Zhang Sanfeng: Why don't you ride the wind and soar ninety thousand miles into the sky!
In the Great Ming Imperial Preceptor's residence, Zhang Sanfeng was contemplating the will of heaven. When he saw Meng Nan, he burst out laughing. You're awfully cocky, little brother.
"But why do I keep feeling that the consciousness of this Heaven and Earth sometimes gives off strange emotions?" After laughing, Zhang Sanfeng grew puzzled. Could the consciousness of Heaven and Earth have emotions like that?
Daigu Madoka: A mighty sword three feet long hangs at your waist, but do your stern, loving parents at home know?
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's message, Daigu smiled calmly and added a line of his own, displaying his deep knowledge of Eastern culture. Then he closed the book in his hands—How to Show Off Elegantly.
The longer Daigu spent in the Chat Group, the more keenly he felt the gaps in his knowledge. Left with no choice, he had bought books to read.
Lu Mingfei: Holy shit!
Meng Chuan burst out laughing when he saw that line.
That laugh set Meng Nan's anger ablaze. Flames rose from his Great Asura Dharmakaya—the fire of wrath!
"You're courting death, brat!" Meng Nan roared. Not only had he refused to hand over Tathagata's Palm, he even dared to mock him!
"Enough of your prattle." Meng Chuan glanced at Meng Nan, then reached out to seize him.
Meng Nan's expression changed. The sky-blotting hand grew larger and larger in his vision, and the feeling that he could flee to heaven or burrow into the earth and still find no escape gripped his heart.
"How is this possible?" Meng Nan was horrified. How could someone like this exist in the Heaven and Earth today?
Meng Nan tried to flee, unleashing every divine art and secret