Draft
In the guest hall.
Chen yaoting was chatting with Huang Jing and the others when he saw Fang ping jogging in.
As soon as he entered, before anyone could say anything, Fang ping said with a big smile,"Congratulations, old Chen, for breaking through to rank-8 and forging a golden body. It's undying and indestructible, and its might shakes the four Seas ..."
Chen yaoting glanced at him and said with a faint smile,"Forget about the flattery. You're already a rank-6, you should have the bearing of a powerhouse."
The speed of this kid's breakthrough was beyond imagination.
It was July of 2009 when he first met Fang ping, a rank-3 martial artist.
"Now, only eight or nine months have passed, and he's already rank-6.
Some people didn't count this speed in detail, otherwise, they would be so shocked that their jaws dropped.
"However, he's already at rank-6, yet this kid doesn't look like a powerhouse at all. Chen yaoting doesn't even know what to say.