With a long sigh, Mu Fan took off his helmet and still maintained that indecent posture, lying on the floor, next to him, several neatly stacked boxes of takeout meals.
*Gurgle~*
Although he hadn't gone through any training, Mu Fan's mind was filled with thoughts of his next move; he didn't want to budge.
Six Forms, Six Forms!
Which one should he learn first?
There couldn't be any conflict between the first two Forms, and eventually, they needed to complement each other, mastering one before cultivating the next.
As he pondered, Mu Fan absent-mindedly stared at the ceiling, then involuntarily reached out, grabbed a box of fried rice, and opened it.
Ahh~~~
He poured the fried rice into his mouth and chewed with big bites, his cheeks puffing up high.
Six different body postures continuously rolled through his mind.
Soft Body?
