"Hey, Mr. Yang."
"Is this youngster really a wild Martial Artist without a strong background?"
Niu Qinghe was somewhat incredulous.
The pressure emanating from him gradually rose, and the terrifying Tyrannical True Intent pressed towards Lin Zheyu, all the while he still had the mind to chat with Mr. Yang.
"Can't you judge for yourself!"
"Would a Martial Artist with a complete legacy and guidance from powerful elders cultivate so many messy techniques?"
"Multiple Fist Skills, Saber Skills, Lightweight Skills, Body Refining Techniques, Turtle Breath True Skill, and Qi Blood Bursting Martial Skills, it's indeed quite chaotic."
"Just in the Lightweight Skill alone, there are three or four different Lightweight Body Techniques, all cultivated to an adept level."
"If it were your disciple cultivating this way, wouldn't you want to just slap him to death?"
Mr. Yang was speechless when this was mentioned.
What he said was not even all.
