The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 170 Master Disciple (7)

It stands to reason that Situ Qingshen, who has always been proud, was questioned, so he should be very angry!

The prestige of a pharmacist cannot be questioned by others.

If someone else questioned Situ Qingshen, probably at this time, his face would have already been covered with dark clouds.

It's just that if the object of the questioning is Feng Qingcheng, it's not necessarily so.

Look, there is no gloomy look on the man's handsome face. Instead, he smiled and assured him with a very good temper, "As a pharmacist, if he can get this little thing wrong, then even if he has some medicine refining skills No matter how brilliant, I can only be disliked. I would never make such a low-level mistake."

His voice was low and deep, his speech speed was light and slow, and his tone was very gentle, as if he was whispering love words, as if he could fascinate people's hearts.

However, with the arrogance in that tone, no one would treat his words as words of love.

Feng Qingcheng stopped asking her mother-in-law and mother-in-law again, and simply fed the purple pill into her mouth, her cheeks moved a few times, and then she swallowed the medicine, and she did not forget to comment when she was done: "Yes, the quality of this pill is good. It tastes like candy, sweet."

The corner of Situ Qingshen's mouth twitched, Feng Qingcheng was the only one who could compare the incomparably precious pills and candies together.

If these words were heard by other senior spiritual masters or old guys in the alchemy world, they would not be able to raise their beards to the sides angrily, and cursed: "Waste the world, waste the world, the little baby who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, actually put the lowly How superficial it is compared with the noble pills!"

The man couldn't help but raised his big hand, ravaging the girl's soft hair, the pampering on his face, he couldn't hide it no matter what.

The big hands were still wreaking havoc on Feng Qingcheng's head, with no intention of stopping at all, Situ Qingshen raised the corners of his lips, and asked, "My dear student, what kind of spiritual root are you, do you know how to use attributes?"

Feng Qingcheng raised her pupils quietly, her peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, she pursed her lips after saying "um", stretched out her index finger and middle finger, and put them together, secretly running "The Supreme Mirror", in the dantian Spiritual power flows rapidly.

While she was circulating her spiritual power, she was dredging the unsmooth tendons. With her dredging, traces of blue spiritual power slowly flowed into the tendons, like a clear spring, comfortable from head to toe.

Feng Qingcheng took a few deep breaths, in order not to exhaust her dantian by excessively drawing spiritual power, she almost used all her heart.

The dantian was revolving faster and faster, and the invisible spiritual power mixed with the air from the outside world poured into her petite body, and finally returned to the dantian.

Transporting the spiritual power in the dantian to the fingertips, because the tendons are too narrow and unskilled, the process is a little slow.

The blue spiritual power in the dantian is gradually thickening. While flowing into the tendons, there are other spiritual powers slowly expanding the tendons.

This process is undoubtedly very hard, and the process of expanding the tendons is also a painful torture.

There were many beads of sweat on the girl's smooth forehead.

She took another deep breath and let it out slowly. After much difficulty, the dark blue spirit finally condensed on the tip of her two fingers. The corners of Feng Qingcheng's lips raised slightly, and then quickly disappeared.

Fingertips turned dark blue, Feng Qingcheng silently recited a few spells,
(End of this chapter)