After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 190 Guess
It is very likely that his disciple's original spiritual root was covered up for some reason!

She Zijiang thought of that humble wooden stick.

Thinking about it now, if it wasn't for that stick being a water magic weapon, or it was an ice magic weapon!
And the quality should not be low!Otherwise, how could it be possible to overwrite a person's own qualifications?
But the grades shown now can only be explained as the once powerful baby, for some reason, was seriously damaged, and the grades dropped.

In the end, it became what it is today.

This also explains some things.

She Zijiang didn't know whether to be happy or worried for a while.

The happy thing is that the talent of his own disciple has turned against the sky, but the worrying thing is that now the magic weapon has been connected with Shen Qingyi, and even merged with each other, so that Shen Qingyi, who is obviously an ice root, is still absorbing it. The surrounding water spirit power.

But then she thought of something, and She Zijiang's eyes darkened.

Maybe that's not necessarily a bad thing.

At that time, he can say to the outside world that Shen Qingyi's stick magic weapon is that he added ice-type treasures to it to make it more offensive, and Shen Qingyi's spiritual root is still a water spiritual root...

She Zijiang couldn't help sighing.

Today's Shen Qing is not good enough, it is enough to be eye-catching.

He understands that paper cannot cover fire forever, and one day, Shen Qingyi's talent and all kinds will appear before the eyes of the world.

But at least not now!

She Zijiang glanced at Shen Qingyi in the center of the water spring, and thought of the thunder disaster above the sky during the competition.

That lightning calamity doesn't seem to be man-made.

What exactly triggered the thunder disaster?Is it Yun Cha, or... his disciple, Shen Qingyi.

Or maybe both.

She Zijiang couldn't help sighing again.

Seeing Shen Qingyi absorbing more and more quickly, he took out a medium-sized spirit gathering array from his storage space, and filled it with water spirit stones and several rare ice spirit stones.

A cultivator with a different spiritual root is rare and difficult to cultivate, not only because his spiritual root is hard to find, but also because there are far fewer special treasures for him in this world than ordinary treasures, such as this spirit stone.

Ordinary spirit stones are mostly five-element spirit stones, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Pure spirit stones contain only one of them, and miscellaneous ones contain many kinds.

The moment the spirit-gathering array fell, the spiritual power of Shen Qing's whole body became stronger again by a few degrees.

Shen Qingyi's figure was gradually wrapped tightly by the silk transformed from spiritual power.

She Zijiang activated the formation around the Lingquan and walked out of the Lingquan.

Let the personal talisman puppet he made guard him, and activated several defensive formations again to ensure Shen Qingyi's safety.

He could imagine that there must be a mess outside at this moment.

The head of Wenhai must have a lot of things to deal with, and he must take advantage of this time to solve some unnecessary troubles.

In the Lingdao Sect Dabi Square, all the cultivators were already talking about it.

First there was Mo Lin's somewhat strange end, and then there was the battle between Shen Qingyi and Yun Cha.

The two even triggered a thunder disaster.

All kinds of strange phenomena made the monks watching couldn't help but speculate.

"Hey, what's going on? If the first time was an accident, what about the second time? What about the third time?"

"How could there be so many accidents?"

"I also feel that there is something strange about it. Okay, why did Mo Lin fall when he said he would fall? How could there be a thunder disaster in the competition between Shen Qingyi and Yun Cha?"

"I just saw some high-ranking monks on the high platform, and their expressions were a little bit bad. Tell me, is there... is there some ulterior secret?"

Some monks whispered.

(End of this chapter)