The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"He is really a fool." Feng Jing turned the umbrella, and a burst of burning fire rushed out of the umbrella, dividing into nine paths and sealing off the monk's every way out.

Before the waist knife had time to touch neatly, it was burned into molten iron by the scorching fire, and fell to the ground tick-tock.

Feng Jing shook the handle of the umbrella, and several bursts of anger surrounded the monk, wrapping him into a huge golden-red cocoon.

A gust of cool wind came from a distance, and the anger dissipated with the wind, and the figure of the monk could no longer be found.

Yun Ying stood behind Feng Jing all the time, seeing that he shot so neatly that there was no green smoke left in a living person, her eyes flickered slightly.

Immediately she calmed down, the world is so weak and the strong prey on the strong, if it wasn't for the two of them calculating, and Feng Jing did have the strength and magic weapon to help him far beyond the blood refinement level, the final fate of the two of them would not be better than this cultivator How many.

This person died without a sound, Feng Jing released her spiritual sense to investigate outside, and decided that there was no one who was secretly watching, and no one found anything wrong with the formation, so she waved her hand at Yunying, and Yunying walked to the formation At the edge, pull up the small black flags one by one.

Returning to Feng Jing's side, and offering the formation flag with both hands, Yunying thought that now is the opportunity, so she opened her mouth and asked: "I see that the third son is full of blood, and his right finger and thumb have calluses. Could it be that the natal magic weapon is also a bow and arrow?"

"Really?" Feng Jing was not angry as expected, now Yun Ying is someone who can tell some secrets in his heart, "Who else around you uses bows and arrows?"

"He is an outer disciple, so his cultivation level cannot be compared with the third son, but he is very ambitious. Although he is inferior to others, he is not humble, his ability is far superior to that of his master, and he is not arrogant. It’s just that I’m a little pedantic and loyal, and given time, I can probably find a way.”

Hearing her praise others like this, although she didn't just blindly praise regardless of the facts, but just commented on the facts, Feng Jing was still a little unhappy.

"Don't just talk about others, but talk about me."

Yunying looked at him strangely, didn't you just say that that person's cultivation skills are not as good as yours.

Feng Jing curled her lips: "I want to hear you judge me!"

This is different from Yunying's original thought, Yunying of course didn't want to be distracted by him, so she said: "I have limited experience, the third son has too many things beyond my knowledge and ability, so I can't judge them now. "

Feng Jing was very dissatisfied, but she was not as angry as she was a few days ago. She put away the red umbrella and walked back, saying slowly: "Forget it, let's talk about it when you want to talk about it, if I still want to hear it that day!"

The first two sentences are a bit magnanimous, but unfortunately the last sentence still misses the original shape.

Yun Ying smiled slightly, and didn't care, and asked Feng Jing: "Since your magic weapon is a bow and arrow, the third son's archery skills must be extraordinary. So I would like to ask, if I want to beware of that kind of powerful Lianzhu arrow , how should it be done?"

Feng Jing thought she was going to ask herself something important, but it turned out to be this, and when she was about to answer, she suddenly thought of teasing her, and said inscrutablely: "This thing looks simple to an insider, but you don't know I have practiced archery, so I probably can’t understand what I mean. Let’s find a quiet place, I will suppress my cultivation to the pulse-gathering state, then I will shoot arrows, you resist, I will give you moves, and you can experience the deep meaning of it yourself ,how?"