Oh, there's static electricity! Someone exclaimed in surprise and immediately took his hand off the armrest.

The originally quiet carriage began to be lively because of this episode, and someone started a topic because of this, it was boring to hurry, and the juvenile group basically continued to be silent, Lin Bei was fiddling with his mobile phone, it seemed that he was talking to someone, and the corners of his mouth kept a smile, and the other three skirts of the adult group were chatting with spittle.

Bu Zhi walked towards Feng Ling, almost touching her, and after walking to the farthest place from the three of them, his cold face was still full of disgust, but even so, he still did not choose to leave, and continued to stay in such a noisy and crowded carriage with Feng Ling.

Why don't you go to City A first? Feng Ling quietly poked and poked the induction of Bu Zhi in his heart, he lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Feng Ling, his quiet eyes that had always had no emotion darkened, his good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and his timbre sank a lot, as if he had been greatly wronged, and he opened his mouth dryly to accuse the three adults that they were too noisy.

Feng Ling almost couldn't help but pat his hand and comfort him. But I don't know why, seeing this side of him, Feng Ling not only has a feeling of wanting to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, but also has a kind of excitement, wanting to look up to the wolf and laugh and ravage his face fiercely, why does she have such a devilish idea?

Probably has always been cold to Rao, and the appearance of a man complaining to her because someone is too noisy is too rare.

Does this mean that Bu Zhi is also slowly revealing himself and letting her understand another side of him? It's also a form of trust.

Feng Ling's heart was beating wildly, and the sweet feeling permeated her heart, and she raised the corners of her mouth slightly, feeling as if she didn't like his face and temperament more than that.

What are you thinking? Nan Rao's expression regained his calmness, and his quiet eyes could no longer see any waves, and he was curious about the smile on Feng Ling's face.

Feng Ling's dark eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sly smile, Bu Zhi looked at the smile that was very similar to Xinghe, pursed his lips slightly, lowered his eyes, and decided not to ask.

Feng Ling blinked, moved one hand to the empty seat next to him, tapped the soft seat lightly with his index finger, looked at him with a smile, didn't he get tired of standing all the time? Would you like to sit down for a while?

Fuyuki's gaze followed her fingers to the seat, and there was no expression on her cold face. However, Feng Ling knew that he would agree, because in the past few months, she had found that as long as it was not too much, Bu Zhi would agree, and even let her mess around.

Of course, Feng Ling has never tried to let him do too much, most of them have some selfish intentions, they are all asking to accompany him to eat, accompany him to wash dishes, accompany him to press the road after dinner, etc., and sometimes ask him to help deal with the corpses of beasts, such as the destruction of skeletons, every time I see a lightning bolt directly split those bones into ashes, Feng Ling feels shocked.

The white robe on his body hangs down, silky texture, soft and close-fitting, and there is a thin belt around the waist, which is tied to outline the waist. The ancient costume is conservative, he locks his robe tightly, and the neckline is also tightly covered. The broken hair on the forehead is a little scattered, half soft and half rigorous, and it is inexplicably itchy to see the wind.

When he arrived in City A, Feng Ling found that the temperature was still a little low, and now it was March, and the temperature in City Z was gradually warming, and there were still snowflakes floating here, but the physical fitness of the cultivators had improved like a fly, and this temperature did not affect it.

Thin snowflakes swirled and fell to the corners of Zhongrao's hair and eyebrows, but they quickly melted. Feeling the faint coolness, I was much more awake when the wind was blowing, and I happily took the camera and began to pat it. Feng Ling exhaled, and saw the white mist-like heat quickly dissipate in Kongzheng

In the next few days, Feng Ling was arranged to train in the underground training room of the shelter in City A, in addition to training the cooperation of his teammates, there were also professional martial artists and weapon masters for one-on-one guidance.

Feng Ling didn't use the sub-penalty when practicing archery on the training ground, after all, it was too dazzling, and the attack power of the star arrow was powerful, and one arrow could shoot the target, so she took the ordinary bow in the training ground.

The posture is very standard, and the accuracy is terrifying, and the experts invited are completely useless, and after watching it for a few minutes, they left with a look of admiration, and the martial artist came to teach the moves, and he also encountered such a situation, and during this period of time, Feng Ling's name became popular in their circle.

The most satisfying thing for Feng Ling is that the food in the training ground is very rich, all of which are made of the meat of alien beasts and spirit beasts, and the other thing is that they can eat for free! You can't take it away, though.

There are devouring beast souls, and Feng Ling has squeezed a lot of genes out of these meats, but they are all genes of the beasts themselves.

The difference between pure black and ordinary cultivators is that pure black has the ability to be genetically compatible, and it can be said that the genes of various attributes are not rejected and all are stored in the body, while ordinary practitioners turn all the absorbed genes into genes of their own attributes.

After the accumulation of these few months, Fengling's wood genes and soil genes have broken hundred, and there is a special feeling in the dark, but the inspiration is only a flash, and Fengling does not catch it.

The venue was set up in a sparsely populated mountain outside the shelter in City A, where almost no one came. This is also because the power of the cultivator can easily cause damage to the buildings of the city, and in such a large-scale cultivator competition, if something happens, the building of the shelter will be damaged, and if it causes the death of people with lower strength, it will be a disaster.

Approaching the game, Zhang Chuanliang took Fengling and them to the simple residence established at the foot of the mountain in advance by the shelter of City A, all of which looked quite atmospheric.

There are plenty of wooden houses, Feng Ling is assigned to one, I feel that the location is good, not far from the canteen, and each wooden house has a fireplace for heating, even if it is snowing outside, the house is also called comfortable.

While waiting for the game and not having special requirements to assemble, Feng Ling nested in the wooden house to practice genetics and star guns, keeping himself in the best condition at any time. In addition, in order to avoid the sudden appearance of the black, Feng Ling went to the gray area outside the shelter in City A and captured a strange beast in a dress. After all, there is no equipment that can put away the alien beast that it carries with it yet.

Feng Ling had seen the contestants from the other shelters, and their strength was indeed good, but there were no other two levels in the junior group. Feng Ling gently used the system to probe several senior group players, and found that there were several two-level players among them. The city's four senior players turned out to be two-tier.

In addition, Feng Ling discovered Wang Fei, that's right, it was Wang Fei. She also brought her soul pet, the big tiger with the name of the oar and fat cat. When Feng Ling saw her, she could happily pinch the fattened cat's ears and rub her hands on its head.