There, there are people who coveted the blood of my brother's mysterious spirit body!
There, there are people who coveted the appearance of the beautiful mother!
There, there are people who destroy her true Phoenix blood!
There, people who harm her master in a coma!
How can she not be strong? How can it not be strong
Feng Wu took a deep breath, and while the carriage shook slightly, she sat cross-legged, and soon entered a state of ecstasy.
Yesterday, she had been promoted to the third-level spiritual master. Feng Wu wanted to try if she could be promoted again today.
She took a deep breath, and suddenly, the surrounding spiritual energy rushed towards her automatically.
At the center of Feng Wu's eyebrows, the phoenix divine blood bestowed by the master burst into a faint red light.
Around the divine blood of the phoenix, one, two, and three rays of light appeared, just like the rings of a tree, surrounding the divine blood of the phoenix, and three light circles appeared.
Feng Wu's whole body is shrouded in majestic spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy on the surface of these bodies is pervasive and penetrates into Feng Wu's body one after another.
The spiritual power of fire was collided by the water waves in the phoenix dance's dantian, and a flash of light was emitted, like lightning in the sky.
As the two elements collided, a drop of golden liquid rolled into the phoenix dance dantian.
Tick, tick, tick—
Feng Wu's entire attention was on liquefying the golden drops, because she knew better than anyone that only by filling her dantian with golden drops could she be promoted to the fourth-level spiritual master.
The road ahead is still long, and she has just begun.
The process of liquefying golden drops is a long and tedious process.
And, it is a painful and tormenting process.
Every drop of golden liquid is a collision between the spiritual power of fire and water waves. For Feng Wu, every collision is not stingy with the pain of being stabbed by a dagger.
However, Feng Wu's face remained calm, except for the soy-sized beads of sweat rolling down.
At the Dantian, the golden liquid went from zero to one quarter, two quarters, three quarters...
The clothes on Feng Wu's body were soaked, and the whole person almost seemed to be fished out of the water.
At this moment, in the carriage queue ahead, Feng Liu waved to Feng Yiran who was riding.
Feng Yiran frowned, but still drove him forward. Before he could ask questions, Feng Liu said, "Brother, I have something very important to discuss with you, so I'll be right now!"
"What's the matter?" Feng Yiran frowned slightly.
"About Feng Wu." Feng Liu lowered her voice.
Feng Yiran thought about it for a while, and finally jumped directly into the carriage from the horse's back: "Tell me if you have something to do."
After all, brother and sister are in the same carriage, and it is not a good thing to be spread out.
"Brother—" Feng Liu crossed her knees with her hands, raised her slap-sized face, and looked at Feng Yiran's eyes with a gleam of light: "Brother, do you think that Feng Wu's return to Beijing will do us any good?"
"What do you think?" Feng Yiran asked without answering.
Feng Liu took out what he had thought all the way and said: "Big brother, I think it is only bad for us to let Feng Wu go back alive. Big brother, do you really think Feng Wu will not compete with you for the position of the family?"
Without waiting for Feng Yiran to speak, Feng Liu sneered: "Brother, don't forget, although Feng Wu has no strength, she still has the biggest weapon, that is her face!"
Feng Liu continued to provoke: "Her face, Feng Xiaowang is very fond of, you have seen it, Feng Xiaowang pleases her in various ways, and runs after her, if Feng Xiaowang takes her as a concubine , blow the pillow wind again, and then—"
(End of this chapter)