In the end, the little monk Zhenwu still didn't tell her what she should do.
He simply said, "The time has come, and you will know in time."
His tone was unpleasant; it seemed that if he looked at her or spoke to her for even a second, he would be on the verge of exploding in anger.
Hua Rong guessed that the other party probably knew that she wanted to force him to marry her.
However, she was extremely thick-skinned and didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Instead, she wanted to pester him and learn more from him.
However, this little monk's cultivation was still higher than hers. With a single fan, he sent her flying into the sea of martial spirit flowers in the Forest of Life and Death!
"How stingy!"
Hua Rong muttered something to himself and stopped worrying about it.
After all, I took advantage of him, so being slapped once isn't a loss for me.
She immediately contacted them, and after they switched identities, she returned to the Black Tiger Squad.
Looking at these people again now, she had a different feeling.
“In this world of martial arts, cultivation level can sometimes help me see many things clearly.”
Hua Rong knew beforehand that Yang Rong liked Wang Zilin, and that Wang Zilin seemed to be having an affair with Xiao Wei.
As for Chen Ge, judging from how protective he was of Yang Rong, he must also like her.
Dong Jianren remained indifferent, like a bystander.
The harvest is like a little brother who knows nothing, but whose cultivation is not weak.
"Hey bro, let me tell you, that Dong Jian guy is just pretending to be aloof. He's a total jerk."
Do you know what he does all day? He actually peeped at Xiao Wei and Yang Rong while they were showering, and after being caught, he righteously declared that he had no such intentions.
[Their affected manner was so obvious. But Xiao Wei and Yang Rong actually believed it! It infuriates me!]
[And this shameless thing, he spends all his time secretly looking at erotic pictures, he's as lewd as can be!]
Hua Rong listened to the complaints without expression.
She knew, of course, that Dong Jianren wasn't as he appeared.
The other party was none other than the master of the little monk Zhenwu—she had just witnessed his shameless behavior not long ago!
"But what is this guy trying to do by staying with this small team?"
Hua Rong learned from the young monk Zhenwu that the current Great Sage of Transformation Energy was the only surviving Right Protector of the Transformation Sect.
Hua Rong guessed that the little monk Zhenwu might have been harboring the intention of fishing while staying by the side of the Great Sage of Reincarnation.
So why is this scoundrel and monk in a rather inconspicuous small team?
Hua Rong has always believed that if you don't understand something, you should ask.
I originally wanted to confront that scoundrel Dong directly.
But when he thought about how he couldn't even beat the disciple of that lowly monk, he gave up on the idea.
"I'll practice some more before asking. Besides, they might be busy, and I'd only bother them if I went. That would be really awkward. I need to reason with them and try to be more understanding."
Hua Rong felt that she was reasonable most of the time.
Especially when you can't beat the opponent!
Hearing Hua Rong's mutterings, he widened his eyes and almost opened his mouth to refute.
Only then did he realize that he was no match for this big shot, so he obediently shut up.
"Hmm? You have a problem with that?"
He is more reasonable, especially when it comes to reasoning with Hua Rong.
No, no, I think the expert's consideration is very correct. We shouldn't bother others; we should talk things out rationally!
Hua Rong's expression improved slightly.
She checked his cultivation level and was somewhat surprised.
"You've already reached the Martial Grandmaster level, how much time has passed since then?"
He said cautiously.
[Not long, only three hundred years.]
Hua Rong: "..."
Three hundred years is indeed not a long time.
From what she heard, she learned that the entire True Spirit Continent had remained almost unchanged for the past three hundred years.
Today, there are still only those three Great Sages in the entire world.
"That's normal."
Hua Rong wasn't too surprised, after all, this sky was fake.
She guessed that, apart from the Great Sage of Reincarnation, Shi Feng and Hua Zhongtian were both related to Wei Zheng.
It's too difficult for others to become saints!
In this world, apart from the old saints who survived the war of annihilation, the only new saints are Shi Feng and Hua Zhongtian.
And these two...
A cold glint flashed in Hua Rong's eyes; it was highly likely that these were just two reconstructed bodies of Wei Zheng.
Therefore, it can only guarantee up to the level of Martial Saint.
"I just don't know if there's still a body he can rebuild on the True Spirit Continent. Or perhaps, that's why the lowly monk stayed here?"
However, while Hua Rong thought it was normal, Wang Zilin didn't think so at all!
"No, we must venture into the Wei Palace ruins this time!"
Wang Zilin's appearance did not change, but his cultivation level remained unchanged after three hundred years.
Even though no new saint has appeared on the entire continent yet, he can't sit still any longer.
He no longer wants to go back to his world, where people can't move mountains or travel thousands of miles a day!
There are laws that prohibit killing!
These things were very unfamiliar to him.
He felt that there was no need for her to go back now.
The longer he cultivates, the less he misses his family and friends from his past life.
Now he is determined to become a saint or an emperor, even if it is just a virtual game world.
Hua Rong was not surprised when she heard what Wang Zilin said.
She had already noticed the change in Wang Zilin's heart.
He wasn't the only one; almost everyone else in the team shared this thought.
No, there were three people who didn't give her that feeling.
Dong Jianren!
A bountiful harvest!
Xiao Wei!
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