When I Type a Question Mark, Maybe It's Not Me

It was still the 12th tribulation of the Flying Immortal that this world was familiar with.

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Another half a month passed.

When Wang Ziwei returned from accepting a disciple and gave a lecture to his students, he realized that Li Yueming had become alone again.

After being stunned for a moment.

Wang Ziwei quickly understood that his plan to send Huang Li 'er and Tian Liang to tutor Li Yueming had failed.

Moreover, judging from Huang Li 'er and Tian Liang's state of doubting their lives, the effect of this two-month tutoring session was definitely unsatisfactory.

After confirming this.

He could not help but feel dizzy again.

To be honest.

Right now, among this group of noble children, the one who gave him the biggest headache was Li Yueming.

Even if the other disciples were unable to comprehend the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

However, if he studied here for three to five years, he would at least be able to read through some scriptures.