Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu flicked his fingertips, and Xukong pulled Dieyi in front of him, his lips slightly parted: "Didn't Xunwu tell you that this thing must be controlled with mental power?"

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"Third Young Master, what you said is simple and easy. Do you think that anyone can cultivate mental power like you? Even someone like Gu Lan has no mental power. How can I cultivate mental power?" Feng Chenglin looked frustrated and discouraged.

When Niwu pointed out that he could control Dieyi with his mental power, he was still very excited, thinking that he would be the second Ling Luoyu.

But when I was really practicing, I realized that this was not the case at all.

"I can't feel what spiritual power is at all..."

It's not like he hasn't practiced from the bottom. He was reborn from the ashes and re-cultivated the power of beast form.

But that kind of power can be seen and touched. How to practice and control it, he has a clear scale in his heart.

But now?

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

"Spiritual power, cultivation depends on the individual, with talent as the main component, and later training as a supplement. Among them, innate talent is the key to everything!"

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

"Such a spiritual object is different from other ordinary weapons in perception. Since it can recognize you as the master, it means that you have such a talent...it just needs to be practiced the day after tomorrow!"

"I'm repairing..."

"But your cultivation method may be wrong!"

Ling Luoyu raised his hand and touched Feng Chenglin's dantian with his fingertips.

A vast force instantly poured into his body, as if a stormy sea was passing through, rushing towards the eight extraordinary meridians with reckless abandon.

"Third Young Master..."

The majestic momentum of this force had a tendency to break his meridians, and his face suddenly changed in shock.

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

"You...where does your power come from?"

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

But the power at the moment is strange and tyrannical.

However, after a blink of an eye, he suddenly understood——

"Have you broken through the ninth level bottleneck?"

If he hadn't broken through the ninth level bottleneck, how could Ling Luoyu have such a majestic momentum?

However, Ling Luoyu didn't seem to pay attention to his intention at all. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she looked at him with a strange look.

Feng Chenglin's smile suddenly froze and he looked at her confused: "Third 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 and frowned slightly: "Fat man, you... don't you feel that there is something extra in your body?"

Feng Chenglin's scalp was numb when he was told, and his face suddenly turned pale: "Third Young Master...are you saying that I...there is a big...tumor growing in my body? Then...is it me..."

Ling Luoyu stared intently, his eyes getting weirder and weirder.

Feng Chenglin looked more and more desperate at this look: "You...you look at me like this, am I hopeless?"

Ling Luoyu let out a long sigh, shook his head quietly, but said nothing.

Feng Chenglin's face was full of bitterness for a moment: "But I don't feel anything is wrong?! These days, I eat well and drink well, so why..."