"oh."

Guo Feng's lips twitched upon hearing this. How was he supposed to respond to that?

He knew that Qing Rou's combat power was definitely off the charts, because Sima Hui had said so.

Unless it's a life-or-death battle, he and Qingrou are evenly matched.

But when Guo Feng saw Sima Hui fighting an eighth-rank official, it wasn't a life-or-death battle, was it?

How come this couple is so abnormal?

"Oh my god!"

Qingrou rolled her eyes at Guo Feng. "This time I'm leading the team. Don't cause any trouble. We need to have the demeanor of a great power."

She paused for a moment, then added, "Also, don't think that just because you've improved a lot, you can look down on me."

There are three watersheds in the mortal realm.

"Level 50, Level 80, Level 100."

"In my opinion, reaching level 80 is only halfway through the journey."

"And I, although I am only level 65, can tell you with certainty."

"Even those who only complete half the journey will be utterly defeated by me, understand?"

Her words were very straightforward.

I'm tough, don't mess with me!

"Um... Sister Rou, I have never looked down on you. Don't worry, when I get to America, I will definitely act with the magnanimity of a great nation."

I will not offend others unless they offend me.

"Give them love, give them tolerance!"

Guo Feng was startled, even though he had guessed Qing Rou's strength before.

Even when Qingrou told him herself, he was still shocked.

These two seem even more amazing than him, who's got some kind of cheat code.

Why?!

"Lieutenant General Qingrou, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

At this moment, Zhao Long, carrying a battle sword, exuding a murderous aura, and covered in blood, walked over.

"It didn't take long."

Qing Rou glanced at Zhao Long indifferently, said nothing more, and waved her hand, "Get on the plane!"

Clearly, she disliked the Zhao family.

Therefore, I don't like Zhao Long either.

Even though she knew that Zhao Long was originally a descendant of a martyr of the Psionic Army.

In her view, people whose brains have been brainwashed by the Zhao family are not worthy of being descendants of martyrs.

Soon, they boarded the plane.

Qingrou sat alone at the front, drinking red wine and looking out the window.

Guo Xiaoqing sat with Guo Feng, Lin Changyun, Wenren Tutu, Guo Dagang, Hong Qi, and others.

Zhao Long sat alone in the last row.

Close your eyes and rest.

"Bro, that guy is amazing! He's level 45!"

Guo Xiaoqing looked at Zhao Long and whispered.

"You can make that accurate judgment?"

Guo Feng raised an eyebrow.

Guo Xiaoqing smiled smugly: "My master said that my mind is different from ordinary people. In addition to my destructive abilities, I also have strong investigative abilities."

"How far can you sense with your eyes closed?"

Guo Feng asked curiously.

Guo Xiaoqing laughed and said, "You mean divine sense? Master said I was born with divine sense, and my divine sense strength is pretty good. My detection range is only about two hundred meters, brother, what's wrong?"

"hehe!"

Guo Feng was shocked once again.

My sister's innate divine sense is just too amazing!

He has worked hard to train, but he is only 80 or 90 meters tall now.

He decided that when he had free time, he would focus on mastering the Great Dao Heart Refining Technique, at least to raise his divine sense to a range of three hundred meters!

He replied, "Divine sense is nothing special. I have it too, and I can use it in battle. Don't be too arrogant."

After saying that, he didn't give Guo Xiaoqing a chance to ask further questions, and changed the subject, "As for Zhao Long, his situation is special, so you don't need to worry about him."

He paused for a moment, then said, "But he's already level 45? That's quite fast. I'm only level 42!"

"Boss, your surface level is already level 42?"

We're all stuck at level 39!

"Damn, Captain, tell the truth, what's your real level?"

Lin Changyun and the other two stared wide-eyed; even Zhao Long, at level 45, was not as shocked as Guo Feng, at level 42.

You should know that when Guo Feng entered the genius class, his grade was only in the single digits!

"It's not that strong; its physical strength is only comparable to the limit of level 59."

Guo Feng said it casually.

"Holy crap!"

"Not human!"

"You're eighteen, and you've reached the level 59 limit?"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

"Don't idolize me like that, I'm just a legend."

Guo Feng waved his hand, "Besides, you've all reached level 39, the limit?"

"yes."

Wenren Tutu and the others nodded hurriedly.

"Come on, everyone take a fruit and eat it. Once you eat it, you should break through."

As Guo Feng spoke, three strengthening fruits appeared in his hand.

"That's amazing?"

Wenren Tutu stared wide-eyed as she took the strengthening fruit, her face filled with disbelief.

For cultivators, the thing they fear most is hitting a bottleneck.

This will waste even more time.

It's so mentally taxing!

"You'll know once you try it."

Guo Feng said casually, waving his hand, "Alright, even a direct flight to America takes more than ten hours."

"Strive to break through level 40 before then."

"My teammates are below level 40, how embarrassing am I?"

After he finished speaking, he stretched and said, "I'll also raise my physical strength to level 60. Sigh, I can't let China down!"

"You're about to break through?!"

"Boss, 6!"

"Captain is awesome!"

Wenren Tutu and the other two were shocked, yet also pleased.

Because they already know that the better the captain is, the better they are!

"Little sister, why don't you start cultivating too? I have plenty of spirit energy stones now, feel free to use them."

Guo Feng said, spreading his hands.

A box of psionic stones was handed to Guo Xiaoqing.

"One thousand psionic stones?"

"The captain is so rich!"

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