Feeling that her body was suddenly being pushed by someone, Jiang Wanqing's eyelashes shook and she almost didn't take a breath, and her suddenly opened eyes were filled with a sharp cold glow.

As if intimidated by her gaze, Wen Qian shook her head with a hint of trepidation and retreated to Shangguan Yao's side.

"What do you see, Miss Ben cares about you or not?" Shangguan Yao, who was unreasonable, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, but the arrogance on his face did not decrease, and he even made a preemptive strike.

"Concerned about me? Don't you know that disturbing a monk's cultivation is a big taboo? Jiang Wanqing raised her eyebrows with a smile, a strange emotion floated in her heart, and a ruthless aura gradually emanated from her body for a fleeting moment.

"It's... And how? Miss Ben just cares about you when she says so. Shangguan Yao was suffocated in his heart, and unconsciously retreated slightly, really frightened by the illusion-like scene just now.

But she realized that she had lost face when she came back to her senses, so she wanted to use the family advantage to attack Jiang Wanqing, but Jiang Wanqing didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

"Do you know why I don't like what you give?"

"Why?"

Hearing this, Shangguan Yao's rhetorical question almost blurted out, and she was also very curious about how Jiang Wanqing looked poor and sour, and how could He De dare to be her enemy.

"I'm not hiding it anymore." Jiang Wanqing smiled coldly at her puzzled gaze, "My sister Jiang Wanying is the inner door of the Wind and Fire Twin Spirit Root, if you have doubts, you can ask her or find the answer yourself." ”

Jiang Wanqing pointed to the bed vacated by Qiu Yan, and sneered lightly before meditating, "If you dare to disturb my cultivation in the future, I don't recommend telling my sister to make you pay a terrible price!" ”

Jiang Wanqing's last few words were extremely heavy, Shangguan Yao stared at her with a gloomy and uncertain look, and directly ignored herself again, tightly twisting her brows to show annoyance, but vaguely believed her words.

"Okay, you have a kind, let's see."

Shangguan Yao, who wanted to be a general, gritted her teeth angrily, but she couldn't do anything about her, so she could only flick her sleeves and leave angrily, and Wen Qian on the side hurriedly followed and carefully appeased.

Jiang Wanqing sighed helplessly in her heart, although she didn't want to have anything to do with Jiang Wanying, but her name could still be used if necessary, and she could play the role of a fox and a fake tiger.

Seeing that the crisis was eliminated, Jiang Wanqing meditated again and began to practice.

From the dawn to the night, the sun and the moon alternated, and a month later, in the evening, the girl's slowly opened eyes flashed with a smart luster, and her little face bloomed with a happy and brisk smile.

After a month of persistent practice, she has finally thoroughly learned the second weight of plant language - "mirror flower".

I don't know if I can break through now.

Thinking like this in her heart, Jiang Wanqing began to try to cultivate, but before she noticed the phantom of the sword in the sea of consciousness, the light blue light ball gradually converged towards her body, and soon she was able to break through to the seventh order of the Qi cultivation period.

Gently exhaling a breath of turbidity, Jiang Wanqing did not wait for the expected illusion test, and her heart couldn't help but feel a trace of loss.

Although the test was thrilling after the last time, I have to admit that she has grown a lot after that battle.

She was in the mood to take out the bronze sword and ask, but in the next moment, she found that it was dark in front of her, and the scene of the other world slowly emerged.

The red moon was rising, the dark clouds were surging, the light and darkness were alternating, and she seemed to have come to a battlefield, and her ears were the sound of the golden and the blades of the blades.

In front of me, there are only waves and rivers surging waves, and when each wave splashes, there are countless pictures divided and broken.

The road is choppy, and it never ends.

Condensation, the sun and the moon reincarnate and the stars shift, view, flowers and insects sing spring to autumn, sigh, Jin Ge Iron Horse court change, speculation, Pangu opens the sky and all things begin......

There is an endless endless avenue hidden in every frame, Jiang Wanqing stabilized her breathing, and she was excited to do it cross-legged.

As long as she penetrates even the slightest bit of this boundless avenue, it is a great opportunity for her, and there may be qualitative changes in the future path of cultivating immortals.

But she found that she had no idea what to do, and that something seemed to be holding her back, until her eyes could no longer see anything, and the blood crossed her pale cheeks.

When the illusion fades, everything is as it was before.