The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Seeing that he agreed, Zhuo Yanjia quietly took Fengjing's arm: "Brother, when you get to that cave, you have to work hard!"

"Work hard?" Feng Jing came back to her senses, and looked at her slightly, "Your brother and I haven't worked hard enough?"

"You have lived for more than ten years, and you have never seen a time when you worked harder than today!" Zhuo Yanjia said with a curled lip.

Feng Jing raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "That's because your brother and I are real geniuses, and geniuses depend on birth rather than support, you know?"

Even so, his eyes were full of self-mockery.

Zhuo Yanjia snorted, but didn't take his joke seriously, let alone saw his lonely expression.

Yun Ying heard these words in her ears, and turned her head to meet Feng Jing's face.

It's not like Feng Jing in the past, who wears a mask of shamelessness.

At this moment, Yun Ying felt as if she saw the rippling lake deep in his heart.

But just for a moment, Feng Jing laughed again, like the vile smile when she saw her for the first time.

Feng Jing raised her hands above her head, stretched her arms as far as she could, and pulled back the boulder she was relying on, entangled on it like an octopus: "I'm going to sleep first, whoever you want to keep watch at night, call me after dawn stand up!"

He had a look that should be taken for granted, if it wasn't for the fact that his face was so beautiful, this kind of look would have been particularly annoying.

It was the first time for Zhuo Yanjia to meet people outside of Fengni Valley, and she was sleeping on such a vast prairie. She was very excited and wanted to have a hearty talk with Yun Ying and Yan Yi.

But she was young and inexperienced, so she soon fell asleep due to sleepiness.

In fact, the highest level of monsters on the grassland is only the third level. With Yan Yi and Feng Jing at the two blood refinement levels, there is no need for people to keep vigil.

Naturally, Yunying didn't force herself to be a hardworking night watchman, she stood up and went to a place far away from the three of them to continue practicing swords.

The night sky on the prairie is clear without a trace of cloud, and the jade hook hangs high, and the cold brilliance is more eye-catching than other places.

There was a whistling and swirling wind that blew the green grass like waves and then went away.

The breeze is ruthless, and the moon is also ruthless.

Under the moonlight, Yunying practiced the Moon Breaking Saber Technique over and over again. Whether it was the first five moves that she had comprehended, or the second two moves that she still couldn't get a glimpse of, she practiced tremblingly, like walking on thin ice.

Don't slack off because of familiarity, and don't be perfunctory because you haven't entered the room.

Yan Yi silently looked at Yun Ying's figure. He was obviously still very young, and he could hardly distinguish anyone in the cloud of saber light, but his every move was so serious.

This kind of personality is somewhat similar to that adult.

Feng Jing didn't know when she opened her eyes slightly, looking at the blurred figure in the night, she looked at Yun Ying with some doubts.

He is not surprised that Yunying practiced hard, after all, she spent many nights in this way.

He wondered why Yunying had to work so hard, as if there was no tomorrow, when Yunying was clearly talented and had a bright future, wishing she could read and learn everything in the world today.

Although she will likely encounter some pitfalls, but those pitfalls cannot be compared with what he has faced in any way, she is still a person with a bright future.

What is it that makes her have such a sense of crisis?

His gaze was not obvious, but Yunying noticed it extremely keenly, and looked over while retracting the knife.