Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Chapter 408: A nonsense sentence, destroying a level of cultivation

Gong Lianrong asked: "If I don't tell you, are you going to feed me to the monster?"

She had this worry in her heart, but she also felt that the girl in front of her was obsessed with the origin of the Green Furong Sword, so she probably wouldn't kill her, so she tried to test her.

But the other party has been wandering in the depths of the spiritual realm like this, and she doesn't know what she is looking for. Moreover, she also has chalcedony flowers in her hand. If she doesn't keep them all, she will attract the ten-thousand-year-old demon, and they will definitely die by then.

From the beginning to the end, Gong Lianrong did not believe that Fu Zhu had the cultivation and strength to be able to come and go freely in the five-color spiritual realm.

At most, her cultivation is a little higher than hers.

Gong Lianrong has been practicing for more than three hundred years. She has good talents and the help of family resources. She has entered the middle stage of Nascent Soul at a young age.

If one could absorb the aura essence of the Glazed Chalcedony Flower, it would be possible to enter the late Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop.

A slight hint of impatience appeared on Fu Zhu's eyebrows. This lady from the Gong family always talked about him and avoided her questions.

As the saying goes, only three things come true. She asked Gong Lianrong three times about the origin of Qing Furong, which was already very polite.

Fu Zhu stopped and turned around to look at Gong Lianrong. His eyes were as calm as water, but Gong Lianrong was shocked and took two steps back involuntarily.

The green vine was still tied around her wrists and waist, with one end held by a talisman bead. After taking a few steps back, Gong Lianrong could no longer move back. Her wrists were so painful from being wrapped around her that her blood circulation began to become less smooth. .

She looked at Fu Zhu warily: "What do you want to do?"

Fu Zhu came closer and raised his hand just between her eyebrows. The cold as snow touch made Gong Lianrong freeze.

The next moment she shouted: "How dare you destroy my cultivation?!"

Gong Lianrong's sharp voice resounded through the forest. The eyelashes of the sleeping monster secretly trembled slightly.

Gong Lianrong could not detect this subtle change in breath, but Fu Zhu could sense it very clearly.

She ignored it, stared at Gong Liirong's face, and said lightly: "Next, I will ask you a question, and if you say nonsense, I will destroy your cultivation level. Miss Gong, do you understand?"

The cultivation level in the middle stage of Yuanying suddenly fell back to the early stage of Yuanying. Although the gap was not big, the regression in cultivation was real. After years of hard work, it all came to an end overnight, and Gong Liurong almost vomited blood in his heart.

She was extremely angry and wanted to forcefully break through the spiritual blockade in her body. Gong Lianrong thought to himself that if the girl in front of him hadn't preemptively plotted against her, he might not have fallen into her hands.

As long as she recovers her spiritual power, she will be able to use the magic weapon her father gave her. At that time, she will definitely destroy her cultivation and quell the resentment in her heart!
"Ugh--"

Seeing that Gong Liurong was still dishonest, Fu Zhu sighed and tapped her eyebrows twice with his fingers. Gong Liurong suddenly felt that his level was rapidly declining.

She panicked, and there was only one thought left in her mind: Her cultivation level could no longer retreat!
"Stop! I said, I said it's not okay?"

Fu Zhu tilted her head and looked at her deeply: "These are two nonsense sentences."

With a light touch of his finger, two more realms of cultivation disappeared into thin air.

"You" Gong Liurong just said one word and quickly stopped. She took a deep breath, suppressed the overwhelming anger in her heart, and then said: "The green hibiscus was brought to me by Liu Yunlin."

After saying this, Gong Lianrong couldn't help but feel depressed. Liu Yunlin gave her the green hibiscus. She was happy, but for such a sword, she lost her fifth realm cultivation. Had she known this, no matter how good the sword was, she would not have dared to ask for it. "Miss Gong, you should know that this is not what I asked."

Fu Zhu's voice was clear and slow, but it put a lot of pressure on Gong Lianrong. She quickly explained for herself: "When Liu Yunlin brought this sword to me, she only said that she got it from somewhere else. , did not explain it to me in detail.”

"In other words, you don't know the specific origin of Qing Furong?"

There was no emotion in her tone. Gong Lianrong paused slightly and hesitated, fearing that if she said the word "yes", she would ruin her cultivation level again.

If she were to be deprived of another level of cultivation, she would be in the Foundation Establishment level, which would be even more uncomfortable than killing her.

Moreover, why should she waste her cultivation for others?

After Gong Lianrong figured this out, he spoke like a pearl: "Although Liu Yunlin didn't tell me the origin of Qing Furong, I found out some things myself."

These few words were still nonsense to Fu Zhu, but she had already crippled Gong Lianrong's cultivation so much. If she tried again, it would be counterproductive, so she didn't say anything out loud, and gave Gong Lianrong a look. Rong continued.

Gong Liurong's mouth seemed to be glued together. Several times he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He seemed to be organizing his words.

After thinking about it, she decided to tell it from the beginning, which was clearer than flashback. Gong Lianrong said:
"Half a year ago, my nephew and Liu Yunlin returned from their training abroad and brought a friend to Nanhai as a guest. However, not many people in the Gong family had seen her. I did see her once from a distance, but I didn't come up to say hello. After that, I Never heard from her again."

"Then one day, I met Liu Yunlin taking the Green Furong Sword to the sword burning furnace. I thought it would be a pity if such a good sword was burned. After hearing this, Liu Yunlin gave the sword to me."

"After I got the sword, I carefully checked the grade of the sword. It was really very good. I couldn't figure out why Liu Yunlin would burn such a good sword, so I privately inquired about the origin of the Green Furong Sword. ”

When Gong Lianrong said this, he raised his head and glanced at Fu Zhu, and his voice weakened: "I think this green hibiscus sword should be the sword of that girl."

Fu Zhu closed her eyes and said nothing. Gong Liurong held her breath and did not dare to disturb her.

She was so concerned about the origin of Qing Furong, so she must have a close relationship with the sword owner. Gong Lianrong was not stupid, and he had probably guessed what Liu Yunlin and her nephew had done.

I just hope that this girl will not anger herself.

Gong Lianrong prayed silently, feeling extremely aggrieved. Speaking of which, she was really unlucky. Her sword was gone, her cultivation was gone, and her life was still in the hands of others. What if the other person was irrational and wandered into the monster's lair? Go, she will become food for monsters.

Gong Lianrong thought that developing the spiritual realm would be dangerous and many people would die, but he never thought that he would die in the spiritual realm.

She is a young lady from the Gong family, and she has life-saving means, but the premise is that these means can be used.

After not hearing the movement of the talisman bead for a while, Gong Liurong looked sideways at her, and suddenly, a sword light flew past her eyes.

Gong Liirong was shocked and broke into a cold sweat.

She waited for a long time before she calmed down and realized that the sword light was not directed at her.

Looking along the sword light, he saw a thousand-year-old green ape, beheaded by a sword.

The wound was smooth, which showed the sharpness of the sword light.