Has reached the sixth level of the monarch.
She was already proud enough.
"By the way, have you also advanced?"
Ye Qingli suddenly discovered at this moment.
On Jun Aohan's body.
There is also a strong breath.
It is different from before.
"Ben Wang fluke."
"Just advanced to the sixth level of the king."
Ye Qingli: "..."
She understood.
The appearance of this guy is clearly proving.
How talented he is, and how wasteful others are.
Although my own training speed is fast enough.
But compared with him, it is still not as far apart.
Then, Ye Qingli immediately pulled her face down.
"Well, I admit, I was stimulated by you."
Ye Qingli faced.
"So, I decided."
"During this time, I will not see you again."
"I want to practice with all my heart."
"When will my cultivation practice compare with you?"
"I'll see you again."
Jun Aohan: "..."
He wished to slap himself.
It's okay, what do you do for your cultivation?
What about King Sixth Order?
Even from now on, I will not eat, drink, or practice.
By the time Ye Qingli reaches the sixth rank of the king, it is estimated that it will be the year of the monkey.
God, how can I wait for that day?
He immediately looked at Ye Qingli with a grieving expression.
However, Ye Qingli did not mean to shake at all.
"I'm talking, so be it."
"Do you really want to catch up with this king so quickly?"
Jun Aohan looked seriously.
"of course."
"Okay, Ben Wang has a quick fix."
Jun Aohan said seriously.
"It allows you to catch up with the king with the fastest speed."
"Is there such a way?"
Ye Qingli's eyes widened.
"Are you sure you are really kidding?"
He is now King Sixth.
There is a big gap between her sixth order and her monarch.
You should know that after reaching the sixth level of the monarch, even if you only jump up a small level, you will have to work ten times and one hundred times.
Not to mention this large level.
On the Star Continent, countless people can't achieve it for their entire lives.
Even if Ye Qingli's refining technique, there is no match in the world.
There are countless ancient recipes in the stomach.
But she could not think of it.
Is there any way to do this.
It is impossible even if it is a medicine of the emperor level.
After all, manpower is sometimes poor.
Then she saw Jun Aohan waved her palm.
A hint of coldness condensed in his palm.
Aimed at his own Dantian.
"What are you doing?"
Ye Qingli was startled.
Damn, this is not a joke!
Jun Aohan's ice is full of energy, once launched with full force.
Able to wipe out all lives within ten miles!
"Self-destructive repair."
Jun Aohan took it for granted.
"Don't you say that it's too far away from this king's cultivation base, so I'm not happy."
"Then, the king will abandon himself and become the same as you."
"Then you won't feel unbalanced."
Ye Qingli: "..."
This guy is serious!
"Good boy, I won't let you go."
Looked at his murmured expression.
Ye Qingli patted his face.
"However, you are not allowed to go to the School of Theological Medicine to be a disciple."
There is a Huangfu Changqing and Feng Wuqin, which is already a headache.
If Jun Aohan comes in, too.
Well, she was in the School of Divinity Medicine, but she could n’t get along.