Fairy Cultivator took the script of White Moonlight after pairing with salted fish

Chapter 152 Chapter 152

Wan Tu Linfeng didn't know why Fu Shangxue was provoked again.

Thanks to the spiritual consciousness he left on the other party, this can restrain him at all times.

The younger brother inherits the origin of the sanctuary, once he is swallowed by the demons, the cultivation world will be doomed.

Wan Teng Linfeng closed his eyes.

When she raised her eyes, she saw Ji Qingwu standing in the corner, seemingly still retreating.

With a twitch between his eyebrows, he realized that the whole room was filled with cold air.

Wan Qi Linfeng immediately restrained his coercion, stretched out his hand to Ji Qingwu with some guilt, and said, "I'm sorry, Qingwu, come here."

Ji Qingwu looked at him suspiciously, and asked rather angrily, "Stop putting the air conditioner on? I still want to freeze me to death here because of you."

Her attitude was really not good, especially as an apprentice, it was disrespectful to speak to the elder master like this.

"It's not big or small, how can I talk to my teacher—" Wan Qi Linfeng paused, "How can I talk to my brother? Huh?"

Ji Qingwu snorted coldly.

Sensing that the man seemed to be consciously releasing a gentle breath to replace the original oppressive coercion, she followed his will and approached.

In fact, she really wanted to ask what happened to him just now.

But the man obviously didn't mean to say anything, and based on Ji Qingwu's understanding of Wanqi Linfeng, it was useless to ask.

In his previous life, he was like this more than once, and he suddenly felt extremely bad. She also asked more than once, but he was always avoided and didn't answer.

Ji Qingwu looked down at the opponent's palm, and there was a thin callus on the tiger's mouth.

Wan Qi Linfeng frowned slightly, "These two swords can be fused into one, and after finding the third one, you can be promoted to a divine weapon."

Ji Qingwu temporarily accepted his jumping topic.

Focus on the two small broken swords.

Artifacts, all three are enough?
"How to integrate?" Ji Qingwu asked.

Wan Teng Linfeng's hands fell on the hilts of the two swords, "Come out, I'll teach you."

"Why didn't brother come in?" Ji Qingwu raised her eyebrows.

Wan Cheng Linfeng raised his eyes and glanced at her, and glanced at the narrow space behind her from the corner of his eye.

"It's better to be pure and charming." He said.

"I think it's my brother who came in." Ji Qingwu opposed him.

Visible to the naked eye, the man's expression was full of disapproval, he frowned, and rubbed his thumb on the hilt of the sword lightly, as if he was struggling with something.

Ji Qingwu was in a good mood, as if to scratch the other party was to relieve the depression in her heart.

She was about to turn over and go outside the table and cabinet, but in the blink of an eye, a white shadow flashed across the face, and then a man appeared behind her.

Wan Teng Linfeng surrounded her in front of her, with his arms through her waist, and his hand was still holding the sword.

"So, is Qingwu satisfied?"

The man's deep and magnetic voice sounded above her head, vaguely full of helplessness and a hint of pampering.

Ji Qingwu froze, a little unaccustomed to such a posture.

After all, she hadn't thought about letting people in just now, the space inside was so narrow that two people couldn't stand there.

It's different from the time when you were flying swords in the air. Even at the same distance, one behind the other, the cramped space is far more uncomfortable than the wide sky.

Ji Qingwu even felt that she couldn't breathe.

It's just that the opponent's sense of oppression is too strong.

Ji Qingwu: "That's actually..."

Wan Teng Linfeng brushed her pink earlobe lightly, and there was a ripple in the bottom of her long and narrow eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

He held her hand and landed on the hilt of the sword, and squeezed it tightly, "Calm your mind and mobilize the mind of Futu Wanmo."

(End of this chapter)