"Xiaolian, according to the speed at which you are crazy about absorbing the essence of moonlight, you will turn into a demon in less than half a year, and after waiting for five days, after I use the mirror spiritual power you exude to repair the mirror spirit root, I will transplant you into a thousand faces, and the days you will cultivate into a demon will be reduced by at least half, how about it?"

This aura-filled moon lotus has been able to understand human speech, seeing that it didn't react, Feng Zitong was not in a hurry, and continued: "Of course, if you want to enter the Thousand Faces, you must sign a soul contract with me, and after you cultivate into a demon, you will have to make a spiritual oath, so that you are qualified to stay by my side, if you don't agree, it's okay, but don't blame me for not reminding you, at present, you only have two ways to go, one, follow me, two, stay in Linghu until you cultivate into a demon and transform into a human form, and when you lack spiritual power, you are captured by Feng Yuyuan's family, Feng Yuyuan is not a good thing, I think you know it after staying here for so long, just these two paths, you can choose for yourself. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Feng Zitong hooked her lips and smiled evilly, she fooled people, oh no, the kung fu of fooling lotus is not blown.

After a while, Yuelian seemed to have thought it through, the flower body swayed, and a row of white fonts appeared on the water: I ..... with you!

Seeing this, Feng Zitong chuckled: "Very good, you will be called Lianyue in the future." ”

Lianyue shook her body again, indicating that she knew.

Just after the end of the hour, the two quietly returned to Qingshui Garden.

The sky was already bright, and the two of them, who hadn't slept all night, didn't feel sleepy at all, but were in good spirits because of their cultivation.

After warming up for a run in the courtyard, the two trotted towards the garden in front of the garden.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

"Hey, ha, roar."

This is...... The sound of punching and punching punching bags.

Feng Zitong stopped and looked at the source of the sound.

Behind the garden is the spiritual training ground, which is the place where the Feng Mansion is used to practice martial arts and learn from each other.

The hour is just right, and when you hear this voice, there should already be someone training over there.

Cultivating mirror power not only requires absorbing the mirror spiritual power between heaven and earth, but also needs to have a strong physique, so many big families have martial arts cultivation places and mirror power cultivation places.

At present, it seems that Feng Yuyuan has done a good job in improving the strength of the Feng family.

Feng Zitong hooked her lips, and the familiar sound of fighting in her memory aroused the fighting spirit in her heart and the blood that had not boiled for a long time, and the interest in her eyes became stronger: "Feng Aya, let's go to meet the disciples of Fengfu and see how powerful they are!" ”

Feng Aya smiled confidently and kept up with Feng Zitong's footsteps.

Feng Zitong's return has long been known to everyone, and as soon as the two arrived at the spiritual training ground, the entire audience stopped moving.

"Isn't this Feng Zitong.... What does a waste run to practice in the spiritual ground. ”

"Shhh, you be quiet, how can you say that she is also the eldest lady of the lineage, even the head of the family dares to do it, you dare to provoke?"

Others gathered together and muttered quietly.

"Cut, what about the eldest lady, a waste, she doesn't deserve our respect at all, this is a world where the strong are respected, and the identity is hard but not a fist!"

Feng Zitong turned a deaf ear to everything, after all, what they said was the truth.

She just felt quite helpless, obviously she was already very low-key, but this group of people always gave her enough opportunities to brush up on her presence.

Raising his eyes, he swept the spiritual field - sandbags, plum blossom stakes, and wooden stakes were everywhere, seemingly scattered but actually full of blood.

Feng Aya walked to the sandbag that was free next to it and was two adult-sized sandbags, raised her hand and gently pushed it, and nodded: "Master, the weight of the sandbag is good!" ”