The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

After giving each of them an ineffective pill, Yun Ying asked Feng Jing: "What were you thinking about just now?"

Feng Jing blushed, she was embarrassed to say.

Yunying also never liked to press others, seeing that he didn't say anything, she changed the question in a polite manner: "When did you learn that move, Jie Yanghui?"

Feng Jing blushed even more: "It's just... when I was practicing arrows, I accidentally thought of this situation, what should I do if I was caught in the body, and I thought that I could use your saber skills."

Yun Ying nodded approvingly and said: "You have learned very well, but bows and knives are different after all, and they are still not sharp enough. Brother Su's old injury from the day before yesterday has not fully recovered, and the fist shadow is not complete yet, so I can be used by you. Pick out loopholes, if he comes in full bloom, you may not have this opportunity."

Feng Jing immediately asked for advice: "Then what should I do to make up for this problem?"

"I'll think about this later, I really can't come up with any good solution in a hurry." Yun Ying said after thinking, "But I think, you can practice heavy sword and sky silk first, and find the best solution between the two. The strength suitable for the bow..."

"Ahem!" Su Minglang suddenly coughed.

What are you doing!Have you forgotten that he is here?

Yunying looked back at Su Minglang, and said seriously: "Senior Brother Su, is he aware of his problem?"

"My question?" Su Minglang looked strange, thinking that his question probably should not come in and be a spoiler when he is in love with each other.

Yun Ying looked at him and said, "Senior brother's fisting intent is not fanatical enough."

Su Minglang was startled for a moment, and then he understood.

What Yun Ying meant was that the reason why he and his own fist shadow could not fully integrate was because he was not fanatical enough.

Yunying's way is to live towards death, and to hone her sharpest knife in the crisis of surviving.

Feng Jing's way is to investigate the cause and effect, to pursue the cause and effect, and to chase the cause and effect as soon as the arrow leaves the string.

In comparison, what is Su Minglang's way?

It's war, fighting to the death, throwing away reason and life, just looking for a fierce battle.

Whether in the past or now, this is his unswerving way.

But now, probably because of being controlled by Xue Manman, although he firmly believes that his way is not wrong, he still unconsciously feels fear.

The fear of losing your mind.

It is very faint, very shallow, difficult to grasp, and even Su Minglang didn't realize in the past that all the things he did were just to avoid losing his mind.

It wasn't until this moment that Yunying broke through the fog that Su Minglang suddenly felt that there was no more shadow in his eyes.

"That's right, that's what happened..." He whispered.

Suddenly, the air of heaven and earth gathered into a small vortex, pouring in from the top of Su Minglang's head, causing his aura to rise steadily, breaking through several critical points with ease.

When he stopped, he was already at the fifth level of blood refinement, his pupils were like a bear and a snake, one was round and the other was upside down, it looked quite strange, but also wonderfully harmonious.

Feng Jing watched his rising momentum, and said to Yun Ying: "I really can't beat him now."

"Not necessarily, realizing it doesn't mean it can be done right away. And..." Yunying smiled at him, and Feng Jing felt her heart go blank for a moment.

But Yun Ying asked: "Why did you lose your mind just now?"

Feng Jing blushed again: "I... I was..."

It was indeed because Su Minglang's words were distracted.