"Of course not, you don't think the difference between the ninth rank and the half-saint realm is that small, do you?" Zhong Ziqi gently tapped He Xinnian's head.
"Let me put it this way, I alone can kill all the martial artists and mental power masters below the ninth rank at Southern Xinjiang University."
"But you can't hurt me! Unless I die from exhaustion!"
"But a half-saint realm expert can easily kill more than a dozen ninth-tier powerhouses!"
"This is the difference between the Half-Saint Realm and the Ninth Order!"
"An insurmountable gap!"
"One half-saint realm cultivator is no problem to use as many as twenty ninth-tier martial artists!"
"It's just that its mobility isn't that high!"
"On the main battlefield, it's perfectly safe to have a half-saint face about fifteen ninth-tier opponents!" Zhong Ziqi said decisively.
He wanted to explain the power of a semi-saint to Su Feng and He Xinnian as clearly as possible.
But He Xinnian didn't even understand what the ninth rank meant, so when they talked about a half-saint level expert, he was even more confused.
I have absolutely no idea.
"Just how powerful is that dog god? He can kill more than a dozen half-saints with a flick of his wrist?"
Before He Xinnian could finish speaking, Zhong Ziqi's cane struck him on the head.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"The twelve zodiac gods are not to be discussed. You only need to know that they are extremely powerful, so powerful that no one can rival them, and they are truly immortal!"
"If you are fortunate enough to reach that point in the future, you will naturally be able to glimpse it!"
"If we can't reach them, then we should unconditionally trust the gods!"
He Xinnian was in pain and squatted on the ground, holding his head.
This old man was not like Su Feng. He looked frail and old, and He Xinnian did not dare to be disrespectful to him at all.
What if you accidentally fall...
Right?
Su Feng shook his head. These people from the Academy of Literature were indeed difficult to deal with; they were just being deliberately mysterious!
It stopped abruptly at the most crucial point, which was not satisfying at all!
You might as well not say it at all. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but you hold them back!
Okay, okay!
They're so clever!
"If you don't want to ask, then don't. Once we reach the semi-saint realm, we'll naturally come into contact with it." Su Feng rubbed He Xinnian's head and pulled him up from the ground.
That's so embarrassing, buddy!
"Hmph, I look forward to that day!" Zhong Ziqi tapped his cane, making a clattering sound, as a warning.
"Young Feng, don't be so arrogant. If I can see you reach the semi-saint realm before I die, I can rest in peace even if I'm torn apart by five horses!"
"Don't get stuck at the seventh or eighth tier, or even the sixth tier."
"Come and complain to this old man!"
"My walking stick will not hold back!"
As he spoke, Zhong Ziqi rummaged through his body and handed a strangely shaped object to Su Feng.
"What's this?" Su Feng took the strangely shaped object.
It feels slightly cool to the touch and looks like a ball of iron surrounded by hollowed-out iron rings.
The "iron ball" should not be made of iron, but rather of a material that closely resembles iron.
Because it's much heavier than iron products!
An item the size of a fist weighed over twenty pounds in Su Feng's hands!
To put it in a slightly more "scientific" way, this is not the density of iron at all!
It's too heavy!
"Something to help you train your mental strength!"
As Zhong Ziqi spoke, he took out a mini version and handed it to He Xinnian.
Compared to Su Feng's version, He Xinnian's mini version is actually only the size of a walnut.
Or rather, slightly larger than a walnut.
"Do everything you can to levitate this thing and then pry out the iron ball inside!"
“One day when you are able to get the iron ball out of there, you can proceed to the next stage of training!” Zhong Ziqi had just finished speaking.
Then I saw He Xinnian fiddling with that little iron ball.
Compared to Su Feng's iron ball, his iron ball was not only much smaller, but also much lighter.
After fiddling with it for a bit, he actually managed to get it working!
Then, He Xinnian shamelessly raised his hand and excitedly exclaimed, "Old Zhong!"
"I've got it! I can move on to the next stage of training!"
...
Enraged, Zhong Ziqi immediately raised his cane and began to beat the child, cursing him as he did so!
You can't make a good impression!
"This thing needs to be activated with mental power, not with your hands?"
Su Feng didn't stop him; this guy really needed a good beating from the streets.
People say it's about training mental strength, why do you insist on using your hands?
You want to exercise your hands, right?
So you can exercise when you get back, right?
Hit him! Hit him hard!
After fighting for a while, Su Feng stopped Old Master Zhong, not because he was afraid that He Xinnian would be beaten to death, but because he was worried about Old Master Zhong's health.
Grandpa Zhong was not a martial artist after all. Although his body was much better than that of the average person, his vital energy was beginning to decline.
He Xinnian just advanced to the first level of martial artist, and he's quite tough. What if he breaks the old man's cane... wouldn't that be troublesome?
After playing around.
He Xinnian was lifted up again by Zhong Ziqi and made to start demonstrating.
The ring-shaped ball was placed on the ground, and He Xinnian used his meager spiritual power to try to lift it.
The first step, levitation, is impossible to achieve for New Year's greetings.
His mental strength was only cultivated through emergency training by Su Feng!
This ring-shaped sphere felt heavy even to the touch, and now, using mental power...
There's still a long, long way to go before we celebrate the New Year!
Even if Zhong Ziqi had already helped him take a shortcut, it still wouldn't work.
Su Feng understood as well: this ring-shaped sphere was not only very heavy, but it also had a certain effect of suppressing mental power!
Seeing He Xinnian's humiliation, Zhong Ziqi began to smugly say, "Don't think that the path of a mental power master is easy!"
"How could you get here without putting in some effort?"
"Putting everything else aside, the very step of precisely controlling one's mental energy and improving its quality is extremely difficult!"
"You really are an idiot. To get the ball out precisely... it'll take you at least three years!"
"When you graduate from Southern Xinjiang University, you might be able to take this little ball with you!"
“...”
"Of course, I'm talking about using mental power!"
Zhong Ziqi was scolding He Xinnian when he suddenly looked at Su Feng and said, "Young Feng, don't think that I can target you just because I'm here!"
"This thing is specifically designed for training Spiritual Power Masters at the Spiritual Realm!"
"It's normal for you to be a bit older!"
"Of course, you're more talented than that kid, so it's normal for you to improve faster!"
"However, even with your talent, it would take at least six months to get this ball to successfully break free of these seven chains!"
"Even making this sphere float will take at least a month!"
Zhong Ziqi had just finished speaking.
The fist-sized ring-shaped sphere in front of Su Feng was no longer resting on the ground.
Instead, it happened slowly...
It floated up?!
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