Chapter: 5585

The time of people's practice is very short, from the beginning to the present Xiantian state, how much time has been practiced in total? How much time did it take in total?

Yue Wuwei even felt that Mengmeng's aptitude was even more terrifying than Zhang Han.

Zhang Han, a monster, and Zi Yan, a transcendent existence like Zi Yan, can't give birth to ordinary children.

"Um."

Zhang Han nodded slightly, staring at Mengmeng.

The little girl closed her eyes at this moment, feeling the situation in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"It seems to be a little different."

Mengmeng muttered, then suddenly opened her big eyes, and said in a decent voice:

"Spiritual Thorn Turtle!"

The spiritual defense move, the spirit turtle, is the first move in one hundred moves. After Mengmeng practiced it, it directly showed the phantom of the ancient alien beast spirit thorn turtle.

Now cast it again.

The phantom of the tortoise turned red.

"Mastered it so quickly?"

Yue Wuwei said in surprise: "Mengmeng is very powerful."

"It's okay, my dad taught me well." Mengmeng said stinkingly.

"Dad, Mengmeng learned one hundred moves, and I don't have one, so why don't you teach them?" Yue Xiaonao snorted.

"Aren't you too lazy to learn?"

Mentioning this, Yue Wuwei became angry, thinking that at the beginning, he tried to teach her some self-defense moves, but he didn't learn them, but now he is not satisfied.

"All right, all right, I'll teach you later." Yue Wuwei waved his hand and said.

Then Yue Xiaonao ignored it.

To learn or not to see if there is time.

"How many tricks have you learned?" Zhang Han asked.

"The eighth move." Mengmeng replied.

"Okay, just take advantage of the moment when you have absorbed it, and try to learn two moves. Learning is different from performing. If you have nothing to do, perform it a few times to deepen your comprehension. Send and receive as you like."

"OK."

Mengmeng in front of Zhang Han is the most obedient.

At this time, he practiced honestly.

"Master, I don't seem to have any means to attack with my spiritual sense." Mu Xue hurriedly said when she found an opportunity.

"you?"

Zhang Han groaned for a moment, and shot out a streak of light, sinking into Mu Xue's forehead.