Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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After the person left, Feng Xingying returned to the space of Xunhuang Sword for the first time.

There, watermelon was covered with blood and glowing red, lying quietly beside the fire pool.

"What's going on ?! Watermelon, watermelon?" Feng Xingying was startled.

It's just a contract with a spirit beast. How did this happen?

Watermelon looked up and gave Feng Xingying a firm look.

What does it do? Why did this happen?

"Watermelon, are you okay?"

"Noisy." A sudden female voice sounded, Feng Xingying looked around alertly.

Here is her space for the phoenix sword, but why is there an old voice.

Feng Xingying looked for a long time, but did not find a half figure, even breath.

"Stupid boy, don't look for it. I'm Wu Huang Jianling. You are too low to see me. When you reach a spiritual king Xiuwei, you can almost see me."

Spirit King ...

So far away.

In addition, the spiritual practice will become more difficult the later.

Although the spirit king is only one level higher than the black spirit master, this level is even more difficult than ascending to heaven. Mrs. Feng is exhausted all her life. They are only fourth-order Xuanling masters. They are still a long way from the Spirit King.

It is said that there is only one such high thing in the whole Dali country! Most people don't see it at all.

The word "How the Spirit King" is spoken from the mouth of this sword spirit, but it is as simple as a daily routine.

Although he couldn't see anyone, Feng Xingying still respected him and asked for advice modestly: "Dare to ask Senior Sword Spirit, watermelon, this turtle beast, why did he become like this?"

"Since you look so much like me and are so polite, then this deity will kindly answer you: your qualifications inherit our blood of the Phoenix tribe. It is the most attractive thing for ordinary low-level spirit beasts, so ah The smarter beasts smell the smell of you and want to recognize you as their master. "

Feeling that Feng Xingying has become a Tang Monk?

Want to be her beast when you smell it?

It seems that this is true of watermelon and sesame.

"But you can rest assured that too low-level spirit beasts don't have that ability to smell it. This little turtle is good. It has the blood of the **** beast and basalt, but it has been separated by too many generations, and the power of the blood is already weak.

The blood of your Phoenix tribe just makes it mutate. Sword spirit carefully gave Feng Xingying science, and he still shook his head:

"When did our Phoenix clan come out as a junior like you who doesn't understand anything, since you are the heir of Wu Huangjian, do the elders in the clan not even give you science?"

"In the tribe? What tribe?" Feng Xingying wondered.

"Aren't you in the Phoenix clan? No, you are clearly our blood of the Phoenix clan." The sword spirit was confused, and suddenly screamed:

"Did we be destroyed by the Phoenix clan? Your strength is too weak. You are only a small spiritual master when you are fifteen years old. You ca n’t practice faster? You may revitalize the Phoenix clan as soon as possible."

Feng Xingying is helpless against such a sword spirit. In order to prevent her from thinking, Feng Xingying can only tell the truth.

"Oh, so you don't know anything, then I can rest assured." Sword spirit eyes turned: "I can do everything, if you will ask me, I will barely accept your apprentice. I can teach you swordsmanship , Teach you the mind, teach you alchemy, teach you the refiner, everything can teach you. "

Even though she couldn't see her face, Feng Xingying had already made up an old lady with a look of expectation, trying her best to abduct the scene of a simple, ignorant girl.

It's a pity that although Feng Xingying looks very simple, she is not a cute little sheep in her bones.