There, there are people who covet the blood of his younger brother's Xuan Spirit Body!

There, there are people who covet the beauty of their mothers!

There, there are people who destroy her phoenix's true blood!

There, it harms the unconscious people of her master!

How could she not be strong? How can it not be strong?

Feng Wu took a deep breath, sat cross-legged in the slight shaking of the carriage, and soon entered the realm of selflessness.

Yesterday, she had already been promoted to a third-level spirit master, and Feng Wu wanted to see if she could be promoted again today.

She took a deep breath, and suddenly, the aura around her automatically surged towards her.

At the center of Feng Wu's eyebrows, the phoenix divine blood given by the master faintly burst out with a reddish light.

Around the blood of the phoenix god, one, two, three rays of light appeared, just like the annual rings of a tree, around the blood of the phoenix, three circles of light appeared.

Feng Wu's body was shrouded in majestic aura, and the aura on the surface of these bodies was pervasive, and they all penetrated into Feng Wu's body.

The spiritual power of fire was collided by the water waves in the Fengwu dantian, emitting a sneering flash, like lightning in the sky.

As the two elements collided, drops of golden liquid rolled down into the Fengwu Dantian.

Tick, tick, tick –

Feng Wu's entire attention was on liquefiing the golden drops, because she knew better than anyone that she could only be promoted to a fourth-level spirit master by filling her dantian with the golden drops.

There is still a long way to go, and she, this is just the beginning.

The process of liquefiing golden drops is a long and boring process.

And, it's a painful and torturous process.

Every drop of golden liquid was a collision between the spiritual power of fire and water waves, and every collision was not as painful as being stabbed by a dagger for Feng Wu.

However, Feng Wu's face was silent, except for the beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolling down.

At the dantian, the golden liquid went from zero to one-quarter, two-quarter, and three-quarters......

Feng Wu's clothes were soaked, and the whole person almost looked like he had been fished out of the water.

And at this moment, in the carriage team in front, Feng Liu beckoned to Feng Yiran, who was riding a horse.

Feng Yiran frowned, but he still drove forward, and before he could ask, Feng Liu said, "Big brother, I have something very important to discuss with you, now immediately!" ”

"What?" Feng Yiran's thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

"About Feng Wu." Feng Liu lowered her voice.

Feng Yiran thought about it, and finally jumped directly from the horse's back into the carriage: "Tell me if you have something." ”

After all, my brother and sister are in the same carriage, and it is not a good thing to be passed out.

"Brother-" Feng Liu clasped his hands on his knees, raised his palm-sized face, and looked at Feng Yiran's gaze bursting out with fine light: "Brother thinks that Feng Wu's return to Beijing will do us any good?" ”

"What do you think?" Feng Yiran did not answer the rhetorical question.

Feng Liu took out what he had just thought about all the way and said, "Big brother, I think letting Feng Wu go back alive will only be bad for us." Big brother, do you think Feng Wu really won't compete with you for the position of the family? ”

Without waiting for Feng Yiran to speak, Feng Liu sneered: "Big brother, don't forget, although Feng Wu has no strength, she still has the biggest weapon, that is, her face!" ”

Feng Liu continued to provoke: "Her face, the little prince of the wind likes it tightly, you have also seen it, the little prince of the wind flattered her in all kinds of ways, and ran after her, if the little prince of the wind accepted her as a concubine, and then blew the pillow wind, when the time came-"