The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 216 Master Disciple (54)

Feng Qingcheng opened her peach blossom eyes, her complexion was calm, and she began to circulate her spiritual power.

This movement of her caused the blue spiritual power that had been silent in the dantian to stir up a little bit of waves.

The spiritual power is circulating in the large dantian, and there seems to be no problem, but when Feng Qingcheng guides the blue spiritual power to the meridian tendons, no matter how much he draws it, the spiritual power cannot be drawn in.

The girl's eyebrows were frowned habitually, her small hands were clenched into fists, and her lips were also pursed tightly.

——She was aggrieved.

I can't afford to feel frustrated again and again!
The taste of repeated failures is really not good. She opened her peach blossom eyes, and the charming charm rose from the corners of her eyes, which was faintly revealed on her immature face. Feng Qingcheng's voice was as soft and waxy as usual, It just sounded like he was gnashing his teeth: "Yes, you can't use spiritual power."

Hearing the gnashing of teeth in the girl's words, Situ Qingshen raised the corners of his mouth shamelessly and smiled shamelessly.

With a little smile in his starry eyes, the man raised his big hand to ravage the girl's soft hair, and said, "It's okay, you can use it after the training is over, trust me, master, tell me, when did master lie to you?"

The ridicule in his eyes hadn't subsided yet, so when he said this, he felt a little gloating. Feng Qingcheng secretly scolded Situ Qing for being mean and shameless, but her face remained calm. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Training can begin now." Is it?"

Directly ignoring Situ Qingshen's question "When did I lie to you", Feng Qingcheng didn't want to procrastinate at all, and went straight to the point.

But how could Situ Qingshen make her happy?

I saw the man hanging his head at a 45-point angle, and his slightly sharpened chin looked perfect from Feng Qingcheng's angle.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow.

The long eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples were slightly frowned, and a strand of blue hair slipped from his ear and hung on one side of his cheek, one black and one white set off each other to form a beautiful visual enjoyment.

At this moment, Situ Qingshen looks a little sad...

However, in Feng Qingcheng's eyes, she became Dandan's worry...

She roared in her heart: Pretend to be struck by lightning, Situ Qingshen, you can't be so depraved!

Situ Qing is deeply troubled by you!where!Sample!

Nima Situ Qingshen, you must not be possessed by a ghost!
Situ Qingshen, aren't you really here to be funny?

……

Of course, she only dared to roar these words in her heart.

Isn't it tantamount to courting death if you say it out!
It's just... no matter how good Feng Qingcheng's patience is, the faintly twitching corners of her eyes and the restless complexion reveal a message——

She was frightened!

Feng Qingcheng's heart was churning non-stop, her lips moved but in the end she still didn't say a word.

And Situ Qingshen, who deliberately put on this expression that Feng Qingcheng referred to as "the sorrow of the balls", finally couldn't hold back his expression, and his eyes moved to Feng Qingcheng's face.

In his eyes, there was such a scene——

The little glutinous noodle dumpling Feng Qingcheng's eyes twitched, her complexion was strange, as if she had seen a ghost, so Situ Qing deeply felt that her masculinity had been insulted by this girl, so she came out of embarrassment.

The expression of "Dandan's worry" just now seemed to have never appeared before, and Situ Qingshen returned to the previous posture of "don't get close to strangers", and his whole body exuded a charming
(End of this chapter)