The martial arts tournament is imminent, and everyone is racing against time to cultivate, so every minute and second counts. Consequently, many teenagers are too lazy to get into verbal disputes or watch others; they choose their own spirit stones instead.
Li Feng chose a low-grade spirit stone, which was originally dull and lifeless, and suddenly it lit up, emitting a thin layer of faint blue light.
"I told you, you're only worthy of a low-grade spirit stone."
Meng Bo saw this and couldn't help but smile triumphantly.
In his view, Li Fei was bound to share the same fate, cultivating with low-grade spirit stones couldn't be more fitting. At most, he could use mid-grade spirit stones, which were incomparable to his own.
His level is not something anyone can easily achieve.
Li Feng couldn't help but feel dejected. To be honest, his heart yearned to cultivate on mid-grade spirit stones.
