In front of the Temple of Heaven, Leng Yanran tried her best to use the Devil's Fingers to attack the Master again and again, but the Master calmly and casually defused them.
Every time after blocking Leng Yanran's attack, Chen Daoxuan would point out the shortcomings of the previous attack that needed to be improved.
Leng Yanran also took Master's words to heart, and the demon finger she used became more and more powerful.
But even if her Qi sea expanded a hundred times after practicing the Chaos Demon Art, she still couldn't withstand such high-intensity consumption.
After activating the Heavenly Demon Finger nearly a hundred times, Leng Yanran was covered in sweat, and there was only a trace of spiritual power left in the sea of qi.
But she was unwilling to stop until the master told her to stop. How could she flinch when the master gave him personal guidance.
The silver teeth clenched tightly, and the remaining spiritual power in the sea of qi was gathered towards the fingertips, hoping to use the last devil's finger!
But after all, she underestimated the consumption of the Demonic Finger. How could that trace of spiritual energy be enough?
Before she could use the Devil's Finger, her spiritual energy was completely exhausted and even a little overdrawn. Leng Yanran's body suddenly softened and she stumbled forward.
She could only close her eyes in shame, not wanting to see the disappointed expression on her master's face when he saw her miserable appearance.
But after waiting for a while, the pain of falling to the ground did not come. Instead, my whole body felt warm and at ease, and the smell... was really good.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw, as expected, she was in Master's arms...
"Master... this disciple is really useless."
Leng Yanran didn't know whether it was because of shame or some special reason, she buried her face deeply into her master's chest, feeling the majestic and powerful beating of her master's heart, and whispered.
"The Devil's Finger consumes a lot of energy. You can use it more than seventy times, which is already very difficult."
"In the same realm, the Devil's Finger is enough for you to suppress all powerful enemies. More than seventy times is enough for you to suppress more than seventy Tongxuan realms. This is already very good."
"So you don't need to mind."
Chen Daoxuan didn't feel anything strange, he just told the truth about Leng Yanran's current strength.
After saying that, he lowered his head and glanced at the beauty in his arms. Only then did he react. He couldn't help but feel a little hot, but when he thought about it, this was his disciple!
Chen Daoxuan thought about it and suppressed the evil fire in his heart. He calmed down a lot, but he still felt a faint impulse.
However, seeing that Leng Yanran's spiritual power was now completely exhausted, coupled with the fact that he had used the Demonic Finger more than seventy times, the load on his body was also extremely heavy, making it difficult to stand firm at all.
So Chen Daoxuan simply put one hand around her waist, lifted her legs with the other hand, picked her up by the waist, and walked towards the main hall.
"Um......"
Leng Yanran was suddenly picked up by her master, and she couldn't help but let out a sweet cry. Then she instinctively wrapped her arms around the master's neck, and allowed the master to hold her and walk forward, lowering her head and not daring to speak.
Master, what is this going to do?
If Master wants it, Yan Ran can do it!
But if you are too proactive, Master will misunderstand Yanran as an unreserved person...
The tip of Leng Yanran's nose moved slightly, smelling the good smell of Master's body, her mind had already drifted to the sky, her face became hotter and hotter, and finally she could only hide her head on Master's chest, fearing that Master would notice anything unusual.
Soon, Chen Daoxuan carried her into the hall and came to the room she chose.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
As soon as he thought about it, the door opened automatically, and Chen Daoxuan walked to the bedside with steady steps.
Leng Yanran felt her heart beating faster and faster, and her head started to feel dizzy.
"Master... Yanran is willing to serve Master..."
Perhaps because of her nervousness, her heart rate was racing, and her head was dizzy, Leng Yanran muttered something inexplicably and said what she was thinking.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Leng Yanran was stunned, wishing she could give herself a mouthful.
Damn it, why did you say what was in your heart? What if Master didn’t have that intention? It would be terrible!
But at the same time, Leng Yanran was also slightly nervous and looking forward to what would happen to the master?
Chen Daoxuan obviously didn't expect that she would say such a thing suddenly.
First he paused, then gently placed it on the bed.
"Your body is exhausted now, and your spiritual energy is not left at all. Do you still have the strength to serve as your master?"
"You lie down, I will take this opportunity to help you clear your muscles and veins, and at the same time help you remove the hidden dangers left by the Sky Control Realm."
Chen Daoxuan gave an annoyed smile, what on earth is his disciple thinking about?
Your whole body is so weak that you need him to carry you into the room. Do you still want to serve you, make tea for yourself and massage your shoulders?
That's all, let's serve this disciple as a master today.
Help her stretch her meridians and eliminate the hidden dangers in the Sky Control Realm!
When Leng Yanran saw her master rejecting her intention, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
She has been sought after by countless geniuses over the years, and even senior powerful men have coveted her. Now, for the first time, she expressed her feelings to a male, but she was rejected.
But looking at Master, it seems like he has misunderstood something?
Although there were a lot of thoughts in her heart, Leng Yanran still listened to her master's words and honestly turned over from lying down and lay on the bed.
There is still some expectation in my heart about how Master will unblock my muscles and veins.
Chen Daoxuan looked at the disciple lying on the bed, who was tall and slender, and suddenly swallowed and spit.
I kept repeating a few words in my mind: This is a disciple, this is a disciple, just to clear my tendons, don’t think too much, don’t think too much...
After a while, he suppressed the evil fire that rose again in his heart.
I couldn't help but secretly sigh: She is indeed an innate charmer who has practiced the Chaos Heavenly Demon Art. She obviously doesn't practice the art of charm, yet she has such great appeal.
If this was the case for him, who could control it if it were anyone else?
It seems that in the future, I have to give my disciples some trump cards to protect themselves from being targeted by people with evil intentions.
Immediately, he no longer hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, he took a ball of spiritual liquid from the Spirit Pond Hall. The ball of spiritual liquid was suspended in the air but did not drip at all.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Daoxuan beckoned and fetched a branch about the length of his forearm, with a lot of tea leaves on it.
With a thought, the tea leaves and branches turned into fine particles and blended into the spiritual liquid.
"By the way, take out a marrow-cleansing pill and give it to my master."
Chen Daoxuan, who originally wanted to take the Marrow Cleansing Pill directly, suddenly remembered the special place where his disciple hid the things, so he still spoke and let Leng Yanran get it by herself.
Leng Yanran took out the jade bottle from the silk on her chest, placed it beside the bed, and then buried her head deeply into the quilt.