Needless to say, the evil is also the same as Fusu, a beginner-level mirror saint, and a seventh-level middle-level summoner. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Aya, a mid-level mirror master, an eighth-level mid-level space magician, her body with a greatly injured vitality has also fully recovered.

This is very happy for Qin Zijin and them, because they can eat the food made by Feng Aya again.

Lianyue, the peak mirror master was promoted to the middle level mirror emperor.

Everyone finished reporting their cultivation results, and only one remained silent.

They all looked at Feng Zitong, who didn't speak, and everyone looked like they were coerced to confess.

Feng Zitong was helpless, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said: "I didn't make the cut, the Beginner Mirror Emperor is still one step away from the middle rank, I plan to be promoted in the battle the day after tomorrow, which will help my combat effectiveness." ”

"Why do you have to advance in battle?" Feng Shixia was puzzled.

"Isn't it good to get stronger in killing?" is obviously so delicate and cute, but the words that come out can't help but make people feel creepy.

In fact, it's not that there is no promotion, she just compresses those energy balls in her body and doesn't break them, and she just wants to wait for the promotion to be stimulated in the battle.

Advancing in a battle crisis and successfully advancing in cultivation are two completely different concepts, just like the difference between quantity and quality.

The stronger the fighting ability, the more able to kill people.

Tong Haoran very much agreed with Feng Zitong's approach, although he didn't speak: "Killing can indeed make people stronger, but remember not to forget your original intention, what about your other special spiritual roots?"

Feng Zitong nodded, and then shook his head again: "Again, a kick in the door." ”

Feng Shixia's focus seemed to be different from theirs, and he weakly raised his hand and asked, "What special spiritual root, Sister Zitong, are you more than just a soul eater?"

"Haha..."Looking at Feng Shixia's appearance, Feng Zitong couldn't help laughing: "Well, you'll know about this later." ”

The latter pouted, silently squatted to the side and drew circles: "Sister Zitong is surrounded by some B states, one is more powerful than the other, and suddenly I feel that I am weak, and I am also called a genius in Fengfu, I can't call those geniuses in the country when I look at the barren country, compared with your group of people, they are simply scum." ”

Feng Shixia's reaction, everyone tacitly kept smiling.

After all, it's a bit scary for a group of them to stay together, what kind of rare genius, it's a casual mention among them.

Ignoring Feng Shixia, who was depressed alone, Feng Zitong turned around: "Okay, let's go back and rest." ”

So, a group of people dispersed so ruthlessly.

"Hey, seeing that I'm so depressed, you can comfort me too~" Feng Shixia yelled.

All that was left for him was the 'whoosh' of the wind blowing the leaves, and the cries of some unknown beasts from time to time in the distance.

Tonight is still the same

When Mo Yanhuang arrived quietly, Feng Zitong had already fallen asleep.

Tong Haoran fled in embarrassment again.

He went to bed lightly, and his kimono lay beside Feng Zitong on his side, his delicate facial features were flawless, folding out seductive handsomeness in the shadows.

He looked at her quietly, silently using his soul power to treat her, even after a day, his face that had not recovered became even more pale, even if his soul was about to be broken, he would not stop.

Black Wind had red eyes in the darkness.

The matter over there has obviously been solved by Mu Zun and Mo Zun, why is the master in a hurry to treat Feng Zitong, obviously he is already seriously injured, why waste his soul power on Feng Zitong, a cold-hearted woman.