Behind the Wenxiangfang villa, Murong Xianxian stood in front of a big tree, the faint moonlight sprinkled on her body through the gap between the branches and leaves, and on the lawn around her, the whole person looked like a beautiful statue, at this time, in her hand, she was pinching a bunch of about dozens of blades of grass, and suddenly she quickly chanted in her mouth, her left hand changed and pinched several witch tricks, and her right hand flashed a slight green brilliance.

Just as this green light flashed, the soft blade of grass in her hand suddenly became straight... At the same time, her arms were raised, and the blades of grass in her right hand flew out in unison.

Sneer, sneer......

A thin sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, followed by a dull "doo, doo, sound."

Murong Xianxian came to the big tree to take a closer look, and saw that there were green and blue blades of grass inserted in the trunk of the tree. More than a foot long blades of grass, a full inch into the trunk of the tree, looked like they grew on it, but only a dozen of the dozens of blades of grass hit the target, and the others were all missed.

"How painful it would be if this shot on someone!"

Murong Xianxian shook her head, and reached out to pluck those leather leaves, knowing that the trunk of the tree is tightly textured, although the blades of grass shoot out with the sharp qi of the technique, it is not easy to pull out, and they are broken one after another, she doesn't pay attention to it, just pull out the outside, otherwise what is the matter with letting people see the grass growing on the tree?

Green Spirit Arrow, this is one of the most basic attack techniques in witchcraft, advanced witchcraft can be performed without the power of external objects, and this kind of introductory witchcraft can only be performed by the power of fresh grass blades, and the grass and trees in Wenxiangfang are irrigated by spiritual rain, which is even higher than the quality of ordinary grass blades.

This kind of witchcraft is somewhat like the internal kung fu of "picking leaves and flying huā" in martial arts novels, but in fact, the power of the Qingling arrow is far greater than that of picking leaves and flying huā, and the two are not the same.

Feeling the imminent crisis, last night Murong Xian just recited the spell and practiced the witch trick and spent most of the night reciting the spell is nothing, just like the ancient text of the mouth, but the witch trick is more troublesome, requiring fast and accurate slight deformation, the spell will fail, and he practiced until dawn, and then he mastered the essentials, and it was the first time he successfully cast the spell just now.

"It's good but it's not enough, and it's not accurate. ”

Murong Xianxian looked at the trunk in front of him and frowned slightly: "If there are many numbers, the strength will be dispersed, and the quasi-head is naturally not easy to control, and distance is also a problem." ”

She closed her eyes and muttered for a moment, and a dozen blades of grass appeared in her hand, and she stepped back and stopped ten meters away from the big tree.

Laugh at......

After reciting the spell and pinching out the witch trick, more than a dozen blades of grass flashed and disappeared, and after a sound of breaking the air, it turned out to be silent.

Did you miss it?

Murong Xian came to the tree suspiciously, and when he looked closely, a happy color immediately appeared on his face... More than a dozen fine holes in the trunk of the tree were almost clustered together, and the blades of grass were almost completely submerged in the trunk, revealing only less than five millimeters of roots.

"That's pretty much it. ”

Murong Xianxian exhaled softly, the power of these three times was still acceptable.

Before that, she had practiced healing sorcery and cultivating spirit plants, which was much easier, but the art of killing was much more complicated. However, she has a good foundation of acupoint recognition and acupuncture control, which can improve her control power, and the different paths are the same, as long as you figure it out carefully, it is very easy to figure it out.

There was already a hint of fish belly white in the east in his eyes, and Murong Xianxian began to practice witch martial arts, and the wind whistled and the grass and trees were subdued: the palms and fingers were crossed, and the barriers were broken in the air, and the sound was piercing.

"Good kung fu!"

A brisk sound of footsteps stopped behind him, and Jiang Caijing's voice came.

Murong Xian Xian made an elegant end, stopped his figure and looked back, only to see Jiang Caijing wearing a white short-sleeved "Yun" shirt on his upper body, a pair of red "Yun" shorts underneath, white socks and white shoes on his feet, two legs are white and slender, and his muscles are strong and elastic.

"You're learning karate, right?" asked Murong Xianxian.

"yes, I'm amazing!" Jiang Caijing immediately put on a karate pose.

"If you look at the stance, you can tell that you have practiced for a long time. However, your courage is too weak, you should communicate more with Ah Huang. Murong Xianxian wanted to laugh when she remembered last night's scene, and she pointed to Jiang Caijing's side.

Jiang Caijing was smart, and hurriedly turned her head to look to the side, only to see that on a tree not far from her, the golden python was raising its head slightly, as if looking at her.

"Hah...... Good morning, good morning!" Jiang Caijing greeted with a little weakness. Don't look at her, she may still be calm when she sees a large dog, but when she encounters this slippery and greasy thing, her heart will be furious, as if she has been petrified.

The golden python stuck out its tongue to indicate receipt, and then turned and gracefully climbed onto another thick branch, so as not to scare the child out of any mental illness.

"Good boy!"

Jiang Caijing patted her towering chest: "Xian Xian, your hobby is really different, huh?"

Of course, people are in the kitchen, Xiaoxiao's meal time at six o'clock every day is thunderous, and if he is late, the master will be angry, and he will be able to make a miniature version of the Manchurian banquet in his quiet time, so why bother.

After dinner, Murong Xianxian led Jiang Caijing around Wenxiangfang, which can be regarded as taking her to familiarize herself with the environment, except for the study and secret room, which did not take her in, all other places went around.

"Slim, Wenxiangfang seems to have a larger area than other villas. Jiang Caijing said.

"Hehe, this is my master's fake public benefit. Murong Xianxian smiled: "Master originally had a house here, and then his son opened a construction company to develop this land, so he made a villa with the largest area, like a small garden." ”

"How pretty!"

Jiang Caijing praised: "Especially the good air, the best air I have ever read, Xian Xian, you can't drive me away until you find a suitable house!"

"When am I going to drive you away?" Murong Xianxian asked Cang Tian speechlessly.

"Xian Xian, will I send you to school today?" Jiang Caijing said suddenly.

"No, I can take the car, but yesterday there was an accident and the car was thrown in the school. Murong Xian said.

"Isn't that just right? I'm going to pass by there anyway on my way to work. Jiang Caijing said.

"You don't have to go to work so early, right?" said Murong Xian Xian.

"Well, I want to go to the hotel to see if Daddy is gone, and my phone is still there. ”

Jiang Caijing said with a grin.

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Introduction to "The Legend of the Creation of the God" (Complete): A sudden lightning bolt splits the frustrated girl into a mysterious space: a legend of the moment of life and death creates a beautiful mythological story: can the immature shoulders bear the serious injury of the rise and fall of mankind, and how will Mo Feier choose in the face of the familiar story