The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"Do you remember the method I taught you to collect information before? It's similar to that. By storing a ray of spiritual energy on the other party, you can perceive the other party's every move more clearly, but this method must be close to each other to be effective."

Cui Zun said so.

Yun Ying wrote down the method and told Feng Jing.

Feng Jing frowned and stared at her mouth with wide eyes, and only after hearing her say it three times intermittently did she understand what she meant, and she really handed out a wisp of fiery red spiritual energy, wrapping it around her neck.

In an instant, Feng Jing noticed the difference.

It was as if he could see and feel very closely with his spiritual sense, and he could even feel the pulse in the blood vessels in Yunying's neck.

Feng Jing was slightly taken aback, but soon came back to her senses, and motioned Yun Ying to say a few words.

Although they couldn't hear the truth this time, they guessed better. After all, they sensed more about each other's larynx, lips and tongue, so they could naturally get more information.

The two talked slowly and cautiously like deaf people, of course, it was mainly Feng Jing who was talking.

Yunying has experienced the life-and-death battle just now, experienced the pain of cutting off the meridians, and even now the pain is so severe that it would kill her to move, just now she took a breath to talk to Feng Jing, now the breath is released, She naturally didn't want to move any more, she lay down on the table and tried her best to keep her eyes open and stare at Feng Jing's face.

Feng Jing was worried that Yun Ying would really be unable to hold on and fall into a coma, so she suddenly raised two fingers in front of her eyes, and a wisp of Qinglian Jinghuo was faintly flickering at her fingertips.

Just like controlling the flame in the fire bell jar that night before, Feng Jing attached her spiritual consciousness to the pure fire again at this time, stretching it into a long and thin line of fire, as thin as a hair, and then twisting back and forth , folded into various complex patterns.

The first is a pattern of bogus flowers, the blue fire wire is pulled back and forth, and crocheted into a lightweight vase. Yunying was already sleepy and flustered, but seeing the fire wire's meticulous outline, it was like being hypnotized. heavier.

Suddenly, the "vase" exploded silently, and the flames rose suddenly, burning towards Yunying's eyes.

Yunying was startled, and wanted to hide back, but when she moved a little, the pain that had been relieved just now came back again.

Yun Ying slowly covered her cheeks with her hands, to block her grinning expression.

Qinglian Jinghuo returned to a docile lotus shape, burning faintly at Fengjing's fingertips.

"Are you awake?" Feng Jing turned her head to look at Yun Ying, secretly sighing that this girl's face is too small, and she can't see all her facial features with one hand.

Yun Ying couldn't hear what Feng Jing said, but knew that he was coming closer, gritted her teeth and slowly moved her hands away, staring at him with murderous eyes.

Feng Jing laughed loudly: "It seems that he is awake!"

Sober of course!

Sleepiness and pain were entangled together, causing the back of Yunying's head to twitch with dull pain, and also lost her usual calmness and rationality.

Seeing Feng Jing teasing like this, she really wanted to punch him!

After Feng Jing laughed, she suddenly turned serious: "Stop looking at me like this, I can't really let you fall asleep and let others slaughter you! Alright, let's get down to business!"

For a moment, Yun Ying, who was unresponsive, really believed his words, but soon, she gritted her teeth and realized that she was already like this, so what else could she do!
Mirage's resentment is somewhere in this city, should she drag this body that is almost falling apart to fight against the resentment?
"If you want to laugh, I just laugh, don't hold back!" Yun Ying said angrily.