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It was injured...

There was no pain at all, just a pain in the middle of the eyebrows, and then its tough scales seemed to be cut open by this wind.

Seeing this scene, Fu Yuesheng exclaimed in disbelief: "How could this be so?"

Turning around, Wang Wenhao inserted the wooden sword in his hand back into the scabbard, and there was still a smile on his face, explaining:

"I don't know how high the level of martial arts my uncle gave me, but what I need to do seems to be creating a world in my own state of mind... It seems like that?"

Wang Wenhao was not sure. He just came according to the exercises. When he needed to do something, he just needed to let the breath of his own world leak into reality. He was not without it.

Having cultivation is about creating the world and creating cultivation.

"So... I don't know how my cultivation is defined, I just know that I am very strong now..." Wang Wenhao could only say so much, and then pondered: "Maybe the world I created is as strong as I am..."

There were too many uncertainties, and Wang Wenhao knew too little, but this passage fell into Fu Yuesheng's ears, and he was extremely shocked. He said in a daze: "Create the world? Not defined by cultivation?"

How can we not be defined by cultivation?

Fu Yuesheng thought of Shen Luochen, the guy who jumped over the great realm and killed people, and thought of how Lin Changfeng was able to use his foundation-building realm to be fearless in the external realm.

"Isn't it defined?" Fu Yuesheng looked at Wang Wenhao. He suddenly felt that he understood a lot of things. He seemed to care too much about his cultivation, and it seemed that he had gradually been defined by his cultivation.

"So that's the case?"

Standing in a daze, Wang Wenhao was just looking at Fu Yuesheng. He could sense that Uncle Master seemed to have realized something and was hitting a special barrier.

As Fu Yuesheng's aura surged, Wang Wenhao consciously chose to retreat and stay away and not disturb the other party.

But just as he was about to leave, a gentle voice rang directly on the top of the mountain.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect to meet such a young man with such a Buddhahood in the outside world today."

He raised his eyebrows and looked towards the top of the mountain. It was the first time that Wang Wenhao heard this voice. The wind in his mood told him that the guy standing on the top of the mountain had no malice.

"Who is senior?" Wang Wenhao bowed slightly. He knew that the other party was a monk and that the other party had no malice.
Chapter completed!