Sure Enough You Are Not A Fool

The next morning, Xia Ping woke up in the hotel room. He sat cross-legged on the white bed,

slowly opened his eyes, and exhaled.

After a night of meditation and cultivation, he felt that the True Qi in his body had grown a little

stronger, and the strength of his body had grown a little stronger. He was getting stronger every

second.

"The speed of improvement is still too slow."

Xia Ping clenched his fists. The Martial Warrior Realm had nine layers, and each layer was

extremely powerful. If he wanted to advance to the next layer, he had to open up an acupoint, so

that he could contain more qi and become more powerful.

But to open up an acupoint was too difficult.

Without pills, without the help of all kinds of treasures, even a genius would have to spend several

years to strengthen the qi in his body, open up an acupoint, and advance to the next layer.

"This battle is an opportunity."