"What kind of cultivation level does Li Qinghong have?"
Fei Yihe slowly opened his eyes. He was Fei Wangbai's eldest son. He was at the peak of Qi training. He had a subtle expression and said:
So he carefully closed the courtyard door, swept away all the snow in the courtyard, then climbed up, closed his eyes and crossed his legs to practice.
Li Qinghong chatted with him for a while, and seeing that the time was almost up, he sent Fei Tongxiao out of the yard, raised his spear, closed his eyes and meditated, recalling the moment when Fei Tongxiao used "Wandering Dragon's Shadow", and murmured
road:
"How on earth was the spear awn cultivated?"
"Yesterday, I broke through the Yujing Wheel and gave birth to spiritual consciousness! I have achieved the fifth level of fetal breath."
Fei Tongxiao took a step across, dodged Li Qinghong's spear, switched from stabbing to sweeping, and went towards Li Qinghong's crotch. Unexpectedly, Li Qinghong's footwork changed, and he passed over the shadow of the spear like a shadow. The spear took a step further, and went towards Li Qinghong's face.
Fei Tongxiao was hit on the face.
Li Qinghong studied under Fei Wangbai's family for three years. Although he never learned the Fei family's third-grade marksmanship, Youlong Huiying, he also learned the rest of the marksmanship to a high level. Although his current marksmanship is not outstanding,
It could be used against the enemy, so he took a step back, jumped up with his spear, and stabbed Fei Tongxiao like a poisonous snake.
Fei Yihe raised his eyebrows, slightly frightened, and said in a deep voice:
Fei Tongxiao had already made a guess, but now that it was confirmed, he nodded with envy and said:
Fei Tongxiao still bowed his head and remained silent. Fei Yihe felt distressed and asked:
Fei Tongxiao walked briskly for a while, and saw a man standing in front of his yard with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a flowing white robe, with a graceful demeanor and a handsome face. He stood with his eyes closed. Fei Tongxiao shrank his neck when he saw this man.
, Qi Qi Ai Ai stepped forward and whispered:
"yes…"
After thinking carefully for a while, Li Qinghong took out the pen and ink from the room, wrote down all the insights he gained today, carefully put the books away, and thought to himself:
"There is absolutely no possibility for me to learn "Wandering Dragon's Shadow" here. I have already learned 70% to 80% of the marksmanship. The rest is just a matter of time and effort in moving the moves. My cultivation level has reached the fifth level of fetal breath. I will have another two years.
After taking the time to polish it and break through the last round, you can save up your energy to break through."
"I'm not as good as Sister Qinghong!"
Li Qinghong chuckled twice and replied:
"Junior brother, you are two months behind me, but you are still at the third level of fetal breath. You need to work harder."
After saying this, the red tassel danced, the spear was like a dragon, and it roared straight towards Fei Tong.
Li Qinghong was unyielding and attacked Fei Tongxiao with a series of marksmanships. Fei Tongxiao retreated for a while, took dozens of moves, and raised his gun with some annoyance. There was a layer of hazy gray energy on the gun.
, one blow caused Li Qinghong's spear to fly back.
"Five layers of fetal breath Jade Capital Wheel."
"Father…"
Fei Tongxiao nodded obediently. Seeing Li Qinghong's smiling face, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and said softly:
"Sister Qinghong, is there something happy?"
Fei Tongxiao nodded with a smile. Li Qinghong raised his slender hand, danced the spear in his hand, and said with a smile:
"I still want to compete with my junior brother. I only use the strength of the third level of fetal breath, and I won't bully you."
Li Qinghong watched him carefully as he practiced his skills, put away his gun and stood up. He was not angry at all and said with a full smile:
""Wandering Dragon's Shadow" is indeed a third-grade marksmanship, it's really powerful."
Fei Tongxiao was immediately horrified. He didn't know how she could miraculously surpass his own shooting skills, so he had to quickly put away his gun and retreat, narrowly avoiding the blow.
Fei Yihe shook his head. He was now in his fifties and had come from this age. How could he not know what Fei Tongxiao was thinking? He sighed and said sincerely:
"Xiao'er, my father has also met Li Qinghong. This woman is focused on her cultivation and marksmanship, and has no intention of loving her. You'd better calm down and think about it."
"Another breakthrough! He is only sixteen years old now, but he can be considered a genius!"
Fei Yihe's heart suddenly moved slightly. Looking at his youngest son's appearance, he murmured:
"When the time comes, I will go to the Li family to ask for your help. However, this girl is so talented, and it is impossible for my family to let you marry me. If you say it, it will only hurt the relationship between the two families. Your eldest father will not agree."
Fei Tongxiao finally raised his head, his expression unchanged, and said calmly: