Nan Ke looked at him and asked with a try-making attitude: "How do you think you can speed up your cultivation?"

"There is a problem with the cultivation?"

Tang Er became serious. For monks, problems in their cultivation were the top priority.

"I'll take a look at it if the Qi and blood are urging me to take a look."

After all, it is at the seventh level. Although Tang Er realizes that his talent is like Nan Ke, there is still no problem to give some advice at this stage.

Nan Ke mobilized his qi and blood as he spoke, and blood-colored luster appeared faintly around him.

It seems that he has momentum before the ninth grade, but those who know it know it knows that this is a manifestation of a stronger qi and blood, and a more exquisite control over qi and blood.

A true master confronts is not about setting off fireworks. Whoever is brighter and more fancy will be more powerful.

You may not see any tricks when you are standing on the top of the mountain, but when that qi power falls to the ground, it is easy to break the water and crack the stone.

"You're OK with that."

Tang Er took a closer look and found no problem.

The qi and blood are solid and the foundation is solid, and there is no sign of any instability in the foundation or a mistake.

If you insist on saying that there is something wrong, it may be that the progress is too fast, which makes Tang Er, a martial artist who took several years to enter the seventh grade, feels ashamed.

He knew that his practice was slow, after all, he had a lot of energy to devote to other human relationships and worldly affairs.

But slower than slower, his speed is actually the regular speed of most martial artists who have no wealth.

After all, they are late and there are no famous teachers to guide them. They must be careful when relying on themselves to explore. Even if they can get up quickly, they may not be really brave.

If you say a thousand things and ten thousand things, this practice will lead to life if it goes wrong.

“There is a problem.”

Nan Ke collected his blood and sighed, "According to my plan, I should be promoted to the seventh grade today, but I'm stuck on the threshold."

"When did you get into the eighth grade?"

"A month ago?" Nan Ke calculated, "It should be less than a month, and I have not much time to practice."

“…”

Tang Er's mouth moved, and he suddenly wanted to swear.

After enduring for a long time, Tang Er took a deep breath and tried to make himself calm, "This speed... do you still feel slow?"

Nan Ke looked at him and he really didn't think he was in Versailles. After all, from his own start, although it would take a second to appear without saying that the progress was not fast.

The objects Nan Ke used to compare were all other time travelers, which made him feel that he was too slow to practice.

not to mention......

"I'm going to be an undercover agent soon. Tell me, how can I have a clear mind if I don't get a seventh grade?"

Tang Er shook his head, "I am the seventh grade. I will tell you, go to Qingyi to be an undercover agent, let alone the seventh grade, even if it is the sixth grade, you should still be panicked!"

"No, different."

"Why are they different!" Tang Er was dissatisfied.

"You said if we fail to lurk and have a group of people come out to chase us, how can we increase the probability of escaping ourselves?"

"There's no way!" Tang Er was determined.

"You're wrong again." Nan Ke shook his head and said meaningfully: "Just run faster than the other person."

"..." Tang Er.
Chapter completed!