"Kid, with your talent, breaking through to the second level of the Eagle Body Skill in these two days shouldn't be a problem."
"As long as you break through to the second level, you can at least make sure you won't be killed in the Martial Arts Conference."
By the waterfall, Zhou Li and Chen Sheng sat facing each other.
The aroma and color of the Spirit medicine soup in the iron pot beside them became more concentrated.
It was almost ready.
Tsk!
"Old man, can't you just wish me well?"
Hearing Zhou Li's words, Chen Sheng rolled his eyes.
"It's not that I don't wish you well."
"It's just from my understanding of the various martial arts sects in Fuhai Province."
"With your current strength, it's too difficult to stand out in the Martial Arts Conference."
At this point, Zhou Li was too weak to argue with Chen Sheng.
Hearing this, Chen Sheng became curious.
How powerful were the people Zhou Li had met that made him feel that he couldn't win?
"Could it be..."
