Zhang San complained in his heart, but did not dare to make any move and obediently took down the big box.

Unlock the box in twos and twos.

Open the box.

"Senior, these are all fake cultivation techniques and cannot be taken seriously. Even if you practice for seventy or eighty years, you won't be able to achieve anything."

"If the seniors lack the cultivation skills, the juniors have some here. As long as the seniors say a word, the juniors will respect the seniors."

While talking.

He also stepped back, fearing that Chu Yuan would burst out and suppress him.

Chu Yuan rolled his eyes and was too lazy to care about this guy's nerves.

If you call him "senior" for no reason, just pretend you didn't hear him.

He walked towards the big box.

He reached out and picked up one of the books.

The true form of heaven!

The name is quite majestic and domineering, but it's a pity that it's fake.

Open it and take a look.

The first line made Chu Yuan laugh.

Suppose that when a cultivator in the realm of gods realizes the Tao, he visualizes the way of heaven in his mind, communicates with the way of heaven, and absorbs the power of the way of heaven into his body, so that his body becomes accustomed to the power of the way of heaven.

During the battle, the power of heaven is introduced into the body to form the true body of heaven. The more proficient you become in practice, the more blessings you will receive!

Once you hear it, you will know it is a lie!

Let’s look at the second one…

On the postpartum care of fairy pigs.

puff!

Chu Yuan smiled like a fat man weighing 200 pounds in his heart, but he remained calm and calm on the outside.

He put down the book, looked at Zhang San, and said calmly.

"I bought all these. Let's calculate them by the pound. How much does one pound cost?"

Zhang San: "???"

Calculated by kilogram??
Chapter completed!