Chapter 129

After the people left, Feng Xingying returned to Xihuang sword space for the first time.

There, watermelon is covered with blood, red light, quietly lying next to the fire pool.

"What's going on?"?! Watermelon, watermelon? " Feng Xingying was shocked.

It's just a spirit beast. How can it be like this?

Watermelon raised his head and gave Feng Xingying a firm look.

What does it do? Why did this happen?

"Watermelon, are you ok?"

"It's so noisy." The abrupt female voice rings out, and Feng Xingying looks around warily.

Here is her Xihuang sword space. Yes, but why is there an old voice.

And Feng Xingying looked for half a day, but he didn't find half a figure, even the breath.

"Silly boy, don't look for me. I'm Xihuang Jianling. You're too weak to see me. When you get a spirit king Xiuwei, you can almost see me."

Spirit king

It's so far away.

Moreover, the more difficult it is to cultivate the spirit, the more difficult it will be later.

Although the king of spirit was only one level higher than the master of Xuanling, it was more difficult than climbing to heaven. Old lady Feng is just a four level Xuanling master. She is still a long way away from the king of spirit.

It is said that there is only one king of spirit in the whole Dali kingdom! Most people don't see it at all.

How can the word "king of spirit" be said from the mouth of the sword spirit, but it's as simple as a common meal.

Although there was no one to see, Feng Xingying respectfully asked for advice: "dare to ask Master Jianling, watermelon, is this tortoise spirit beast, why did he become like this?"

"Since you look so like me and are so polite, I'd like to give you a kind reply: your aptitude inherits the blood of our Huang family. It's the most attractive thing for ordinary low-level spirit beasts. So, smart spirit beasts want to recognize you as their master when they smell you."

Is she the flesh of Tang monk?

Smell it and want to be her beast?

It's like watermelon and sesame.

"But don't worry, too low-level spirit beasts don't have the ability to smell it. This little turtle is good. It has the blood of Xuanwu, but after too many generations, the power of blood is weak.

Your blood of Huang clan just makes it mutate. " Jianling carefully popularized science to Feng Xingying, but he did not forget to shake his head:

"when did you come out of our huangzu, a young man who didn't know anything? Since you are the successor of xihuangjian, the elders of the clan didn't even popularize science for you?"

"In the family? What race? " Feng Xingying was puzzled.

"Aren't you in huangzu? No, you are the blood of our huangzu The sword spirit was confused, and suddenly uttered a Scream:

"was our Huang clan destroyed? Your strength is too weak. You are only a little spiritual master when you are 15 years old. Can't you practice faster? Or we can revive our shenhuang family as soon as possible. "

For such a sword spirit, Feng Xingying is helpless. In order to prevent her from talking, Feng Xingying can only tell the truth.

"Oh, so you don't know anything, I'm relieved." The sword spirit's eyes turned: "I can do anything. If you are willing to ask me, I will try my best to accept you as an apprentice. I can teach you sword skills, mind skills, alchemy, weapons and anything. "

Even if you can't see her face, Feng Xingying has figured out an old lady full of expectations, trying to abduct a simple and ignorant girl by all means.

It's a pity that although she looks very simple, she is not a cute little sheep in her heart.

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