Feng Lingling was originally a narrow-minded person who felt disadvantaged if she didn't take advantage.
Recently, I have been humiliated several times in front of Zhiyou. The resentment in my heart has already piled up. Now I can no longer control it. It seems that I just want to die with Zhiyou on the spot.
Fight, fight, fight quickly!
Tiandao kept urging in his heart, sincerely looking forward to a big fight between the two scourges, with real swords and real guns.
It is best if one of them can kill the other, and the one who is killed should be...
Who is better?
It seems like no one can do it!
Tiandao poured cold water on himself in the blink of an eye.
According to past experience, the person with great luck he arranged would be defeated in Feng Lingling's hands in less than three moves.
The destiny that comes with the bloodline of the Gods is something that even he, the Heavenly Dao, cannot figure out.
It may be said that the luck is strong, but the real owner is extremely weak. He was swallowed up by an outsider before he could even make a splash.
Let's talk about average luck. No one except Zhiyou has ever taken advantage of the impostors.
He, the Heavenly Dao, was in a dilemma with an impostor who was trying to occupy the magpie's nest, but Zhiyou never took her seriously.
Therefore, Zhiyou must not die. If she dies, he, Heavenly Dao, will not know what to do.
It's definitely not okay for the counterfeit to die like this.
Their curse was so vicious that even the heavenly beings like him were helpless to do anything about it.
Tiandao sighed sadly: "I may be the most useless Tiandao."
If you don't get what you want, and if you don't do what you want, then nothing will come true and nothing will go as planned.
He was complaining when he suddenly noticed a strange aura,
Taking a closer look, she saw that Feng Lingling's eyes were red and her eyebrows were black, and she was going to be possessed by it.
"Ling'er, calm down! Don't you want to become the Witch God?"
Ancestor Jiao Tan shouted loudly, waking up Feng Lingling who was trapped in resentment.
This time she didn't say anything, didn't even look at Zhiyou, turned and left without hesitation, even the little white tiger who was still entangled with the little snake seemed to have forgotten.
The little snake clung to the little white tiger and said happily: "Ha, your master doesn't want you anymore! Even if you die, no one will help you collect your body."
The little white tiger stopped fighting, his big amber eyes full of hesitation, staring blankly in the direction where Feng Lingling left, wondering what he was thinking.
The little snake hit the little white tiger on the head, and said with a ferocious smile: "Master, how about we peel off its skin and make a cloak for the master?"
Zhiyou rolled his eyes and said, "Stop making trouble and let it go."
"Just let it go?"
The little snake was quite reluctant,
The two struggled for a long time. Although the little white tiger was fierce, it lacked endurance. In the end, it turned defeat and gained the upper hand.
But before that, it was pressed down and beaten by the little white tiger. Now the snake's body is in pain everywhere, and it feels like its joints are about to fall apart.
If he hadn't been born with rough skin and thick flesh, he might have been torn into strips of snake meat long ago.
"Be obedient and let it go."
Zhiyou stepped forward and stuffed the elixir into it. The happiness of being fed immediately softened the little snake's bones. He let go of the little white tiger and nuzzled up to Zhiyou without any further complaints.
"Go to your master."
Zhiyou also fed two pellets to the little white tiger.
The little white tiger still didn't seem to have come to his senses. He glanced at her blankly, hesitated for a moment, and then walked away slowly.
The little snake was very dissatisfied with her wasting the elixir, and babbled: "Master, you are too soft-hearted. That little thing is stupid and fierce. Even if you feed it dragon meat, it will not remember your kindness. Why bother with it?"
Where are you wasting the elixir on you?"
Isn’t it okay to give it this little cutie of your own to eat?
Zhiyou patted the little snake's head gently and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just two elixirs. If you like them, I'll try to make some myself in the future."
"You want to learn alchemy?"
Zhiyuan Sword floated to her side again like a ghost.
Zhiyou said as he hurried on: "I just realized that I don't know anything."
Zhiyuan Jiandao: "Then you can only figure it out yourself."
Originally, he wanted her to enter the Feng family and become an inner disciple to devote herself to training, but now she is Feng Zhiyuan's disciple. There is no other master and no one is worthy of being her master.
Zhiyuan Jiandao: "Your master is an all-rounder and knows everything. See if there is any alchemy in those exercises."
"should have."
Zhiyou remembers a book called "The Secret of the Alchemy God",
At that time, I was so overwhelmed by the various 'divine techniques' that I didn't think about it carefully. I thought it should be alchemy.
After saying that, he took out the book from the Qiankun bag and asked casually: "Uncle Master, do you still want to listen to the Heaven Sealing Sword Art?"
"Sealing Heaven Sword Technique?"
Zhi Yuanjian muttered something, and suddenly stopped in the air as if he had been hit by a body-holding spell.
Zhiyou took a few steps and realized something was wrong, then stepped back and asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Zhi Yuanjian slowly exhaled and said, "I won't listen anymore, and I won't remember it even if I listen."
If Zhiyouruo didn't ask, he would have forgotten that there was such a thing as sword art.
Zhiyou asked, but he found that he didn't remember a single word.
This situation is obviously impossible to learn.
"Why can't you remember?"
Zhiyou blinked in confusion, then opened his mouth and said: "In the beginning of heaven and earth, yin and yang were not separated..."
He just recited a few lines of Zhiyuanjian and said hurriedly: "Stop reciting it, I don't want to hear it. If you can practice it, just practice it yourself."
When I first heard it, I thought it was very mysterious, and I became addicted to it without even realizing it.
But when he heard it again, he felt an invisible force squeezing towards him, making him feel uncomfortable everywhere.
Zhiyou didn't feel anything was wrong and said softly: "I don't think that's the sword technique."
It's more like a spell, its purpose is not to attack but to appease.
She now suspected that the names of those exercises were all randomly coined by Feng Zhiyuan, and in fact they were simply not worthy of their names.
Zhiyou decided to take a look at all the exercises when he had time to see if they were what he thought.
Things must have a beginning and an end, so let’s read "Sealing Heaven Sword Art" first.
So Zhiyou continued to multitask, reading while walking.
The little snake had long forgotten that he had heard of the Sword Jue, and somehow he got to play with Tangbaozi. It was so lively that one person and one snake chased each other.
Zhiyuan Sword seemed to have something on its mind, and it just floated silently all the way. When it encounters evil winds, ghosts or the like, it rushes forward with a 'swish', and the sword spins and disappears into smoke.
Tiandao also became preoccupied. He always felt that the world he was guarding was becoming more and more abnormal. Even a skill was extremely weird...
Zhiyou originally planned to just watch casually, but he became immersed in it without realizing it. He just walked forward with his head buried in it, not knowing what was happening around him.
She walked more and more briskly, and her feet automatically bypassed various obstacles as if they had eyes.
It went on from day to night, and when night fell, she just happened to store the last word in her mind.