Inside the teahouse.

Chen Feng sat at the tea table, looking at his nose and his heart, looking like a good baby.

But at the bottom of my heart, I sighed.

You're talking about it.

What exactly is the difference between the Holy Steps?

What's the point of talking about all this uselessness?

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Yu Longxing was a saint-level professional, Chen Feng would have wanted to burst into foul language.

Fortunately.

Mo Yu Longxing didn't let Chen Feng wait for a long time, and after taking care of himself for a while, he continued: "In fact, the strength of the Holy Rank is almost doomed when it becomes the Holy Rank. ”

As soon as I heard this.

Chen Feng replied very obediently: "How do you say this? ”

"Because the two have different ways of becoming holy steps." Mo Yu Longxing had some feelings: "Just like me, being able to become a holy rank is actually with the help of a kind of treasure, which is the holy order that forcibly fuses pseudo-holy power and magic power together." ”

"A holy rank like me, that is, for a professional below the holy level, is just high."

"In the eyes of the true Holy Order, people like us are actually nothing at all."

"Why?"

"Is it because the combat power is too poor?" Chen Feng asked puzzled.

Mo Yu Longxing sighed: "It's not just a matter of combat power. ”

"Although our kind of holy rank can be regarded as an immortal existence, there is no possibility of further progress, and it is almost impossible to reach the demigod level, or even the legendary god level, so it is normal to be looked down upon."

"How can a person who can only stop at the Holy Order, and is also the weakest in the Holy Order, let people look up to him?"

"I see." Chen Feng was stunned and understood what Mo Yu Longxing meant.

The true Holy Order.

Hopefully a demigod, the Holy Power also seems to be stronger.

Aside from the combat techniques, it is purely based on the holy power.

Using treasures to forcibly fuse magic power, the holy level that has become seems to be really useless.

But.

The Holy Rank is the Holy Rank after all, even the weakest Holy Order.

For those below the Holy Rank, there is a fatal temptation.

Who doesn't want to live forever.

Who does not aspire to be stronger.

Of course.

This is not very attractive to Chen Feng.

There was silence for a while.

Chen Feng asked, "What about another way to become a saint?" ”

Mo Yulongxing glanced at Chen Feng, and then said, "Another method is to use your own strength to fuse pseudo-holy power and magic power together to advance to the holy level. ”

"Self-power?" Chen Feng asked, "What power?" ”

"Artistic Conception ......"

"What is artistic conception?" Chen Feng asked again.

Mo Yu Longxing glared at Chen Feng: "Are you kid finished?" ”

"If I knew what artistic conception was, I still need to use treasures to forcibly fuse pseudo-holy power and magic power into holy power?"

"You're looking for a draw, aren't you?"

"Although I am the weakest Saint Rank, I am a Saint Rank after all, believe it or not, I slapped you to the ground with one palm?"

Chen Fengcha smiled: "That, I'm just curious, absolutely nothing else." ”

Of course.

Although Chen Feng is not accompanied by his mouth.

However, I don't care much about it in my heart.

If nothing else.

The ancestor of the Fulin family, most likely, is the holy level reached by fusing magic and pseudo-holy power with artistic conception.

So.

I have such a slave.

Will you be afraid of Mo Yu Longxing?

Of course.

In a head-to-head confrontation, Chen Feng is definitely invincible, in the strength of Mo Yu Longxing, if he can't get it, the slave has not been recruited, and he will be directly slapped to the ground.

That's embarrassing.

Think of it this way.

It's better to keep a low profile.

OK.

Mo Yulongxing saw that Chen Feng had lost money, and he didn't mean to care, so he probably didn't feel happy in his heart, and vented to Chen Feng, and he didn't really have any idea of what Chen Feng was going to do.

"Okay, when you reach the fourth order, you can try to try the artistic conception fusion magic and pseudo-holy power, but I think your pseudo-holy power is extremely strong, and it is estimated that if you want to fuse with the magic power, the artistic conception you need must be extremely strong to completely fuse."

"When the time comes, you can slowly find a way to cultivate your artistic conception."

"I don't have much experience to tell you, but I also studied it when I was in the fourth order, and I think that the artistic conception thing seems to have something to do with personal will, you can do it yourself, and when the fourth order is complete, you can study it, or find a true saint level to ask about it, and I can't give you any constructive advice."

"Thank you very much, senior." Chen Feng sincerely thanked him.

Mo Yulongxing waved his hand: "Don't thank me, if you really thank me, be kind to Qinglan in the future." ”

"This ......"

Chen Feng didn't know how to answer.

At this time.

A call came through the door.

"Brother Long Xing, it's a coincidence, you're here too."

With the sound coming out.

There was a very gruff sound of pushing the door.

"Bang ......"

After a loud bang, the door opened, and a bald middle-aged man strode in.

Then he said to Mo Yu Longxing with a smile.

"Brother Long Xing, I heard that you fought with the Hades King, and you almost couldn't escape, we have known each other for so many years, and I am also very worried, so I came to see if there are any parts missing from you."

"Now that I'm safe and sound, I'm relieved."

"Also, don't go to the true saint to fight hard in the future, if you don't get this one right, you will lose your life."

"After so many years of friendship, I am very reluctant to say it."

"You can't die at the hands of someone else."

"If you want to die, you can only die at the hands of an old friend, right?"

"You're right?"

……

Mo Yulongxing's face turned blue with anger: "Get out of ......"

Meantime.

On his body, there was a faint glow of holy power surging, and he looked like he would do it at any time.

"Mo Yulongxing, you're crazy."

"If you want to do it in the teahouse, do you know the consequences?" The bald man's face changed, and he called out.

Mo Yulong was silent, but the holy power from above became more and more intense.

The bald head gritted his teeth: "Count you ruthless, I won't die with you, Lao Tzu hasn't lived enough." ”

Drop that sentence.

The bald head turned around and walked away, disappearing into the passage outside the room.

in the room.

Mo Yu Longxing's face was still not very good-looking, but the holy power brilliance on his body finally dissipated.

Chen Feng asked tentatively, "Senior, is that bald head your enemy?" ”

"Well, his name is Long Biao, and everyone calls him Biao Ye." Mo Yu Longxing nodded: "Thirty years ago, I robbed him of a magic material, and the enmity he made has been entangled to this day. ”

"However, it's not a big deal, none of us can help anyone, they are all holy ranks advanced through treasures, and the means of attack are almost the same, so he can only disgust me, and he can't do anything about it."

"Just now he said that you fought with the True Saint Order......

"It's just bad luck, I just met the Hades, and it just so happened that he was in a bad mood and wanted to find someone to vent, which is also something that can't be helped."

"Okay." Chen Feng didn't ask any more.

Although Mo Yu Longxing is Mo Yu Qinglan's father, he can ask too much, and he will be annoyed, this can be regarded as a scar, and it is not good to expose it when he is old.

No matter how you say it.

He is also a sage, and if he is not careful, he will be bumped into it, and it will be miserable.

There's no place to reason.

Asking less is better.