She will die if she doesn't soar

Chapter 213 What is there to hesitate (poke you)

But after traveling for more than 3000 years, she didn't use her brain very much, and her thinking had long been assimilated by those Jianzong disciples. Now she is playing a guessing game with Yi Shuihan here, which really makes her a little upset.

She frowned and looked at Yi Shuihan, "You won't do bad things, so if you want to see it, you can draw it for you. How much you can learn depends on your own ability. Why hesitate?"

Their swordsmanship is in the sword sect, and the hills are full of people beheading people, and they don't care about stealing teachers or not.Only by learning from each other can we grow each other.

But she didn't know that in the entire cultivation world, except for Jianzong, all local inheritances are not leaked.

If it wasn't for the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect who couldn't beat Feng Xiaoxiao, she would have been beaten to death by the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect long ago after she had been stealing from others for hundreds of years.

Seeing her like this, Yi Shuihan also smiled slightly.

It seems that when in contact with Feng Xiaoxiao, he is always mediocre, so it is really unnecessary to think too much.

In his opinion, Feng Xiaoxiao is just like her name, a woman like Feng Xiaoxiao.Her thoughts cannot be seen or grasped, but they always have a sense of presence.

Nodding his head, he said, "Thank you."

Feng Xiaoxiao randomly pulled out a piece of talisman paper from the pile of talisman paper that Yi Shuihan had drawn before, without any preparation in advance, picked up the talisman brush and started drawing.

The corner of Yi Shuihan's mouth twitched, this girl is really informal, not to mention bathing and burning incense, why don't you wash your hands first?
Feng Xiaoxiao held his breath, and injected the required spiritual power into the talisman pen at once.

The biggest requirement for drawing the best talisman is that the spiritual power is evenly transmitted, and the stroke is drawn to the end, and the drawing starts with inhalation, and it must be completed before exhaling the breath.

What Feng Xiaoxiao drew was a superb purple thunder talisman. She had drawn this talisman countless times, and today she was afraid that Yi Shuihan might not be able to see it clearly. This time it was indeed the slowest time to draw it.

The spiritual power mixed with the blood of high-level monsters slowly fell onto the talisman paper, from one end to the end without interruption.

Seeing how serious she was, Yi Shuihan unconsciously held his breath along with her.

After closing the pen, I saw a layer of lightning flashed on the original white talisman paper. Where the lightning passed, golden lines were left immediately.

The moment the lightning disappeared, the entire talisman paper instantly turned purple.

The ultimate purple thunder talisman is done.

Feng Xiaoxiao turned her head and wanted to show off the talisman she had just finished drawing with Yi Shuihan, when she saw Yi Shuihan standing there in a daze, apparently having entered an epiphany.

Fei Xiaoxiao couldn't put on a show, so she wasn't very happy.He secretly thought in his heart, modern monks are really easy to fool, and they can have an epiphany just by looking at a talisman.Not promising, hum.

Ignoring Yi Shuihan, he hung the storage bag around his neck, turned and went upstairs.

A monk's epiphany can be as short as ten, twenty or 10 minutes, and as long as three to five years.Feng Xiaoxiao didn't want to wait here.

Back in the bedroom, Feng Xiaoxiao sat down on the bed leisurely.

Taking out the jade slips given by Tiandao, looking up, down, left, and right, I thought, the things given by Tiandao are no different, right?She thought it would be more ingenious.

After all, the name Tiandao sounds golden.

Probing with her spiritual sense, she immediately pulled her spiritual sense closer to the jade slip.

Before Feng Xiaoxiao lost consciousness, his last thought was that, as expected of the Dao of Heaven, this jade slip is really different, and they all have the same ability to draw consciousness like him.

When Feng Xiaoxiao regained consciousness again, looking around, she was brought into the small space of number and heaven again.

But this time was different from the last time. When the man in white saw her wake up, he didn't praise her when he came up like last time, but greeted her as if he was meeting for the first time.

Looking at Feng Xiaoxiao with calm eyes, his voice was like broken ice in the mountains, without a trace of emotion.

"Welcome back, Feng Xiaoxiao."

　Qi Minglei, who was locked in the storage room by Xiaolu: "Who else remembers me?"

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(End of this chapter)