I realized that it was a It’s a lie.”

"Nearly forty years old?" Concubine Linghu Yao on the side counted her fingers, and a chill gradually filled her face. She sneered like a fox, "Uncle Pao~ You said that the body of Yuanyang can be handed over to It’s mine, but the time seems wrong.”

"Brother Husband, didn't you say it was the first time you were together with me?" The corners of Duke Rose's mouth showed a pair of cold fangs, "So, you have been lying to me?"

Cao Dapao felt a chill in his heart and secretly thought something was wrong. After finally settling the matter between the two of them, I was so proud of myself that I let it slip. He pointed hastily into the distance and said with shock on his face: "What, mermaid?"

The two women turned back together, but only saw a dolphin jumping out of the water. Knowing that he had been fooled, when he turned back, Cao Dapao had already dived into the sea with a pop.

"These two masters and disciples are really virtuous at heart. They are obviously practicing fire, but they are so skilled in the art of water escape." Duke Rose folded his hands and sneered, "You must have a guilty conscience if you run so fast."

"Huh, if you can run away, a monk can't run away from the temple." Concubine Linghu Yao's eyes were filled with evil spirits, "Sisi, we have to stand on the same front on this matter. The problem is too big!"

"Sister Yao Fei, don't worry, I planted a blood beacon on him, he can't run away." Duke Rose waved his hand, and in the blood mist, a monster condensed by the blood mist appeared on the yacht. .

"Blood Spirit, let me chase you."

"Ouch~~" Blood Spirit roared and got into the water.

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