"Pavilion Master, please cover me." Feng Xingying narrowed his eyes and entered the space in seconds to practice!
It's not that Feng Xingying doesn't want to find opportunities to refine his spiritual skills, it's because the Tongtian Ranking has not been updated in time, and Feng Xingying's description is still an eighth-level spiritual master.
The person who came to challenge her was naturally a great spiritual master.
She has no grievances and no enmity, and she has no interest in bullying others. She also wanted to go into the space to discuss it with her master.
I'm afraid Su Changhe never dreamed that Feng Xingying had never refined king-level elixirs before, and today was his debut.
Feng Xingying has long known the requirements for refining king-level elixirs and has done analysis. The reason why king-level elixirs require a spirit king to refine is that the biggest difficulty is condensing the elixir.
Feng Xingying used the simplest and most crude method of condensation to solve this difficulty, and then completed the feat of refining the king-level elixir in advance.
Back in the space, it was rare that Lihuang Tianzun actually praised Feng Xingying!
No, I'm not praising Xingying. Instead:
"Your little apprentice has done well. He has an innate Wood Spirit physique and is very talented. He is very suitable for alchemy.
Even if she is slower than others in refining elixirs, as long as she can refine the best elixirs in the future, she will be stronger than any alchemist.
I recognize this disciple. "
Why did Feng Xingying feel like he was already middle-aged when he was only fifteen years old
This time Feng Xingying didn't dare to stay in the space for too long. She estimated that she would come out by dinner time.
Yunxiang made the fish and rabbit meat that Feng Xingying and Qin Molin loved respectively, and the table was quite rich.
Qin Molin didn't do it himself because Feng Xingying said, "I like heroic men. If you cook every day, you will lose your temperament."
Qin Molin knew that Feng Xingying was not willing to waste too much time cooking, so he agreed to her request.
After all, this little girl Yunxiang's cooking skills are really good, so he can't help but feel relieved. If Yunxiang is not here, he must do it with his own hands before he can rest assured.
At the dinner table, Qin Molin looked helplessly at Feng Xingying, who was swallowing her jujube, and threw a gold-plated red post to her unhappily:
"You are really a busy person. All your posts have been delivered to our Tongten Pavilion."
"Ugh, is this another challenge? Just throw it away." Feng Xingying said in a nonchalant manner, with grains of rice sticking to the corners of his lips.
Qin Molin stretched out his well-jointed fingers and tapped Feng Xingying's lips lightly.
The slightly hot temperature instantly turned Feng Xingying's face red.
She lowered her head and ate obediently.
Seeing that Feng Xingying was so impatient with teasing, Qin Molin became interested. He brushed his fingers across Feng Xingying's cheek, pushed back a few strands of her long hair, and said shamelessly:
"I know Yunxiang is good at cooking, and no one is trying to compete with you here. Eat slowly, or you'll eat it all on your face."
"Hmm." Feng Xingying asked herself that she didn't look ugly when eating. She was just a person who paid more attention to efficiency and didn't like to waste too much time on eating, so she liked the rhythm of eating quietly and quickly.
But, definitely not gobble it up.
She was just concentrating on accelerating. The grain of rice just now was also carried on Sesame Claw.
Zhima was reading the post for Feng Xingying and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Master, master, someone is taking advantage of you. There is an old palace maid who claims to be your aunt and wants to see you! It's in the palace of the bad prince and bad Nangong Yulian."
The bad prince is naturally talking about Yuwen Xilie, the prince of Tianyu Kingdom.
"She is indeed my aunt." Feng Xingying did not raise her eyes and continued to concentrate on eating.
It's just her voice that makes people feel an inexplicable sadness.