"What a way!"

Zhao Yu looked at him suspiciously.

Everyone in this world knows that people who are born with disabled veins are basically hopeless.

Even those powerful cultivators are helpless when they come over.

Although he is not valued among the royal family, he is still a prince after all.

No matter what it was for, even if it was for their own face, the royal family sent many strong men to show him.

However, none of them are of any use. After so many years, he is just a useless person, still unable to gather true energy.

Over the years, he had given up a little in the morning.

Because no matter how many powerful people there are in this world, no one can solve a useless pulse like him.

Moreover, there is no rumor in the world that a person with a naturally disabled meridian can be repaired and re-cultivated.

But the Taoist in white, whom he had never seen before, actually told himself that he had a house there.

His first feeling was that there was some disbelief.

He thought the white-robed Taoist was lying to him.

But after thinking about it, what else is there in me that is worth being deceived by others?

Apart from being a noble prince now, what other valuable things in him are worthy of being cheated by such a cultivator?

Perhaps the sum of these things on my body is not worthy of the attention of these practitioners.

I am a useless person who really has nothing to make others go to great lengths to lie to me.

Therefore, in his heart that had given up for a long time, a thought appeared again.

If the white-robed Taoist hadn't lied to him, he really has a way to solve these problems.

If this is the case, then wouldn't he be able to become that high-ranking cultivator?

At least, he can also gain a certain status among the royal family.

At least not to the contempt of those whose status is inferior to his own.

But, thinking about it again, what if this white-haired man is entertaining himself?

After all, the world is so big that it has never been reported that a person born with a disabled meridian can practice it.

This kind of thing is something that the person who stood at the pinnacle of the world that day couldn't do, but in the hands of this seemingly very young white-robed Taoist, is there a way to heal the natural crippled veins?

This white-robed Taoist is not a powerful person in terms of age.

After all, among those people who stand at the pinnacle of this world, none of them are extremely old.

Never had such a young face.

Although this world is dominated by fists, one's age can also tell whether others are strong or not.

After all, none of those strong men are old, and no one so young has ever become a strong man.

Therefore, after a little hope protruded from his heart, it was extinguished in an instant.

He thought that the white-robed Taoist in front of him was just entertaining himself.

Although there is nothing in him that is worthy of his greed, but it is only used for entertainment, and there is no need to want to get anything.

"The little Daoist was joking, the world is so big, and it has never been rumored that a person who is born with a disabled meridian can practice!"

Zhao Yu had a bitter smile on his face.

He already completely believed that this white-robed Taoist was entertaining himself.

I have completely lost hope in my heart.

"Hehe, how will you know if you don't try?"

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