C8 (2/2)

Bei Mingfeng was overjoyed. After saying three words of 'good' consecutively, he looked at BeiMing Chu who was at the side: ”Chu Er, what level have you cultivated to?”

”Dad, I've cultivated to the sixth level of the Yellow Bamboo Realm.”

BeiMing Chu was also hiding something from his. Just now, when he and Beiming Lan Yue looked at each other, he knew what the other was thinking, and so they came to a tacit agreement. In fact, his true realm was a little higher than Beiming Lan Yue's, he had already reached the fourth level of Green Bamboo Realm.

Beiming Lan Yue and BeiMing Chu secretly winked at each other and laughed silently.

The pitiful Bei Mingfeng still didn't know that he was tricked by his precious son and daughter.

”Although it is very good, but you must remember to be neither arrogant nor impetuous, and do not be too ambitious. On the path of cultivation, you must pay attention to step by step, and the foundation must be firm. Only then will it be beneficial for your future development, understand?” Bei Mingfeng resisted the excitement in his heart and said some words.

”Yes, I understand.” Beiming Lan Yue and BeiMing Chu were both extremely intelligent people, so they didn't need to think to understand this principle.

”Ai!” Bei Mingfeng sighed, and looked to the south: ”In half a year, you two will reach ethnic ratio. Cultivate well, and fight for the top ten places in ethnic ratio!”

”ethnic ratio?” Beiming Lanyue frowned.

”I'm not participating!” BeiMing Chu said directly.

Beiming Lan Yue stared at BeiMing Chu in astonishment, she never expected that he would actually refuse to participate without any hesitation.