The witch spirit can mobilize the witch magic power to wander around the meridians in the body, but it is impossible to convert these witch magic power into substantial means of use.

He tried all the five kinds of witchcraft he had learned so far, but there was no progress.

This really made him a little confused. If it weren't for the fact that the aura was cultivated by the witch's Qi Refining Technique, or even suspected that the little fire he had practiced was actually not a magic power at all, but something that didn't know what power it belonged to.

He even tried to see if he could force the wizard magic power out of his body and release it directly, but the result also ended in failure.

The "little flame" is tenaciously entrenched in his sea of ​​energy, and it continues to grow as he practices the "Dance of Spirit Sacrifice" every day, without any change in his will.

Yang Zheng realized that perhaps there should be something wrong with his research direction.

If you want to solve this problem, you may only get answers from other monks.

Just as Yang Zheng's practice has substantial improvement in all aspects, an unexpected visitor broke Yang Zheng's temporary relatively peaceful life.

That morning, Yang Zheng did not order food from the restaurant as usual, but decided to go directly to the restaurant to have a meal, and then go around the city to relax.

Just as he entered the restaurant and was about to have a meal in the lobby on the first floor, the young man in the restaurant suddenly told him that someone was invited to a private room on the second floor for dinner.

Yang Zheng pondered for a moment, thinking that it was Lu Chong who came. With vigilance, he followed the restaurant's staff to the private room on the second floor.

When he pushed the door open and saw the person sitting inside, Yang Zheng was stunned.

There are only two girls in the room, and the clothes should be a master-servant relationship.

The girl sitting at the table looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she had an outstanding appearance and an extremely elegant and refined temperament. Although she was wearing a simple light pink gauze shirt and white dress, she still gave people a sense of tranquility and nobility.

Standing in front of the woman, Yang Zheng felt a moment of loss of consciousness, and even a hint of shame appeared in his heart.

This made Yang Zheng feel extremely incredible.

You know, with his two lives, even a beautiful woman could not shake his mind. However, when he first saw this woman, he felt this way, which really made him feel a little depressed.

Another girl was wearing a light green short shirt on her upper body, a light pink long skirt on her lower body, and a pair of maids on her head. It was probably the maid next to the girl.

When she saw Yang Zheng enter the room, she immediately ran out and closed the door of the private room.

Hearing the noise, she seemed to be standing outside the door.

The table was filled with good wine and dishes, all of which were the most food Yang Zheng ordered in the Dongcheng restaurant.

While Yang Zheng was looking at the girl, the girl in white had already stood up from her seat and was looking at him curiously.

"Girl, we don't seem to know each other?"

Yang Zheng had already come to his senses, frowned slightly, and asked strangely.

There was no internal fluctuation in the girl's body, but with Yang Zheng's spiritual sense, she clearly captured that there was a fluctuation in her body of magic power and breath, and it seemed that she was not weak.

Yang Zheng never expected that this girl was actually an immortal cultivator!

"Little woman Murong Qiu, the current leader of the secret door is his father. I guess he must be Zheng Yang, right?"

The girl seemed to see Yang Zheng's confusion and explained with a calm expression.

Murong Qiu, the daughter of the secret sect leader? This answer surprised Yang Zheng very much.

"Yes, it's Zheng Yang. I wonder what advice can I give to you when I meet with you alone?"

Yang Zheng looked at Murong Qiu quietly and said.

"I dare not take the advice. The little woman has heard about Mr. Zheng's affairs. I heard that Mr. Zheng is also an immortal cultivator, so I came to see him. I'm not to hide it from him. The little woman is actually a casual cultivator. Mr. Zheng, if you don't mind, let's sit down and talk about it?"

The girl smiled faintly, sorted out the scattered strands of black hair on her temples, and invited Yang Zheng.

"Then it's better to obey your duty than respect."

After Yang Zheng found out that this woman was also a cultivator, he was actually a little surprised, but he was also more cautious.

After sitting opposite the girl, Yang Zheng said again: "I wonder what Miss Murong's intention is?"

The girl looked at Yang Zheng with great meaning and said slowly: "You and I are both practitioners of Taoism, so why not be called fellow Taoists?"

"Of course there is no problem." Yang Zheng nodded.

"It's really not to be hiding. The little woman made an appointment with her husband today, but she actually asked for something." Murong Qiu sighed.
Chapter completed!