The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Although Yunying doesn't know what kind of body changes will happen when she is promoted to the Rongyuan realm, there is one thing that is clearly stated in the book. Only when you are in the mortal realm can you truly improve your roots and increase your upper limit.

Thinking about it carefully, it is obviously impossible for an ordinary monk like myself to have the opportunity to taste such dishes under normal circumstances, let alone the treasure of Nirvana Pill.

So even if the Dharma body is spread immediately, children born in wealthy families still have many ways to make up for their shortcomings, and go further than their peers with the same Dharma body.

Yunying understood this truth very early on, but until now she really sees how powerful it is.

However, she doesn't have to be discouraged. What her father left her is no less than that of other high-ranking and powerful people. She is not the worst and most helpless in this raging river of competition.

People like Big Brother who really have no background, no foreign aid, and no talent have found a way out and are trying to plan for themselves.

The road to cultivation is too long, and it should not be limited to moment-to-moment comparisons.

Thinking of this, Yunying's churning thoughts slowly stopped.

At the hour of the hour, the mark on her forehead started to ache again.

Yunying was helpless, thinking that after doing him a favor, the three young masters would not be so bossy, but it was a waste of effort, and they were still so simple and rude when they called people.

She hurried to Fengjing's room and asked the young master what else she wanted to do.

"I don't have any instructions, I just want to go out for a stroll, you can come with me."

Yunying nodded slightly.

Feng Jing stood up, looked around her, and suddenly asked: "Do you think I'm annoying?"

Yun Ying pondered his thoughts, and said: "Yes."

Feng Jing laughed, not like the mean sneer of the past, but a smile that was equally mischievous but more lively: "But if you feel annoying again, you still have to listen to my son, hurry up and lead the way! "

Yun Ying originally thought that her self-cultivation was considered good, but now she had to grit her teeth tightly to hold back the desire to punch him in the face.

Putting on the fence and going out, Yunying caught a glimpse of two familiar figures in the distance while walking on the back road.

It was the senior brother Su Jiamao and the senior sister Luo Roujin on Chupo Mountain. They had met twice, and their relationship was neither good nor bad.

Feng Jing followed her gaze and saw that there were only two blood-refining realms, so she didn't take it seriously: "Do you know each other?"

"It's my two senior brothers and sisters."

"You have so many senior brothers and sisters, thank you for remembering them!" Feng Jing laughed, but it attracted Yun Ying's attention.

She stared too seriously, which made Feng Jing a little bit overwhelmed, and asked: "Why, looking at me like that?"

"The third son knows that I have many senior brothers and sisters?" Yun Ying asked calmly.

"Of course!" Feng Jing became nervous for a moment, if it was exposed that he was peeping, peeping, and spying on her with the water mirror, who would be taken for it.

For a moment, his little brain, which didn't turn very much, started to work rapidly, and he quickly thought of an excuse.

"You are as ignorant as I am, you don't know anything except your own affairs."

Although this reason is very reasonable, but seeing Feng Jing's nervous appearance, Yun Ying always felt that he was hiding something.

After staring for a while, Yunying silently retracted her gaze.

Forget it, don't push people into a hurry and get angry with the young master again.