After the people left, Feng Xingying immediately returned to the Xihuang Sword space.
There, Watermelon was covered in blood and glowing red, lying quietly next to the fire pool.
"What's going on?! Watermelon, watermelon?" Feng Xingying was shocked.
It's just a contract with a spiritual beast, how did it end up like this
Xigua raised his head and gave Feng Xingying a firm look.
What is it doing? Why does this happen
"Xigua, are you okay?"
"It's so noisy." A sudden female voice sounded, and Feng Xingying looked around cautiously.
This is her Xihuang Sword space, yes, but why is there an old voice
Feng Xingying searched for a long time, but couldn't find any figure, not even the breath.
"Silly boy, stop looking. I am Xihuang Sword Spirit. You are too weak to see me. When you reach the level of a Spirit King, you will be able to see me."
Spiritual King…
So far away.
Moreover, the difficulty of spiritual cultivation becomes higher and higher later on.
Although the Spirit King is only one level higher than the Xuanling Master, this level is more difficult than climbing to the sky. Mrs. Feng has been only a fourth-level Xuanling Master for her whole life, and she is still a long way from being a Spiritual King.
It is said that there is only one such aloof thing as the Spiritual King in the entire Dali Kingdom! Ordinary people can't see it at all.
Why did the word "Spirit King" come out of this sword spirit's mouth as if it were commonplace
Although there was no one in sight, Feng Xingying still bowed respectfully and humbly asked for advice: "Senior Sword Spirit, I would like to ask, Xigua is this turtle spirit beast, why did he become like this?"
"Since you look so much like me and are so polite, I will kindly answer you: Your qualifications have inherited the blood of our Phoenix clan, and are the most attractive thing to ordinary low-level spiritual beasts, so... , the smarter spirit beasts smell your scent and want to recognize you as their master."
Feng Xingying became Tang Monk's flesh because of her feelings
Just one smell and you want to be her beast
It seems like this is true for both watermelon and sesame seeds.
"But don't worry, even low-level spiritual beasts don't have the ability to smell it. This little turtle is pretty good. It has the bloodline of the mythical beast Xuanwu, but it's just that after so many generations, the power of the bloodline has weakened.
The blood of your Phoenix clan just mutated it. "Sword Spirit carefully educated Feng Xingying on science, and did not forget to shake his head:
"When did our Phoenix clan have a junior like you who doesn't understand anything? Since you are the heir of the Xihuang Sword, don't the elders of the clan even give you these knowledge?"
"In the clan? What clan?" Feng Xingying was confused.
"Are you not in the Phoenix Clan? No, you are obviously of our Phoenix Clan bloodline." Sword Spirit was confused and suddenly let out a scream:
"Could it be that our Phoenix Clan was wiped out? Your strength is too weak. You are only a young spiritual master at fifteen years old. Can't you practice faster? You can revive our Divine Phoenix Clan as soon as possible."
Facing such a sword spirit, Feng Xingying was helpless. In order to prevent her from talking about it, Feng Xingying could only tell the truth.
"Oh, so you don't know anything, then I'm relieved." Sword Spirit rolled his eyes: "I know everything. If you are willing to ask me, I will reluctantly accept you as my apprentice. I can teach you sword skills. , teach you mental methods, teach you how to make elixirs, teach you how to make weapons, I can teach you everything."
Even though he couldn't see her face, Feng Xingying could already picture an expectant old lady trying every possible means to abduct a simple, ignorant girl.
It's a pity that although Feng Xingying looks quite innocent, she is not a cute little sheep at heart.