The living area of the evil beast, a place with the worst environment, Qing Ling's face was expressionless, on the swamp, he kept flipping his body, holding two long swords in his hands, one left and one right, waving in the void in the air, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the whole person seemed to be dancing with a sword.

Kilometers away, Feng Xuan and Zi Sakura, who was holding a golden miniature version of the golden lion, looked at each other from a distance, and watched Qingling's actions carefully without blinking.

In the eleven days that Feng Xuan had been training Qing Ling, he had obtained enough spirit cultivation pills, so that Zi Ying and her spirit beast had recovered most of their true essence, and Zi Ying's face no longer looked pale, and she stood beside Feng Xuan with a little pink. The golden lion spirit beast she was holding in her arms was also shining, and it had recovered at least seventy percent of its strength.

Qing Ling, who was thousands of kilometers away, was not dancing a sword out of thin air, but was negotiating with a group of blood poisonous mosquitoes on this swamp, and the poisonous mosquitoes paid for their lives in the negotiation with Qing Ling.

This swamp was discovered by Feng Xuan by accident, and there were no vicious beasts except for poisonous mosquitoes, because wherever poisonous mosquitoes skimmed, there was not a single vicious beast alive.

At this time, at least thousands of poisonous mosquitoes around Qingling could not be killed, and once she was bitten by poisonous mosquitoes, her life was also threatened. Brushing shoulders with death from moment to moment made Qing Ling feel more focused, and the two swords in her hands brought the sword wind as she wielded, dispelling poisonous mosquitoes while slashing. Sometimes it seemed like a slow sword, but in fact, she had already swung dozens of swords at an extremely fast speed, and the kind of sword move that was so fast that even the afterimage would not appear was trained by Qing Ling in this swamp.

With the change of moves, Qing Ling found a more effective method, after swinging the first sword, then swinging the second sword, the fierce sword wind brought between the two swords rubbed against each other in the air, the power of this friction can instantly kill hundreds of poisonous mosquitoes, more powerful than her sword moves.

The speed of the body's cooperation movement is extremely fast, if it was Qingling in the past, she couldn't even hold on for five minutes, but now her body has been honed to the toughness of the body, and her body can be bent at will to a degree that ordinary people can't do at all, after these ten days of movement, from the beginning of killing the evil beast, to the current body twisting strongly, Qingling's bone meridians are changing little by little, if you want to compare with ten days ago, now she is at least five centimeters taller than ten days ago.

When the hour came, Qingling's body suddenly swelled with energy, shaking off thousands of poisonous mosquitoes around him, and taking advantage of the moment when the poisonous mosquitoes left, his body swept out of this swamp.

Coming to Feng Xuan's side is the safest place here, from the very beginning Feng Xuan is like a mosquito repellent magic weapon, and no poisonous mosquito dares to approach him.

"Today's task is complete~~~~" Qing Ling was about to bow her head and wipe the fine and dense sweat on her forehead, but Feng Xuan helped her first. took out a gold silk handkerchief and stuck the sweat from Qingling's forehead.

"Xiao Qingling is getting more and more powerful. Feng Xuan praised with a smile in his eyes, what he said was sincere, Qing Ling's growth in the past eleven days was what he saw with his own eyes, and he didn't expect Qing Ling to do so well from the beginning.

"When will I be reborn?" The eleven day time was up, and there was only one day left before the twelve-day period Feng Xuan said, so Qing Ling was more concerned about his own growth progress.

Feng Xuan was stunned for a moment, then his expression became focused, he reached out and quickly picked up Qingling's chin, and couldn't help but tease softly, "Didn't Xiao Qingling find that you have changed a lot from before?"

Although Qing Ling's strength is still in the late stage of distraction, her melee ability has improved by more than a star and a half compared to before.

Qing Ling was stunned, and forgot to pat Feng Xuan, who was making frivolous moves towards herself, "Is there really a change?" she frowned and wondered, what had changed in herself?

The intimacy of the two fell in Zi Ying's eyes, which made Zi Ying angry, in just eleven days, the one who had the most contact with Feng Xuan was Zi Ying, she found that Feng Xuan was extraordinary, and he passed calmly in the dangerous misty forest, and everything that happened was under his control.

Zi Ying's cultivation was much higher than Qing Ling's, so she found many things that Qing Ling hadn't noticed. In the killing of Qingling and evil beasts, there are countless evil beasts attracted by blood, but there are no more than five hundred evil beasts besieging Qingling every time, and even this kind of thing can be controlled, and the magic of Fengxuan can be seen more than that.

Seeing that Feng Xuan, who was smiling and peerless, only fell on Qing Ling alone, Zi Ying was a little unhappy. It just so happened that at this time, her spirit beast, the Golden Lion, who had regained some strength, used spiritual communication to tell her that Feng Xuan was very dangerous.

How powerful is the existence that can make the spirit beast companion who has the strength of the Tribulation Period feel dangerous? Zi Ying, who has the worship of the strong, also secretly has a good impression of Feng Xuan in her heart, such a young boy is still outstanding, only such a person is worthy of her Zi Ying. Silent observation, frequent contact, and the drive of the original thoughts, made Zi Sakura really like the mysterious Fengxuan.

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