Ouyang Yihan smiled with approval: "Ruo'er, you are now at the peak of the sixth level."

Although Ouyang Yihan is known to everyone on the mainland as the number one genius, having been promoted to the sixth level of martial arts at the age of eleven or twelve, he is still far inferior to An Yiruo, a man whose profound power has been in the dust for many years.

An Yiruo was a fifth-level warrior just after he was unsealed, and then quickly advanced to become a sixth-level warrior. What a genius!

It means that Ouyang Yihan likes An Yiruo even more.

However, An Yiruo now has no profound strength, no skills, and no martial arts... He only has a silver needle in his hand. Apart from playing with silver needles, An Yiruo can do nothing.

An Yiruo smiled disapprovingly, and the index finger of his right hand condensed a mysterious force. An Yiruo quietly felt and felt the mysterious force condensed on his fingertips.

Sure enough, the gap between the fifth-level warrior and the sixth-level peak warrior was huge. An Yiruo clearly felt that his mysterious power after becoming a sixth-level peak warrior was much better than that of a fifth-level warrior. This

It's the difference between fifth-level warriors and sixth-level warriors.

Xiao Hei was so excited that he got the extra layer of Xuanli. He sent a message to An Yiruo: "Girl! Girl! You are so awesome! Everyone has gotten the extra layer after you! Come to the space and watch me dance ~ just for you.

Prepared!"

An Yiruo almost vomited out, thinking: What kind of dance can this guy do? An Yiruo closed his eyes and looked at the situation in the portable space with hesitation, and saw Xiao Hei dancing in the space. He thought he was

It was a very nice "butt twisting dance". An Yiruo cursed in a low voice: "Xiao Hei, you are so disgusting!" No, Xiao Hei, you are not disgusting, you are too disgusting!

Xiao Hei turned around and blew a kiss to An Yiruo: "Girl! Wow~ You are so lucky to have seen my original dance."

Ahhh! An Yiruo felt that his nerves were on the verge of collapse... Xiaohei is so shameless! You are so lucky! You will be unlucky for eight lifetimes!

An Yiruo silently greeted Xiaohei's eighteenth generation ancestors in his heart.

As everyone knows, Xiao Hei is a freak and has no eighteenth generation ancestors.

An Yiruo was tired from meditating, so he stood up, beat his legs, raised his eyes and asked, "Ouyang Yihan, how about we continue on our journey? Hurry up! Otherwise, we won't be able to get out of the grassland before dark."

"

Ouyang Yihan looked at the sun. Indeed, it would be dark in a few hours. He would not be able to get out of the grassland if he did not hurry up. However, Ouyang Yihan was still worried that An Yiruo would be in danger if his profound strength was not stable enough when he advanced to the next level: "Ruo'er

, your profound strength is not stable enough, do you want to rest for a while before rushing on?"

An Yiruo grabbed the sword, pulled out the scabbard, turned around and scolded Ouyang Yihan: "Ouyang Yihan! Why are you whining like a bitch? You're so verbose!"

Khan, An Yiruo, you are the woman...

Ouyang Yihan was speechless. Seeing that An Yiruo was so persistent, he had no choice but to wait for An Yiruo to wield the sword.

An Yiruo silently recited the formula for flying with a sword, and the sword grew in size rapidly...

The sword came to the feet of An Yiruo and Ouyang Yihan, and held up An Yiruo and Ouyang Yihan.

When An Yiruo wanted to test whether his sword flying could be doubled after being promoted, a voice that was very familiar to Ouyang Yihan but unfamiliar to An Yiruo came from the distance: "You two

Stop! I want to ask you something!"

Needless to say, Ouyang Yihan knew who it was and said, "Ruo'er, he is Old Man Fusheng, my master."
Chapter completed!