Jian Chen's spiritual consciousness was released bit by bit and headed towards the stone tablet, as if a kind mother wanted to caress her son, very careful.
"Yes, I somehow broke through a realm when I woke up this morning." Yan Chen spread his hands and smiled bitterly, and his strength was a bit strange.
"Last night? Could it be because of that colorful vision?" Jian Chen felt a little stern and guessed.
"Why, Jian Chen, do you know the mystery?" Ling'er said with some expectations when she saw the change in Jian Chen's eyes.
"No, Brother Yan Chen, I'll pass on your set of ** to truly restrain your breath. Then you will take revenge and be more confident." Jian Chen thought for a moment and decided to teach the breath-retention technique to the two brothers and sisters. Jian Chen
I vaguely felt that the boy who was a little older than me seemed to be involved in something.
"Is it because of this ** that you can find my breath?" Yan Chen was not stupid either. He guessed something from it when he heard Jian Chen's words.
"Yes. This ** is called the breath-retention technique. You can also detect other people's breath by restraining your own breath." Jian Chen nodded.
"Thank you." Yan Chen nodded at Jian Chen. He knew that this auxiliary type of ** value was so high. He did not refuse to take revenge, but just kept this kindness in his heart.
"Okay, I want it too." Ling'er, who was on the side, jumped up when she heard Jian Chen's words. She didn't know what to be polite to Jian Chen.
"Okay, no problem, don't be impatient and not practice at that time." Jian Chen joked. In the wilderness, Yan Chen would teach Ling'er a lot of martial arts, but Ling'er was either tired or fun when she practiced halfway through.