Chapter 1,168: Need Cultivation?
s Sima Xian ran wildly, his head hung low, and his whole body emanated a terrifying aura. 。As he ran, circles of yellow light constantly spread from beneath his feet. 。Gravity Control! This is a very...Moreover, among these people are also the contemporary Shrek Seven Monsters, including Wu Sidu, Xu Yucheng, Luo Guixing, Yang Nianxia, Zheng Yiran and so on, these outstanding talents.
Each of them used to be a prodigy, and now they are all the seeds for the future reconstruction of the Slayers. 。Tang Wulin said, "Teacher Wu, I have another suggestion" 。"Oh" Wu Changkong looked at him 。Tang Wulin said, "Since everyone is willing to contribute everything for the future of Shrek's Academy, then I think we shouldn't keep having everyone stay here... " 。“What do you mean” Wu Changkong moved slightly. Tang Wulin said: “I’m just here, practicing and not interacting with the outside world. I only improve my cultivation level, but nothing else.” 。To rebuild the guild of Slayers in the future and unleash its full potential, society is indispensable. Moreover, spiritual growth is also crucial. 。I think everyone also needs these. 。Even in the near future, integrating into society under various identities. 。With their talents, they will quickly stand out and achieve something in various aspects. 。When Shrek calls out, they, who have already achieved fame and fortune, will be able to contribute even more to the rebuilding and revival of the academy. 。"
"No" 。"The dance master, Chang Kong, said abruptly, 'This won't do.'" 。Have you ever thought, with so many people talking, even if everyone is careful, there's still a chance someone might slip up 。Moreover, with over two hundred outstanding talents appearing all at once, wouldn't it raise suspicions What were their original identities anyway They were all students of the Shrek Academy. 。s ago. The palace today remains much the same as it was then. 。Entering the hall, the vaulted ceiling, a full forty meters high, coupled with the spacious hall, gives one an invisible sense of oppress...