At the beginning of the rising sun, Song Yan was still sitting on a stone half a meter high on the mountainside of Yunufeng.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, his body shook, and there was a click inside him, like the sound of a chick breaking its shell.

was the ninth day of Song Yan's practice, which reached the double refining gas at one stroke.

"You fool, you fool is foolish luck!"

Lingyan came up and looked at Song Yan. His eyes were filled with admiration, shock and a little relief.

Accepting Master's orders, she has been pointing out the practice of Song Yan. The more pointing she is, the more shocked she...