Bai Feng ignored his master and continued, “The divine literature battle technique you outlined has a total of 18 core basis points...”
“Oh?”
Hong Tan said in surprise, “How many?”
Bai Feng glanced at his teacher and was a little depressed. He said in distress, “Teacher, aren’t you going into seclusion to cultivate? Aren’t you going to break through the sun and moon? Go On! I’m in Class!”
It wasn’t easy for me to give a lesson to a student, yet you keep asking, aren’t you annoying!
I’m only annoyed with an irresponsible teacher like you!
Hong Tan held his anger and glared at him. You’re good!
Very good, I won’t make a sound!
18 basic divine inscriptions!
As many as his senior brother!
