Storm Of Criticism (1)

"It's not impossible to advance the flame," Mo Yan said after some thought.

"You mean… the Divine Flame Body Tempering?" Liu Feng was shocked. He had heard of the method Mo Yan mentioned, but so far, not many had succeeded because that method was too painful. That kind of pain was definitely not something an ordinary person could withstand.

"I just don't know if he has the willpower," Mo Yan said calmly.

"This…" Liu Feng was in a difficult position. Even though he found this old man quite pleasing to the eye, he could not ask this old man to use that method to advance his Vital Flame! After all, that was a matter of life and death.

"Let's talk about it after the competition!" Mo Yan looked at Liu Feng and said. In fact, he felt that the old man might agree. However, the risk of this matter was not small, so he had to think carefully.

"Yes." Liu Feng nodded. This matter could not be rushed.