His Royal Highness the evildoer came to the door

Chapter 568 She Can't Lose
Under the star-studded, dark night, a petite figure was working hard on the square with the wooden sword in his hand, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his arms trembled slightly.

All the people were already sound asleep, and the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of insects and frogs cooing in the night.

The night wind blows and hits the body cool and refreshing.

Lan Xiyan raised her hands, fingers together, trying to control the dangling wooden sword hanging in the air.

In the past ten days, the new disciples have been practicing spiritual power one by one, and their skills have improved rapidly, but she seems to have stayed where she is, and she can't even control the wooden sword.

The manipulation of spiritual power is like magic power. It can move objects instantly, uproot stones and trees on the ground, and use them as weapons for self-defense or offense.

And the most basic thing is to manipulate small things. Ji Yun not only taught them the rules of spiritual power practice but also manipulated some simple things.

Everyone can control and use it freely. Only her, Lan Xiyan, can only control the wooden sword hanging in the air. The height is less than one meter, and it is still wobbly. It can't move freely at all.

With a low sigh, the wooden sword hanging in mid-air also fell to the ground with a "snap", declaring Lan Xiyan's failure again.

Annoying!
This wooden sword was against her, but within an hour, it lost countless times and failed countless times.

Lan Xiyan curled her lips, looked at the wooden sword lying on the ground, her heart skipped a beat, she stepped forward to pick it up, but she didn't give up in her heart.

"I still don't believe that I can't succeed even once."

Lan Xiyan murmured to herself, and then threw the wooden sword into the sky, chanting words and spells in a low voice, and stretched out her hand to control the wooden sword that was about to fall.

There was a strange force floating in her fingers, which caused her hand to shake uncontrollably, and the force in her hand suddenly increased, making her feel even more strenuous.

She can't lose, and she can't give up, and she must never lose to others.

Lan Xiyan gritted her teeth, raised her hands with difficulty, watched the wooden sword in mid-air gradually rise with her operation, her face was filled with joy, and she became more serious.

Although she is a waste of spiritual power, it is not impossible to practice spiritual power, so she will definitely succeed.

The wooden sword gradually rose, and Lan Xiyan gradually withdrew one hand, ready to control it with one hand.

But before she took her hand back, the wooden sword refused to move again, and fell to the ground again with a "snap".

"what!"

Lan Xiyan was about to lose her temper, looking at the wooden sword lying quietly on the ground, a look of impatience flashed across her face.

Why can't she work so hard that others can do it easily?Is there any point in torturing her like this?Are you hitting her or encouraging her?
Is it okay not to bring such a playful person?

Looking at the wooden sword lying on the ground, Lan Xiyan suddenly looked like a deflated ball, and she didn't want to try again.

Lifting her foot, she was ready to leave.

"Is this giving up?"

Before she could turn around, suddenly there was a cold voice from behind, Lan Xiyan was taken aback, and raised her head to look at the person coming.

"Di, Di Shiyan?"

Di Shiyan was dressed in a snow-white robe, standing in the dark night, as if she had a faint light, her eyebrows, thin lips, and cool handsome face were all reflected in Lan Xiyan's eyes, making her stunned for a moment .

Emperor Shak Yan?How did he come here?

"Oh? Is that what you call me?"

Di Shiyan spoke softly, looked at Lan Xiyan, his eyes were calm, and he was not angry because Lan Xiyan called him by his name.

(End of this chapter)