Chapter 368: I do n’t know why

Chapter 368 Unbeknownst
Fengshen Academy, in a room at Tianjifeng, Shi Jiu was treating Zuo Yuqing Yun Gong.
The white aperture enveloped the two together, and also made Zuo Yuqing's face paler.
As time passed, Zuo Yuqing's expression became more painful, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell like rain.
Another incense sticks in the past, Zuo Yuqing's chest has a sharp pain, and he spit out blood.
"puff……"
When the wine looks like this, slowly put away the white spirit.
"The blood on your chest has been cleared. How are you feeling now?"
Zuo Yuqing turned around weakly, grateful to Shijiu, bowing his face, "Thank you Master for healing me, I am much better."
Shi Jiu frowned and looked at Zuo Yuqing with a pale face. "What happened, who hurt you?"
His injury was very severe this time. Although the congestion was cleared, the internal injuries were not good for a while. Yuqing was already Mo Ling. How many people in Yunjing mainland could hurt him to this point.
Speaking of injuries, Zuo Yuqing's face suddenly gloomed, and he gritted his teeth severely.
"It is another disciple of Bu Yangzi, that surnamed Mo."
"That kid."
Shijiu raised his eyebrows in surprise. "So he really has promoted Mo Ling."
Zuo Yuqing nodded in black, "Yes, he is already Mo Ling."
If he was not Mo Ling, he would never be seriously injured.
When wine brow frowned, his face was amazed.
This kid's talent is so high that he has been promoted from purple spirit to Mo Ling in just one month. Not to mention a few of them, it took Bai Qiyuan, the first of the cloudscape, to break through the purple spirit for three years. of.
Bu Yangzi really received a great apprentice this time.
If he can come back early, maybe this boy is his disciple. If there is such a talented disciple beside him, then he is absolutely invincible, and the position of the first elder of Fengshen is not his.
Pity……
Shijiu sighed silently, eyes full of jealousy and remorse.
Seeing Shi Jiu's thoughts, Zuo Yuqing's eyes flickered lightly, and he deliberately said, "Bu Yangzi this time added two such powerful disciples. I'm afraid this elder contest ..."
Shijiu's face was cold, and he sneered coldly.
"Well, what can the boy do if he is so powerful, is he afraid that he will not succeed."
He is already the peak of Bai Ling. Is he afraid that one of his newly promoted Mo Ling will not be able to succeed, and that boy is so powerful that he will not take him seriously.
Zuo Yuqing's eyes were dazzling, and the corners of his lips were slightly obscure. He bowed and said, "Master is so advanced that you can't be afraid of him, but Yu Qing is afraid that he will be the chief disciple." Yangzi will be even more powerful. "
Shijiu frowned, glaring angrily at Zuo Yuqing.
"Why, you're not sure you can win him?"
Zuo Yuqing's face flushed, and his face stiffened, "Master doesn't know. Although this man was promoted to Mo Ling, I don't know why, but his spiritual power is very strong. Although I did not confront him directly, his spiritual power When it came, I had no power to fight back. "
Thinking of the overwhelming overwhelming power of the Mose Spirit, Zuo Yuqing couldn't help shivering, and there was a hint of panic in the depths of his eyes.
If the distance of that blow is closer, and the force is more focused, perhaps he will be killed on the spot.
When Shi Jiu heard that, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "He is so powerful."
Yu Qing is already the triple of Mo Ling, and she says that she has no power to fight back. What about the boy ’s spiritual power?
The more you think about Shijiu, the more intense the remorse in your eyes, how can such a rare martial arts wizard be worshipped under Pu Yangzi's gate?
Zuo Yuqing nodded solemnly, "He not only has strong spiritual power, but also a magic weapon. He is also very powerful. This time the chief disciple contest, the disciples have no chance of winning."
Even if he does not have a weapon of divine mercy, he knows very well that he will not be his opponent, not to mention that he still has such a powerful weapon in hand, and he will never win him.
Shijiu squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, "If you don't have him, you have some confidence."
Zuo Yuqing's eyes brightened and he raised his chin with confidence.
"Without him, although the disciples are injured, they are still very sure."
The disciples of Fengshen College are all under Mo Ling, except for the two of them are Mo Ling. If he does not participate, then he will surely win, and the others will not be in his eyes.
Shijiu sneered vaguely, "Since this is the case, he can't participate."
Zuo Yuqing heard a successful smile on the corners of his lips.
It would be great if Master wanted to go out and save him from having to deal with the kid himself.
Bai Yufeng.
Murong Xuefei sat in the small courtyard, took out Feixue Bingyuqin and stroked joyfully.
The pure and transparent body like ice, coupled with the cold strings of ice, made Murong Xuefei feel instantly in the snow and ice.
This Fei Xuebing Yuqin is definitely the most beautiful piano she has ever seen. She likes this piano so much.
