It is not important to us how master is, what is important is how to improve our cultivation and become a god like master. Yunluo, your mind should be here. "
"Oh." Yunluo curled her lips, disapproving of Zhao Miaomiao's remarks.
Senior Sister Feng Qingyan has been a well-behaved person since she was a child, and her whole mind is only on cultivation.
When she went down the mountain to play, Feng Qingyan would only stay in the icy cold pool to practice.
She always felt that Feng Qingyan was a very boring person, so she didn't play with her very much on weekdays.
It was only because the two were sisters of the same sect that they had to be together most of the time that they had contact.
"Okay, senior sister, let's rest. I won't bother you anymore." Yunluo yawned, got up and left.
Zhao Miaomiao watched the door close, then sat cross-legged, and began to mobilize the breath in the body to circulate the sky.
The black hair danced without wind, and the mist-like coldness slowly overflowed from the whole body. Ruyu's skin slowly revealed some bright red, and her pale lips gradually turned a little bloody.
Early the next morning, she got out of bed to practice.
When Fan Wuya got up early in the morning and saw Zhao Miaomiao practicing kneading formulas in the bamboo forest, he was still a little surprised.
He stood aside and watched her fingers flutter, and a dharma seal slashed towards the forest, cutting off countless bamboo leaves.
Fan Wuya flew forward, and slapped Zhao Miaomiao on the shoulder with a palm. Zhao Miaomiao dodged sideways and slashed backhand, the palm was sharp and chilly.
The two of them had gone through more than a dozen moves in an instant, and Fan Wuya found that even her magic circle was chilling.
With a thought in mind, Fan Wuya stopped, and said to Zhao Miaomiao, "Call out your sword."
Zhao Miaomiao calmed down and meditated silently. An ice-blue trace appeared between her eyebrows, and then a silver sword sprang out from between her eyebrows, standing quietly in the air.
Fan Wuya stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, feeling the coldness of the sword body, and he could still see some vague mist around his body.
"Qingyan, you have the ice-cold immortal power in your body." Fan Wuya said gratifiedly, "It seems that you have realized something."
"Thank you, master, for your compliment." Last night, she tried to wrap the cold air in her body with immortal power, refined it, and transported it to her sea of ??consciousness.
After tossing and tossing for half a night, I succeeded.
But after one success, it became smoother afterwards.
Feng Qingyan is originally a water-type spiritual root, and it is also a good thing to be able to integrate the cold into the body now.
"It just so happens that I have a volume of cultivation techniques written by a cultivator with ice root roots. Here you go, you can study it carefully. It may be helpful to your cultivation." Fan Wuya took out a volume from his Qiankun bag The book was given to Zhao Miaomiao.
"Thank you, Master." Zhao Miaomiao accepted it and put it in his Qiankun bag.
Fan Wuya saw that there were some bamboo leaves on her hair, her face was flushed and slightly sweaty, so he helped her brush off the bamboo leaves from her head, and even cast a cleansing spell to clean her up.
Zhao Miaomiao raised her eyes and smiled, and thanked her again.
This scene happened to be watched by Yunluo, and she suddenly found that Feng Qingyan and Fan Wuya were so suitable standing together.
Fan Wuya was always gentle and patient with Feng Qingyan, and the act of sweeping the fallen bamboo leaves just now was full of love.
Yun Luo only felt that her heart was being pierced by a knife, and when she thought of Fan Wuya's indifference and reprimand to her, her heart felt a blunt pain.
So the master rejected me because he liked the senior sister? Yunluo said heartbroken. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com