"No."
Feng Xingying ruthlessly refused
No, don't do it
The sword spirit almost lost his power due to her anger.
"What did you say?!" Sword Spirit old lady said angrily: "Do you know what you missed? Do you know who I am?"
"I don't know..." Feng Xingying answered honestly, with a sincere expression on his face.
She wasn't lying, she really didn't know.
Sword Spirit was very sad: "Do you know how many people cried and begged me to be their teacher back then, including two with nine-star qualifications, but I didn't abandon them."
"A good man never mentions his bravery." Feng Xingying dropped the sentence lightly.
Okay, great, she managed to hurt her.
Feng Xingying immediately received an unexpected punishment—being nagged by the Sword Spirit for an hour.
Feng Xingying just sat next to Xigua and practiced, treating the chattering as background music.
In her previous life, she also learned about other people's lives. She often heard the patients' parents and ancestors who were accompanying them constantly chatting about the younger generations, but the young people interrupted them impatiently and were unwilling to listen to their chatter.
For such people, the evil-minded miracle doctor Feng Xingying would be more ruthless when administering the needles to make them taste the pain.
They are really a group of guys who are born in blessings and don’t know how blessed they are. It’s a blessing to have someone talk about it. Some people want it all their lives, but they can’t get it. For example, Feng Xingying himself.
Including Feng Xingying in this life, her grandmother seems to be kind to her, but she never speaks too much to her, usually just one sentence.
Feng Xingying also didn't expect that the feeling of being nagged about that she had always wanted to experience would be here.
Although the old lady Sword Spirit did talk a bit too much, it was obvious that her feelings for the Xihuang Sword and the Divine Phoenix Clan were deeply rooted in her bones.
Since Feng Xingying was the master of the Xihuang Sword and a descendant of the pure bloodline of the Divine Phoenix clan whom she recognized, she naturally regarded Feng Xingying as her direct descendant.
The chatter is meaningless, but a few reminders will pop up unconsciously, reminding Feng Xingying of the details in the process of cultivating and using spiritual power. There is also a choice of spiritual beasts.
"You are lucky. This turtle is quite good. Although it cannot evolve into Xuanwu, it still has a strange bloodline in its body that is good at fusion. It can actually fuse your divine phoenix blood. If you are not afraid of playing with it, If it dies, you can try putting another drop of blood on its head."
Feng Xingying looked at Xigua hesitantly. As the owner, she could feel that Xigua's situation was not so easy now, and even a little painful.
From what Sword Spirit said, her Feng Xingying blood actually had the effect of the blood of a mythical beast
If it continues to be stimulated, is it really okay
At this moment, Watermelon firmly raised its turtle head and looked at Feng Xingying pleadingly.
It wants to.
Feng Xingying gritted his teeth: "Since it is your choice, I respect you."
Feng Xingying carefully forced out a drop of blood containing spiritual power.
"Boom!" Xigua's whole body was burning.
"Is it really okay?" Feng Xingying looked worried.
"Everyone's growth is accompanied by pain, challenges, and even death, and Warcraft is no exception." Sword Spirit's tone was full of seriousness and solemnity:
"In the past, we, the children of the Divine Phoenix Clan, had to endure the most painful training since childhood. Even if it means training to death, we must continue to do it ruthlessly. Otherwise, the entire Divine Phoenix Clan will become history."
"Phoenix Nirvana." Feng Xingying finally understood the meaning of this sentence.