The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

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"Since we are new disciples, we will start with the simplest techniques to consolidate our learning."

Ning Shang walked into the crowd, looked at all the disciples who were meditating, and taught carefully: "We must control our breath and be consistent with the power of our heart, so that we can better exert our body's energy. Come with the power of magic.”

"Now, let's take a look at the power of your own magic. How much is it? What level of cultivation has it reached?"

Everyone used the power of the heart and began to explore their own cultivation techniques.

After a while, there were replies one after another, "How come I still have 200 million years of cultivation skills?"

"Me too, it's been so long and I haven't made any progress at all."

"I am 2305 million years old."

"250 years."

"1205 years."

"190 years."

Listening to the reports from the brothers and sisters around her, Miaoyuan was shocked to realize that she was really the one with the lowest cultivation level, and she hadn't even broken through a million years.

Well, no wonder those people looked down on her.

Murong Feng closed his eyes and whispered softly: "280 million years."

"What?! 280 million years?!" Everyone opened their eyes and looked over in shock, and they all exploded.

"Senior Brother Murong has actually reached the power of 280 million years of cultivation?"

"It's so awesome, Senior Brother Murong!!"

"Yes, yes, it's amazing!"

Miaoyuan was also shocked, "Two, 280 million years?!"

Oh my god, isn't this as high a cultivation level as her father?This is just the power of Senior Brother Murong's cultivation skills. Then... Senior Brother Yu Heng, who has already graduated, can he compete with his father?

Ning Shang walked up to Murong Feng and couldn't help but praise: "Murong's disciple has a very high level of understanding. How can he increase his cultivation power by 30 years in such a short period of time?"

She remembered that when she left Cangling Mountain that day, Yu Heng was the only one who came out of Fenglingxuan.We haven’t seen each other for more than a hundred thousand years, and Murong Feng is about to leave the army.

Murong Feng opened his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, bowed his head and said in salute: "Master Ning Shang, Miao Zan, the disciple follows the master and brother, and is influenced by what he hears and sees, and he is successful in his studies."

"That is also the result of your hard work and hard work. You can serve as an example to all the disciples."

"Yes, thank you, Master Ning Shang." Murong Feng felt happy in his heart, and he cheered up again after changing from the gloom of the past few days.

Miaoyuan was also very happy for him. A few days ago, senior brother was told by that person that he had a free time and was not allowed to practice. Today, the teacher praised him for being diligent, studious, and hardworking. He really made a difference.

Hearing this, Yuntong in the crowd couldn't help but lower his head, looking annoyed, as if this was an invisible slap in her face.

Who doesn't know that at the apprenticeship banquet a few days ago, she was mocking Senior Brother Murong for being idle and not practicing as much as she did day and night?But in just a few days, his cultivation power reached 280 million years.

How could she compare with him?

"Senior Brother Murong is one of the disciples of the sect master. No matter how bad he is, his cultivation skills are still higher than mine."

"Isn't that right? Senior sister Yuntong seems to have only 200 million years of cultivation skills."

"That's right, she was talking about Senior Brother Murong two days ago..."

Yuntong listened to the harsh discussion in his ears, with a look of shame on his face.She couldn't get angry, so she opened her eyes and stood up, "Junior Sister Miaoyuan has just entered the mountain. I wonder how high Junior Sister Miaoyuan's cultivation skills are?"

In an instant, everyone opened their eyes and were a little surprised to see Yuntong's domineering look.No one knows that Junior Sister Miaoyuan just came of age some time ago. How high can her cultivation skills be?

However, Senior Sister Yuntong has dragged Junior Sister Miaoyuan into trouble this time, and no one understands her thoughts.It's just that I want to find someone to support me.

Miaoyuan opened her eyes, feeling a little at a loss. How high could her cultivation skills be? It didn't even last a million years.

Ning Chang frowned and turned around, "Yuntong disciple, what do you mean?"

Yuntong chuckled lightly, "My disciple has no other intention. I just want to ask Junior Sister Miaoyuan about her cultivation level. Why, Master Ning Shang won't let me ask this question?"

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to participate in the fighting. It was obvious that the smell of gunpowder had begun and gradually filled their noses.

Ning Shang's face turned cold. She hated such smart people.

Miaoyuan stood up, not wanting to embarrass her aunt, so she turned around, looked at her and said, "Miaoyuan's cultivation level is average, only 70 years old. I wonder how high Senior Sister Yuntong's cultivation level is?"

"What did you say?" Yuntong's expression changed, and everyone around him also looked up in shock.

70 years of cultivation techniques? !

How could this happen?She has only just grown up, and she only has more than 20 years of cultivation skills at most. How can she have 70 years of power?
Even Murong Feng was a little surprised, "Junior Sister Miaoyuan has 70 years of spiritual power?"

Miaoyuan nodded, "Yes, yes."

Yuntong shook his head in disbelief and asked loudly: "How is that possible? How do you have 70 years of spiritual cultivation?!"

How could she, a little kid who had just grown up, reach heights beyond the reach of ordinary people in a short period of time.

Miaoyuan nodded calmly and repeated in a loud voice: "I do have 70 years of spiritual cultivation, but I shouldn't be as good as Senior Sister Yuntong, right?"

Yuntong lowered his eyes and said softly, "I...I only have 200 million years of spiritual power, so it's not worth mentioning."

It is indeed not worth mentioning. Among the disciples who have cultivated for 200 million years, Miaoyuan's 70-year-cultivated technique is even better.

In an instant, everyone looked at Miaoyuan with different expressions. It turned out that this was the reason why the sect master accepted Junior Sister Miaoyuan as his disciple.

He only looks like 20 years old, but his cultivation level is so high that it is even higher than the understanding of the king of the snake clan.

Han Mo was also very surprised by her. He knew that she had been restricted before and could not practice due to her own reasons. Now that the restrictions were lifted, she could increase her cultivation so quickly. Her future was truly worry-free and limitless.

Miaoyuan nodded slowly, and said with a long tail, seemingly unintentionally and deliberately: "Two million years~?"

"I just heard what you senior brothers and sisters said, and it seems that they are all about 200 million years old. Senior sister Yuntong is also very powerful, she is also 200 million years old, unlike Miaoyuan, who is only 70 years old."

"You——" Yun Tong's angry face suddenly changed and turned extremely ugly.Isn't this an honest and fair way of mocking her for her average cultivation level and not being worth mentioning?

It's not like her. Although she is young, her cultivation has been 70 years, so she should not be underestimated.

"That's enough!" Ning Chang's face turned cold, and all the disciples were frightened to stand up quickly and bowed in salute.

"Mr. Ning Shang——"

"This is my class. If you don't want to attend the class, you can leave."

Everyone bowed their heads, "Disciples don't dare."

Yuntong dared not say anything in anger, so he could only lower his body and salute, "Yuntong doesn't dare."

Miaoyuan also turned around quickly, lowered her body and saluted, "Miaoyuan doesn't dare."

Ning Chang walked to the front of the class, turned around domineeringly, and said condescendingly: "In my class, it's not about cultivation, it's about progress in technique. Everyone, if you don't advance to the first level today, you won't be allowed to leave get out of class. "

"Yes, disciples, obey the order."