The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 668 Great progress in strength, half-step Spirit Sovereign

Leng Wuyou spread out his palms, and a ball of nine-colored spiritual power spun and condensed in his palm. With the rotation, the nine-colored spiritual power instantly changed into a cloud of gray mist, and the mist condensed into a longbow. The gray longbow had strings but no strings. Arrow, Leng Wuyou holds the longbow in his hand, draws the bowstring, and when it reaches a full circle, a streak of gray energy automatically forms an arrow, and the arrow shoots straight to Jun Moyuan's eyebrows.

Jun Moyuan raised his brows slightly, and his clothes fluttered in the air. The crimson purple dress set him off like a fairy like a demon. He raised his palm slightly, and he had already caught the deadly arrow between his index finger and middle finger. , and this is not over yet, Leng Wuyou drew his bow and shot arrows again and again with a blank expression, one arrow after another came with a sharp cold light, his pace remained unchanged, he was still relaxed and casual, as if he was playing. Yanaka shuttled back and forth at will.

Seeing this scene, while Leng Wuyou had a new understanding of Jun Moyuan's strength in her heart, her expression became a little more serious. Compared with Jun Moyuan's strength, her own strength seemed not enough.

She retracted the longbow, spread her palms, and the gray longbow turned into a ball of spiritual power and dispersed. She stood tall under the poplar tree, and the yellowed leaves swayed and fell with the wind.

She has no expression on her face, but she is thinking about how to improve her strength in her heart.

Jun Moyuan saw her thoughts, chuckled, and walked slowly in front of her, "Qibao, your strength is not bad, if you compare it with other people, I'm afraid no one can catch your arrow, wait... You have broken through to the level of the Soul Emperor, and I will not fight you so easily."

Leng Wuyou didn't speak, although she knew in her heart that what Jun Moyuan said was right, but she still felt that her current strength was too weak.

If her thoughts were known to those who had practiced for countless years to reach the same strength as hers, they would all want to scold their mothers and form a group to put a sack on her.

After all, this is really too hateful!
Jun Moyuan stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Leng Wuyou's head, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Judging from your cultivation time, your achievements are now unprecedented." , Jun Moyuan stared at Leng Wuyou's belly, his expression was a little empty, what he was thinking at the moment was that the two of them would have better children in the future.

If Leng Wuyou knew what Jun Moyuan was thinking, he would just roll his eyes and tell him that the horoscope has not been written yet, and he thinks too much about children.

"Qibao is already very good." Jun Moyuan praised, "And Qibao, I don't recommend that you improve your cultivation level too quickly. You must know that cultivation level is to build a building on the ground. If you act too hastily, the foundation will be destroyed. If it is not stable, the house will be like a sand building, and it will face the danger of collapse at any time."

Leng Wuyou didn't worry about Jun Moyuan at all. Since she had this chaotic energy in her body, her cultivation base would be stable as long as she broke through, and she didn't need to train her specially. After all, the man is her own, so she replied in a very face-saving way: "Oh."

Jun Moyuan: I suspect that you are perfunctory, and there is evidence.

But forget it, who let the little girl be his own, and the little girl also has her own opinions, he has confidence in the little girl.

While the two were chatting casually, Chu Zhantian's voice sounded from outside the courtyard.

Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan looked up, and saw Chu Zhantian walking from outside, holding a hot gold card similar to an invitation in his hand.

His face was serious, his brows were frowned into a pimple, obviously he had encountered something difficult.

"Uncle Chu." Leng Wuyou greeted him very politely, invited him to sit at the stone table in the courtyard, raised his hand and poured him a cup of tea with a small celadon pot.

(End of this chapter)