The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"It was too early to say that just now." Feng Jing thought slowly, "The person who arranged this formation is not kind at all."

He must have put in a lot of hard work to dig into other people's minds so steadily and ruthlessly.

With such talent, why not set the power of the formation to be stronger, so that he will be completely confused.

If the formation wasn't so crude, a person with such an impetuous mind would never be so clear-headed at this moment, and he might have been tricked long ago.

Maybe it was a trick, but it was better than it is now.

Now that he is like this, he is full of grievances that he can't even explain, which really makes him feel annoyed.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t watch it, and it’s not like I haven’t experienced it!
Feng Jing glanced at the Yanghuo boy, who was watching the changes around him in fear, with a cowardly look on his face.

Muttering bitterly, "Idiot", Feng Jing also walked through the secret passage with great strides.

The first time he saw Yunying, Yunying was sizing him up with a look he couldn't describe.

"Why, are you worried that my son will die inside?" Feng Jing suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment, not only being seen through, but also an unspeakable embarrassment. He shook his fan and spoke maliciously on purpose.

Yun Ying laughed instead.

She realized that she had guessed correctly.

She really understood this person through Feng Jing's performance in the tunnel.

"You cry, you know?" she asked softly.

Feng Jing subconsciously wanted to wipe her tears, but felt that it was trying to cover up, so she endured it, but couldn't help but her ears turned red, the corners of her mouth twitched twice, and she hurriedly waved her fan: "I saw that I died My dear grandfather for decades, so sad, it's normal."

Yunying chuckled: "Actually, you didn't cry."

Feng Jing opened her phoenix eyes wide and looked at Yun Ying incredulously, she couldn't make up her mind for a while, and didn't know whether she was crying or not.

Yun Ying pointed to her slightly red eyes: "It's just the red ones here."

"You're kidding me!" Feng Jing finally couldn't hold back her anger, closed her fan and hit her on the head.

Yunying's footsteps moved lightly, and her figure retreated like smoke, dodging this angry chestnut.

Yan Yi looked at Yunying's ethereal figure, and praised: "Young junior sister's footwork is very good, and she has reached a great level."

Feng Jing snorted coldly: "No, it's all squeezed out by me. If Mr. Yan wants to practice, I can also be a training partner for Mr. Yan."

Of course, Yan Yi could hear that he was trying to avoid it on purpose, and didn't answer.

This person always has the ability to block the love, love, and twigs that he doesn't want to deal with.

Yun Ying returned to Feng Jing's side and stood still. Although she was only three years younger, Feng Jing was much taller than her. She was only as tall as his chest. As long as she stood back, Feng Jing would easily be successfully attacked by Feng Jing.

Even so, you have to stand back.

Let the third son hold back his breath, and he may not know how to do a big job to punish her in the future, it is better to suffer this blow now.

Sure enough, as soon as she stood still, there was a crisp sound above her head, which was crisper than playing watermelon.

Yunying had no choice but to bear it, and glanced at Yunying slightly sideways.

His depression dissipated quickly, and just now he looked like he was tormented by the phantom formation and wanted to destroy the world, but now he has returned to his normal state, acting like a fool, very bad.

Perhaps it is precisely because the depression comes and dissipates quickly that he has been able to live relatively peacefully until now.

People who survive under heavy pressure are either extremely meticulous, or they have long learned to live with the situation.