He is confident that as long as he survives this battle, his cultivation level will improve.

The stronger the whetstone, the sharper it will be sharpened.

"Your technique is good, but it's a pity that your cultivation is too weak!"

The old man shook his head, stretched out his hand to grab it, and an illusory claw appeared in front of him.

It moved very fast, turned into an afterimage, and fiercely grabbed Tang Fan from the top of his head.

"You... what a pity!"

The old man sighed, at Tang Fan's age, he could achieve such a level of cultivation, but given time, his achievements would be unimaginable.

But, he has no chance!

"Um?"

The old man was suddenly stunned for a moment, and saw a white light rising from Tang Fan's hand into the sky, covering him with force, and the claw was actually blocked.

"Foundation-building monk, so what!"
Chapter completed!