Ling Luoyu shook his fingertips lightly, Xunkong pulled Butterfly in front of him, and his lips blew slightly: "Didn't Xuwu tell you that this thing must be controlled by mental power?"

"Sayed..."

“…”

"San Young Master, what you said is simple and light. Do you think anyone can cultivate mental power like you? Even Gu Lan has no mental power, so how can I cultivate mental power?" Feng Chenglin looked frustrated and discouraged.

When Wuwu pointed out that he could control Butterfly with his mental power, he was very excited and thought he would be the second Ling Luoyu.

But when the practice is real, I realize that it is not the case at all.

"I can't feel what mental power is..."

It’s not that he had practiced from the bottom, but he was reborn from the ashes and re-educated the beast-shaped power.

But how can you practice and control that kind of power, you can see and touch, and how to practice and control it, there is a clear scale in his heart.

But what about now?

"San Young Master, I really don't know where to start? Xuwu can't help me..."

"The cultivation of mental power depends on the individual, with talent as the main focus and later cultivation as the auxiliary. Among them, innate talent is the key to everything!"

Ling Luoyu moved his fingertips lightly and grabbed Butterfly in his hand.

"Such a spiritual object is different from other ordinary weapons in perception. Since it can recognize you as the leader, it means that you have such talent... it just needs acquired cultivation!"

"I'm working on it..."

"But your cultivation method may be wrong!"

Ling Luoyu raised his hand with his fingertips on Feng Chenglin's Dantian.

A vast force instantly poured into his body, as if it was a storm passing by, and was rushing towards the eight extraordinary meridians.

"Three Young Master..."

The majestic momentum of this power had a tendency to break through his meridians, which made his face change suddenly.

Although he knew that Ling Luoyu would not attack him, he was still shocked when his power was rampant.

"Where did you... your power come from?"

He knew Ling Luoyu's cultivation level. Although he didn't know how high he was, he was still familiar with the Chaos Yuan Ling.

But the power at present is unfamiliar and powerful.

However, after a moment, he suddenly understood-

"Have you broken through the ninth level of bottleneck?"

If it weren't for breaking through the nine-level bottleneck, how could Ling Luoyu have such a majestic aura?

However, Ling Luoyu seemed to ignore his intentions at all. He frowned slightly and glanced at him with a strange look.

Feng Chenglin's smile froze suddenly, and he looked at her for no reason: "Three Young Master?"

Ling Luoyu's expression is not a good thing!

Could it be that something happened to his body?

Ling Luoyu slowly withdrew his hand, frowned slightly: "Fatty, you... don't feel that there is one more thing in your body?"

Feng Chenglin's scalp was numb and his face suddenly turned pale: "San Young Master... Did you say that I... have a big tumor in my body? Then... is it me..."

Ling Luo Yuyou looked at her eyes, and her eyes became more and more weird.

Feng Chenglin became more and more desperate by this look: "You... are you helpless when you look at me like this?"

Ling Luoyu sighed long and shook his head lightly, but he just didn't say anything.

Feng Chenglin's face was bitter in an instant: "But I don't feel anything wrong?! These days, I have eaten well and drunk well, why... "
Chapter completed!