After the person left, Fengxingying returned to the Xihuang Sword Space.

There, the watermelon was covered in blood, radiating with fiery red light, and was quietly lying beside the fire pool.

"What's going on? Watermelon, watermelon?" Feng Xingying was shocked.

But how did it happen if you contract a spirit beast?

Xigua raised her head and gave Feng Xingying a firm look.

What does it do? Why did it become like this?

"Watermelon, are you okay?"

"It's so noisy." A sudden female voice sounded, and Feng Xingying looked around vigilantly.

This is her Xihuang Sword Space, but why does it mean that there is an old voice?

Feng Xingying searched for a long time but couldn't find a single figure, not even aura.

"Silly boy, stop looking for me. I am Xihuang Sword Spirit. If you have too low strength, you won't see me. When you reach the level of a Spirit King, you will almost see me."

The Spirit King

So far away.

Moreover, the more difficult it will be for spiritual practitioners to practice.

Although the Spirit King is only higher than the Xuanling Master, this level is more difficult than climbing to heaven. Mrs. Feng has exhausted all her life and is only a fourth-level Xuanling Master. She is still a long distance away from the Spirit King.

It is said that there are only one thing like the Spirit King, who is superior to him, in the entire Dali Kingdom! It is impossible for ordinary people to see it.

The word "Spirit King" is as simple as saying from the sword spirit.

Although he couldn't see the person, Feng Xingying still respectfully and humbly asked for advice: "I dare to ask Senior Jian Ling, Xigua, this turtle spirit beast, why did he become like this?"

"Since you look so much like me and so polite, then I will answer you kindly: Your qualifications have inherited the blood of our Phoenix Clan, and are the most attractive things for low-level spirit beasts like yi. So, smarter spirit beasts want to recognize you as their master when they smell your body."

Love, her Feng Xingying became Tang Monk's flesh?

Just want to be her beast if you hear it?

It seems like watermelon and sesame seeds are like this.

"But don't worry, too low-level spirit beasts don't have the ability to smell it. This little turtle is good, with the bloodline of the divine beast Xuanwu, but it's too many generations away, and the bloodline power has become weak.

Your Phoenix Clan's blood just made it mutate." The sword spirit carefully popularized Fengxing Film Science, and did not forget to shake his head:

"When did our phoenix clan produce such a junior who doesn't know anything? Since you are the heir of Xihuang Sword, don't you even give you some popular science?"

"What clan is among the clan?" Feng Xingying wondered.

"Are you not in the Phoenix Clan? No, you are obviously our Phoenix Clan's bloodline." The sword spirit was confused and suddenly screamed:

"Can we be destroyed by someone? Your strength is too weak. You are just a little spiritual master at the age of fifteen. You can't practice faster? It's better to revive our Divine Phoenix Clan as soon as possible."

Feng Xingying was helpless when facing such a sword spirit. In order to prevent her from talking, Feng Xingying could only report it to the truth.

"Oh, if you don't know anything, then I'll be relieved." The sword spirit turned his eyes: "I know everything. If you are willing to ask me, I will reluctantly accept your disciple. I can teach you sword skills, your mind skills, your alchemy, your weapon, and you can teach you everything."

Even if she couldn't see her face, Feng Xingying had already imagined the scene of an old lady with anticipation on her face, trying every means to cheat the innocent and ignorant girl.

It’s a pity that although her Feng Xingying looks quite simple, she is not a cute little lamb in her bones.
Chapter completed!