Even if Feng Xun pits her a few times, even Zhao Wei is here to pit her... Are there any good people out there
Feng Wu was afraid of what Mama Zhao would say, so she quickly changed the subject: "By the way, mother, why didn't you see her?"
"Miss Fifth forgot? The second lady has to sleep for two hours every afternoon before she wakes up." Mama Zhao said with a smile, "Since the lady wants to wash herself, the old slave will not interfere?"
"Mother Zhao, you are busy, you are busy—"
Feng Wu retreated with her skirt in her arms, and ran away with a swoosh.
Feng Xun tilted his head, and a suspicious look appeared in his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that Feng Wu's behavior was a little unusual, but he didn't think of the abnormality.
After returning to the room, Feng Wu slammed the door and looked at the clothes in her hand, and then took a long breath...
After taking a few deep breaths, Feng Wu sat cross-legged on the bed with her hands on her knees, her face condensed.
After clearing all the distracting thoughts in her mind, her clear blue eyes finally closed tightly.
Feng Wu looked at her dantian inwardly.
There, it was an indifferent and barren land, like a land lacking moisture, cracked and dilapidated, in the shape of a dense spider web.
The phoenix dance manipulates the spiritual energy in the nine-turn rejuvenation pill to nourish, and those cracked and dilapidated places are being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Time passed little by little.
Feng Wu was engrossed into a state of ecstasy, completely unaware of what was going on outside.
Her dantian has been repaired, but Feng Wu feels that the surrounding spiritual energy is pouring into her body. When will she not practice at this time
At this moment, in the dantian where Feng Wu has been repaired, like water waves, there are circles of ripples.
A huge fire energy rushed into Feng Wu's body, constantly burning water waves!
Fire and water do not mix.
But because there is a medium of spiritual power in the middle, every burning of the spiritual power of fire liquefies a drop of golden liquid.
The dantian of the phoenix dance is like a fine porcelain vase.
Small, only as small as the little finger.
blah blah, blah—
The golden liquid is like the rain after the shower stops, drop by drop, and even Feng Wu can hear a clear voice.
Because the dantian was only the size of a little finger, it quickly filled up, and the golden liquid began to overflow.
At this moment, there was a bang.
The pinky-like dantian shook violently!
Those golden liquids lined up, like a dragon wandering on the limbs of the phoenix dance.
When walking to the place where the Phoenix God's blood is between Feng Wu's eyebrows, the golden liquid is instantly much purer!
Every inch of walking, the golden swimming dragon composed of golden liquid is shortened by a section, and the whole way is short, but the meridians in Feng Wu's body are flashing with a faint golden light.
After walking around for a while, the golden liquid has disappeared without a trace, because all of it was absorbed by Feng Wu's body.
The dantian, which was originally as small as a pinky finger, became slightly larger than before.
A faint smile appeared on Feng Wu's face.
Sure enough, it's not just a first-level spiritual master.
Just when her dantian changed just now, Feng Wu knew that she had entered the second-level spiritual master.
However, the spiritual power of fire and the water pattern of Dantian are still liquefying the golden liquid, which means that Feng Wu's promotion this time will not stop at the second-level spiritual master.
The golden liquid continued to gather, accumulate, and rise, and finally, under the refining of Feng Wu, a small golden dragon was transformed into a small golden dragon, which swam around again along the eight extraordinary meridians of Feng Wu.
(End of this chapter)