Chapter Ninety-Seven, Water Condensation Swamp

The moment the ice melted, the wind and rain could move, but she could still feel the chill.

"What kind of means is this, it is so powerful?" Feng Fengrou looked at the pool of water on the ground, and asked Luo Qingyou with palpitations.

"This is the Hydrocondensation Swamp, a Hydrocondensation Swamp that can be frozen, more than ten times more powerful. Luo Qingyou explained to Feng Fengrou.

"Condensation Swamp?"

Feng Fengrou suddenly remembered that the Black Tiger had said that Jiang Huaixue's stunt was the Water Condensation Swamp, and she couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Isn't Jiang Huaixue ......?"

Feng Fengrou couldn't imagine that if Jiang Huaixue could also release the icy condensation swamp, then if she was controlled, wouldn't it be like a fish on a board, slaughtered by others.

"Don't worry, Jiang Huaixue can't ice the water element force yet, so the power of the water condensation swamp she released is less than one-tenth of the cold, but even so, you can't underestimate her, after all, with your current strength, you can't crack the water condensation swamp. ”

After Luo Qingyou finished speaking, he told Feng Fengrou about the way to avoid the water condensation swamp.

After listening to the wind and rain gently, I had another layer of understanding about the condensation swamp in my heart.

After Luo Qingyou saw Feng Yurou's reaction, she suddenly smiled, maybe the cold attack was not a bad thing, because not only did she not cause harm to Feng Yurou, but also let Feng Yurou see the effect of the water condensation swamp, which would be beneficial and harmless for Feng Yurou to fight Jiang Huaixue tomorrow.

"Okay, take this opportunity to go and rest for a while, I've been busy recovering for the last few days, and I haven't had a good night's sleep. Luo Qingyou touched the back of Feng Yurou's head lovingly, and said kindly.

"Hmm. The wind and rain softened, and then returned to the inner courtyard with Luo Qingyou.

In the inner courtyard, Chang Song stood vigilantly in front of Feng Baili's house, not daring to relax in the slightest, until he saw Feng Yurou, Luo Qingyou, and Black Tiger coming over at the same time.

"Okay Changsong, it's okay. ”

Feng Yurou saw Chang Song's nervous appearance, and she was very satisfied, the vigilance of the Feng family's guards has obviously improved recently, which made Feng Fengrou feel a lot more relieved.

Chang Song was also relieved when he heard Feng Fengrou's words, and then left with the black tiger.

Feng Fengrou said goodbye to Master Luo Qingyou, and walked into Feng Baili's room.

In the room, Feng Baili was still lying quietly on the bed without the slightest change.

Feng Yu sat quietly on the edge of the bed for a while, and then slowly returned to his room.

When the moon was in the sky, there was still some time before dawn, Feng Fengrou returned to the house and did not rest, but continued to run the exercises, absorbing the Yuan Force until dawn.

Today is November 8, 9880 in the Aoi Hai Soul Calendar, and it is also the eighth day of the Qingyang Town Trials.

The wind on the street was refreshing, and along the way, the wind and rain gently held Luo Qingyou's arm and came to the riverside square.

Walking into the square, Feng Fengrou looked at it, and there were indeed more people watching the game today than a few days ago, or even on the first day.

It seems that people are still paying close attention to her battle with Jiang Huaixue, Feng Fengrou thought to herself, and couldn't help but show a little smile on her face.

At this time, someone found that Feng Yurou walked into the square, and involuntarily applauded at Feng Yurou, one person applauded, two people applauded, and then there were three people, four people...... In the end, many people looked in the direction of the wind and rain and applauded.