Feng Lin smiled and waved his hand, "How much do you know about the flow of alien faces?"

"The flow of different things is always changing, and the cost of trial and error is too high."

Ji Guangling said in a deep voice, "Even if it is the sixth level of Dacheng, we will keep it a secret."

"Sixth level?"

Feng Lin remembered that Zhuang Qingyan said that the state of transfer is stable at seven or eight levels, and nine levels is the upper limit.

"That's right. Don't talk about the sixth level. I think even a genius like you would find it difficult to improve now, right?"

Ji Guangling asked.

Feng Lin suddenly realized, "I'm already like this. It's even more difficult for masters of the fifth and sixth levels of Dacheng to make progress."

"Yes, if you want to advance, it's best to go through life-and-death battles and go beyond the limits, but masters of this level have almost no room for performance here."

Ji Guangling shook his head, "So, many people used to be interested in the alien land. There is plenty of room for progress in the alien land."

"As I said just now, the cost of trial and error is too high. A fifth- or sixth-level master jumps in and dies, but some of the divine orifice realms are transferred smoothly."

Ji Guangling sighed, "There are five and six Dacheng masters, and they all want to advance. It proves that they have not reached the limit yet, and they die like this. Who can bear it?"

After listening to Ji Guangling's words, Feng Lin nodded secretly, "So you started to build lies?"
Chapter completed!