Ziyuan said, "yes, if you can skillfully use this big iron fan and rely on your cultivation, you can handle it even if you encounter some criminals who want to plot evil, as long as your cultivation does not exceed several levels."

Li Yundong asked curiously, "how do you use the seven treasure psychic fan as a magic weapon?"

Ziyuan smiled and spread her palm. The heavy seven treasure psychic fan flew towards Li Yundong. She said: "I'm not the body of the seven treasures. I can't use the seven treasures channeling fan. Only men's pure Yang Qi can use this magic tool, so I can't show you. Only after you build the foundation can I turn on the magic tool function of the seven treasures channeling fan."

Li Yundong took over the heavy seven treasure psychic fan and dared not underestimate it any more because of its bulkiness. He thought of the fan dance of Ziyuan before and couldn't help thinking: now the seven treasure psychic fan looks very powerful. What if he could use the power of its magic tools?

Li Yundong couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart. He wanted to practice by himself according to the method previously used by Ziyuan!

Ziyuan knew that Li Yundong must be eager to try now, so she didn't bother him, waved to Ruan Hongling, and then the two flew back to their home.

Ruan Hongling couldn't help asking, "sister Ziyuan, when are you going to help him? Although this guy looks smart and energetic, he has only practiced for less than two months after all. The foundation is too weak! Even if he has built a foundation successfully, how can he deal with the disaster?"

Ziyuan was silent and said after a long time: "I don't know. It's just personal. If he can't survive the disaster, it means that master's wedge language poem is wrong. If he has survived the disaster..."

"So what?" Ruan Hongling asked.

Ziyuan sighed and looked at the deep starry sky at night: "then I don't know."

Ruan Hongling snorted, "this hateful guy, I have to endure his anger when we help him like this. It's really irritating me!"

Ziyuan smiled and said, "don't worry, he can go to build the foundation in a few days at most, and you won't see him."

Ruan Hongling was surprised and said, "so fast?"

Ziyuan nodded: "I will let him go to a place, the most dangerous place between heaven and earth, but also the place with the best foundation building effect!"

Ruan Hongling suddenly widened her eyes: "sister Ziyuan, are you crazy? Can he go there? I'm afraid he's dead before he can build the foundation!"

Ziyuan said faintly, "it depends on his cultivation. If he can't survive this, how can he face the terrible disaster after building the foundation?"

The next morning, Ruan Hongling still jumped from the balcony to the balcony of Li Yundong's house, stretched out her head and looked, but found that the room was empty. She shouted, but there was no sound.

Ruan Hongling whispered to herself: can't this bastard practice all night?