It is very likely that his disciple was covered up for some reason!

She Zijiang thought of the inconspicuous wooden stick.

Thinking about it at this moment, if that wooden stick is either a water magic weapon, or an ice magic weapon!

And the quality should not be low! Otherwise, how can a person's own qualifications be covered?

And the grade that is shown now can only be explained by the fact that the once powerful baby has been seriously damaged and the grade has fallen for some reason.

In the end, it became what it is today.

This explains a few things.

She Zijiang didn't know whether to be happy or worried for a while.

Happily, the talent of his own disciple is a little against the sky, and the worry is that now the magic weapon has been connected to Shen Qingyi, and even fused with each other, so that Shen Qingyi, who is obviously the root of the ice spirit, is still constantly absorbing the water spiritual power around him.

But then he thought of something, and She Zijiang's eyes couldn't help but darken.

Maybe that's not necessarily bad.

When the time comes, he can call Shen Qingyi's wooden stick magic weapon that he added to it with an ice-based material treasure to make it more attackable, and Shen Qingyi's spiritual root is still a water spiritual root......

She Zijiang couldn't help but sigh.

Today's Shen Qing is not enough to do anything, and it is enough to be eye-catching.

He understood that paper could not contain fire forever, and one day, Shen Qingyi's talent and all kinds of things would appear in front of the world.

But at least not now!

She Zijiang glanced at Shen Qingyi in the center of the water spring, and then thought of the thunder tribulation above the sky during the fight.

The thunderstorm doesn't look like it's man-made.

What exactly triggers the Thunderstorm? Is it cloud tea, or is it ...... His disciple, Shen Qingyi.

Or both.

She Zijiang couldn't help but sigh again.

Shen Qingyi, who was absorbing more and more quickly, took out a medium-sized spirit gathering array from his storage space, and filled it with water spirit stones and several rare ice spirit stones.

Alien spirit root monks are rare and difficult to cultivate, not only because their spiritual roots are difficult to find, but also because there are too few strange treasures in this world compared to ordinary treasures, such as this spirit stone.

Most of the ordinary spirit stones are the five elements spirit stones, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, pure spirit stones contain one of them, and miscellaneous ones contain a variety of them.

The moment the Spirit Gathering Array fell, the spiritual power of Shen Qing's body was once again a few degrees stronger.

Shen Qingyi's figure was gradually tightly wrapped in silk made of spiritual power.

She Zijiang opened the formation around the spiritual spring and walked out of the spiritual spring.

The talisman puppet guard that he made was guarded by himself, and several defensive formations were opened again to ensure Shen Qingyi's safety.

He could imagine that there must have been a mess out there at the moment.

Master Wenhai must have a lot of things to deal with, and he must also take advantage of this time to solve some unnecessary troubles.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

On the Dabi Square of the Spirit Dao Sect, the cultivators were already talking.

First, Mo Lin's somewhat strange end, and then the battle between Shen Qingyi and Yuncha.

The two even caused a thunderstorm.

All kinds of strange phenomena made the monks who watched couldn't help but speculate.

"Well, what the hell is going on? If the first time was an accident, what about the second time? And what about the third time? ”

"How could there be so many accidents?"

"I also feel that there is something strange in this, okay, why does Morin say that he will fall down? Then how could there be a thunderstorm in the competition between Shen Qingyi and Yuncha? ”

"I just looked at some high-ranking monks on the high platform, and their faces were also a little bad, you said, is this ...... Is there some secret to your privacy? ”

One of the monks muttered quietly.

Chapter 189: Speculation