Fengxun has a few pits, and now even Mama Zhao is coming to pit her...... Are there any good people left?

Feng Wu was afraid of what Mama Zhao would say, so she hurriedly changed the topic: "By the way, what about my mother, why didn't you see her?" ”

"Fifth Miss forgot? The second lady had to sleep for two hours every afternoon before waking up. Mama Zhao smiled and said, "Then since the young lady wants to wash it herself, the old slave won't interfere?" ”

"Mama Zhao, you're busy, you're busy—"

Feng Wu hugged her skirt and retreated, and ran away directly with a whoosh.

Feng Xun tilted his head, a look of suspicion appeared in his eyes, he didn't know why, he always felt that Feng Wu's actions were a little abnormal, but he didn't think of anything abnormal.

After returning to the room, Feng Wu slammed the door shut, looked at the clothes in his hand, and then exhaled a long breath......

After taking a few deep breaths, Feng Wu sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands on his knees, his face condensed.

After clearing all the distractions in her mind, her clear and clear eyes finally closed.

Feng Wu looked inwardly at her dantian.

It was an indifferent barrenness, like a land devoid of moisture, cracked and dilapidated, in the form of dense cobwebs.

Feng Wu manipulated the aura in the Nine Turns Restoration Elixir to nourish it, and those cracked and dilapidated places were being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye......

Little by little, time passed.

Feng Wu was engrossed in a state of selflessness, completely unaware of what was going on outside.

Her dantian had been repaired, but Feng Wu felt that the surrounding aura was surging into her body, so why not cultivate at this time?

At this moment, the dantian where Feng Wu had been repaired was like a water wave, rippling in a circle.

A huge fire spiritual power rushed into Feng Wu's body, constantly burning with water waves!

Fire and water are not compatible.

But because there is a medium of spiritual power in the middle, every burning of the spiritual power of fire liquefies a drop of golden liquid.

The dantian of Feng Wu is like a fine porcelain bottle.

It's small, it's only as small as a little finger.

Didi, dadzi –

The golden liquid was like the rain after the shower had stopped, falling drop by drop, and even Feng Wu could hear the sound clearly.

Because the dantian was only the size of a little thumb, it was quickly full, and the golden liquid began to overflow.

At this moment, there was a bang.

The little thumb-like dantian shook violently!

Those golden liquids lined up, like a swimming dragon, wandering on the limbs of Feng Wu.

When he walked to the center of the phoenix dance's eyebrows, the golden liquid was instantly much purer!

Every inch of swimming, the golden swimming dragon composed of this golden liquid is shortened, and the journey is short, but the meridians in Feng Wu's body are shining with a faint golden light.

After wandering around, the golden liquid had disappeared without a trace, because it was all absorbed by Feng Wu's body.

The dantian, which was originally as small as a little thumb, became a little larger than before.

A faint smile appeared on Feng Wu's face.

Sure enough, it's not just a first-level spirit master.

Just when the dantian was changing, Feng Wu knew that she had entered the second-level spirit master.

However, the spiritual power of fire and the water pattern of the dantian are still liquefiing golden liquid, which means that Feng Wu's promotion this time will not stop at the second-level spirit master.

The golden liquid continued to converge, accumulate, rise, and finally under the refining of Feng Wu, a small golden dragon was conjured up, and it swam around along the eight veins of Feng Wu's strange meridians.