Female killer crossing into money-losing goods: Perfume Princess

Chapter 563 Qingfeng's Extra Story: There Are Thousands of Styles (1)

Taoyuan Continent.

On the back hill of Prince Hao's Mansion, there is a courtyard with unique scenery.

The courtyard has already been built, and the pavilions and pavilions are all exquisite and unique.

In the spring of Yanzhou, misty and rainy, the small flower terrace in the gray world is like a landscape painting sprinkled by the sky in Yanzhou, which is so beautiful that it makes people nostalgic and sad.

In the quiet room, Qingfeng played out a complicated hand formula with both hands, and the aura of heaven and earth gathered towards him surgingly.

With a turn of the hand formula, it is like a whale eating, absorbing all the collected spiritual energy into physical strength, turning it into a majestic spiritual power.

The spiritual power was transformed into a spiritual source, continuously pouring towards the spiritual moon on his forehead.

Next to the sixth spirit moon on his forehead, a faint swirl formed.After the vortex absorbed the spiritual source, it slowly condensed into a moon shape.

A month later, the seventh spirit moon was cultivated.

It has been a year, and during this year, Qingfeng has been practicing day and night.There are quite a few people who have been promoted to two stars within a year, but there is no other person in Taoyuan Continent who has been promoted to two spiritual moons within a year.

Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes: the realm of beginning yin, if you work harder, you can cultivate to Yuanyin, Xiaomi, when I reach the realm of extreme yin, I will conquer the Nether Empire, cut off the head of Jingsheng Remnant Ye, and give it to me. You revenge!

Fang received the power, and the spirit power that had subsided suddenly surged uncontrollably.

Qingfeng's expression changed, and he immediately settled down and forcibly restrained the uncontrollable spiritual power.

As the level gets faster and faster, the spiritual power with strong physical strength can't find a place to rest or vent, and often goes on a rampage.Every time it gets worse and harder to control.

It took a lot of effort to suppress the out-of-control spiritual power.

Qingfeng opened his eyes again, this time, it was stronger than every time he got out of control, he faintly felt the danger of exploding himself.

However, there was no fear in his eyes, only unwavering persistence.

Xiaomi, if one day I blew myself up, it's time for me to reunite with you.

After coming out of the quiet room, the drizzle outside was still pouring down.The little short hands ran into Qingfeng's arms, grabbed his clothes, and rubbed them back and forth.

Qingfeng saw that the surface of its hair was wet, and sighed softly: "You went to wait by the crocodile pool again? It's been a year, if she is still alive in this world, she will definitely come back to us. But she never came back..."

The little short hand is still alive, Qingfeng keeps saying to herself: She is still alive!

But it has been a year, if she is still alive, why is there no news at all?

(End of this chapter)