The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 145

The girl's laughter was as crisp as a copper bell. Situ Qing had dark lines on his face. Hearing this laughter, the anger in his heart was still half gone. He raised his finger, flicked Feng Qingcheng's smooth forehead lightly, and gritted his teeth. Said: "Bad girl, you are playing with your master!"

Feng Qingcheng laughed so hard that tears came out, and she stopped laughing after being hit by the man in front of her. She raised her little hand and rubbed her cheeks that were awake from laughing, and said softly: "Okay, I know that Master is right. Disciple is the best, master, tell me quickly, what else is important?"

"For now, your stomach problem is the most important thing." Situ Qingshen looked at Feng Qingcheng helplessly, with a slightly solemn tone.

"I don't know what your talent is, but you are now an orange-level healer." He said very well.

Feng Qingcheng was slightly surprised, her pupils shrank, and she asked, "How do you know?"

"As long as the level of the spirit is higher than yours, it is easy to find out your details. Of course, the level is higher than you, not the rank." Situ Qingshen explained.

Feng Qingcheng frowned, and asked again: "What is the method of investigation?"

"Take a breath, relax, close your eyes, and gather your mental strength."

"At this time, your dantian will rotate rapidly without needing to rotate, so it means that you have succeeded."

"Next, you just need to open it and stare at the other person. If there is a stripe on that person's head, it means that the other person is a spiritual master, and if there are two stripes, it means that the other person is a spiritual master, and so on."

"If you want to know the rank of the other party, you can look at the color of the bar on that person's forehead. What color is that rank?"

"Try it." The man's voice was soft and slow, listening to his ears, feeling like a spring breeze, touching the comfort of the bottom of his heart.

As if being bewitched, Feng Qingcheng let out a few foul breaths very obediently, her frowning brows slowly relaxed, her twinkling peach blossom eyes slowly closed, and she began to gather her spiritual power.

Dantian remained unchanged. .

--fail!
No change yet. .

--fail!
Still no change!

--fail!
After repeating this several times, when Feng Qingcheng began to worry in her heart, the familiar deep man's voice sounded next to her ears: "Relax, don't worry, relax."

There was a little heat spraying from the neck, itching, as if someone was scratching her, causing Feng Qingcheng to shudder, she automatically ignored the strangeness in her heart, and relaxed her body and mind.

After a while, the dantian, which seemed to be frozen and unlucky, started to spin rapidly, like a spinning top, almost unable to stop. She slowly opened her eyes, and a deep orange light flashed in her bright eyes, and her eyes fell on Situ On the dark forehead.

The man's forehead is fair and smooth, not covered by bangs.

Feng Qingcheng looked around, but couldn't see anything.

When she was about to give up, she suddenly felt a coercion pressing back against her mental strength. The coercion was so strong that she almost collapsed.

She held on to her mental strength, exerted all her strength against the powerful coercion, gritted her teeth, and exerted all her strength.

The girl's smooth forehead was covered with a dense layer of fine sweat, and her brows that had been stretched for a while were furrowed again. Two clusters of flames were burning in her eyes, and her diamond lips were tightly pursed.

However, the more Feng Qingcheng resisted, the stronger the coercion became, and her brows frowned even tighter. When she was about to be unable to hold on,
(End of this chapter)