The slender white jade fingers could not help raising it gently, and a string of melodious piano sounds tilted out like clouds.
Leng Yihan next door stood in the courtyard, listening to the melodious sound of the piano, could not help but indulge in it.
Until the sound of the piano stopped, Leng Yihan stood still like a fool, unable to return to his mind for a long time.
At the end of the song, Murong Xuefei Fang touched the strings like a dream.
The sound quality of this Feixuebingyuqin is so good that it is far from ordinary guqin.
As a musical instrument, this piano is definitely a god-class, just as a weapon, I wonder how powerful it is?
Murong Xuefei thought, and brought Fengling power to her fingertips, stroking the strings again.
But no matter how she touched the piano, this snowy ice yuqin still had no attack power.
Leng Yihan listened to the messy sound of the piano, and frowned lightly on the wall.
In the silver moonlight, Murong Xuefei was dressed in white as a fairy in a dream, stroking the pure and transparent ice harp.
Seeing her clumsily transporting spiritual power at her fingertips and trying to exert force, Leng Yihan finally couldn't help speaking.
"This piano is not used that way."
The sudden cold voice made Murong Xuefei startled, and her fingertips shook instantly.
Murong Xuefei's face flushed "Teng", raising her eyes to look at the cold and cold standing on the wall with shame.
How long has he been here? Did he just see it just now.
Murong Xuefei was even more embarrassed at the thought of her awkward look just now.
Looking at Murong Xuefei's little red face, Leng Yihan's heart fluttered and he flew to her.
"I teach you."
Leng Yihan stood behind Murong Xuefei and leaned over to embrace her.
Unfamiliar masculinity struck, Murong Xuefei trembled suddenly, and her body became rigid immediately.
Feeling Murong Xuefei's nervousness, Leng Yihan's eyes darkened, but she did not recede, and still leaned over and stuck to her cheek.
The cold and cold approaching made Murong Xuefei even more nervous. Not only was a heart pounding, but even the delicate little face was flushed, hands and feet were nervous and did not know where to go.
Looking at Murong Xuefei's shy little appearance, Leng Yihan breathed, as if his whole body was so hot that he was out of breath.
Leng Yihan converged and lifted his spiritual power to suppress the restlessness in his heart.
Leng Yihan half wrapped Murong Xuefei and put his hand on the piano.
"Spiritual power is invisible. To turn it into power, you need to instill it on the piano, not on your fingertips."
Warm breathing, voice, and the male spirit that made her panic strike at her together, Murong Xuefei instantly couldn't help it, her head was blank, people were faint, and her small face was even more red. It seemed like blood was about to drip.
Murong Xuefei shook her little hand and drew her hand subconsciously, but was gently grasped by him.
"Don't move, I'll show you."
A warm breath sprayed into her ears, Murong Xuefei's heart shook again, her body tightened, but her hands did not retract obediently.
She didn't know why at this moment, she would listen to him, maybe his voice was too gentle, and maybe his big hands were too warm, she couldn't figure it out.
Leng Yihan held Murong Xuefei's small hand and Jun face was red.
Does this count as holding hands?
Leng Yihan's lip angle was raised uncontrollably, and she lifted the Fengling power in her body to press it on the piano, then held her little hand, and stroked gently on the strings, a blue aura followed A string of murderous rhythms rushed out.
A stone table not far away banged and shattered.
Murong Xuefei stared blankly at the broken stone table in front, completely stupid.
"Amazing……"
It's so powerful, it was just a click, and the stone table was broken like this.
Is he too powerful, or is this Fei Xuebing Yuqin too strong.
Looking at Murong Xuefei's dumb look, Leng Yihan chuckled.
"Want to learn?"
Murong Xuefei's eyes brightened, and she raised her eyes, "Can you?"
"I'll take you to practice."
Leng Yihan hooked his lips, holding the piano in one hand, and holding Murong Xuefei in one hand and flew out of the yard.
Murong Xuefei stared blankly at Leng Yihan Junyi's face, her head was blank again.
Seems to feel Murong Xuefei's eyes, cold Yihan turned his eyes.
Four eyes met, looking at the deep affection in Leng Yihan's eyes, Murong Xuefei's face turned red, and a heart jumped again.
A faint fragrance drifted into the tip of the nose, Leng Yihanqiang resisted the urge to kiss her, pressed her directly into her arms, and hugged her slowly toward the snowy ice field.
Murong Xuefei was tense, but instead of pushing him away, she lay on his chest obediently.
This person seemed to have appeared in her life out of thin air, came so suddenly, and so powerful, and fell into her heart without her preparation.
Maybe it was loneliness for too long, or she also longed for the happiness of Tanuki and Zi Ling. She didn't plan to take him away from her heart, but she hoped that he could take root and sprout from her.
Leng Yihan's love was stronger when he looked at the very well-behaved person in his arms.
Hands clenched her unconsciously, and kissed her head down.
If he could, he would hug her like this forever.