"Yeah! When you were fourteen, you should have been just a low-level martial artist, how did you become so perverse?"
Even Meng Xianjun was surprised and puzzled.
"Old Meng, you also said before, only a disciple from a hidden clan could possibly cultivate to my level at my age."
Tang Ming smiled, sighed bitterly, and said, "I'm not a disciple of a hidden family. The reason I could cultivate to this extent now is because I tempered myself on the edge of life and death every day when I was laying the foundation."
"Damn, if that's the case, and if we get into a fight, I might be killed by you."
Meng Xianjun's face turned serious.
"In terms of cultivation, I might not be as good as you, but when it comes to killing and combat experience, I'm definitely stronger."
Tang Ming looked at Meng Xianjun with great confidence.
"I admit defeat."
Meng Xianjun sighed helplessly.
"Alright, alright, with the beauty in front, let's eat first."
