My cute little junior sister is too curly

Chapter 22 Qianyuan Burning Blood Art

And the monks who can really break through the Nascent Soul must have qualifications, opportunities, resources, comprehension, and tenacity.

On the mainland of Kyushu, there are very few people who can meet this condition.

Of course Zhou Jiran also knew what Zhang Bing's subtext was. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and he said, "There is another way to break through the Nascent Soul in your 20s, and that is to practice the Qianyuan Burning Blood Kung Fu to burn the blood. Shouyuan forcibly raised his cultivation base at the price."

Zhang Bing shook his head, "The things related to Qianyuan Burning Blood Art were all destroyed hundreds of years ago, so it is impossible for him to have them."

Hearing Zhang Bing's words, Zhou Jiran frowned slightly. In fact, he didn't really believe that Mo Jinghong, who had a noble and unparalleled temperament, would practice Qianyuan Burning Blood Kung Fu.

Besides, what a cultivator pursues is to live the same life as the heaven and the earth.

The method of cultivating with Shouyuan is extremely risky, and if you are not careful, you will die suddenly.

Generally, no one would be stupid enough to practice this kind of exercise!
Hu Yunxiang said, "What you said is not quite right. Most of the people who practice Qianyuan Burning Blood Kungfu are old and ugly, but that young man's appearance is astonishing. He looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, not quite like him. "

"Then it must be taking Zhuyan Pill." A team member continued.

Zhang Bing was even more unconvinced, "Zhuyan Pill is an eighth-grade elixir, why should a person who can get the eighth-grade elixir practice the Qianyuan Burning Blood Kungfu? It doesn't make sense, Captain, let's report this matter to the city lord first."

Zhou Jiran waved his hand to signal that everyone dispersed, leaving Su Yanran alone, "Don't be afraid, little girl, they all say that you know those two people, can you tell us about their situation in detail?"

Su Yanran showed panic, "I'm afraid of being retaliated."

"Don't be afraid, even if Moxiu wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't dare to be so blatant, especially in the casting city." Seeing Su Yanran's pitiful look, Zhou Jiran lowered his voice.

"I... I know one of them. Her name is Feng Qingran. She seems to have joined a sect called Lingyun Sect. I don't know that man, but he must be a demon cultivator!" Su Yanran said timidly.

Su Yanran began to tremble as she spoke, "I'm afraid they will retaliate against me, can you arrest them!?"

Su Yanran had tears in her soft eyes, as if she was terrified.

"We will find a way to find those two people, but if you can draw a picture of those two people, it will be easier for us to catch them." Zhou Jiran said seriously.

Su Yanran's eyes were gloomy, with a strange light shining, "I can draw for you, but you can't confess me."

Deep thought flashed across Zhou Jiran's eyes, and he took out his unique rice paper and ink pen, and handed them to Su Yanran.

Su Yanran took it, her heart was excited, and the foundry city was an enemy, she wanted to see how Feng Qingran could turn around?
Su Yanran quickly drew a portrait of Feng Qingran, but because of her jealousy, she deliberately reduced Feng Qingran's beauty.

When she wanted to draw Mo Jinghong again, her hands were in mid-air.

No matter what, she couldn't remember the specific appearance of Mo Jinghong, she only remembered that Mo Jinghong was tall and straight, dressed in white, and his appearance was peerlessly handsome, unmatched by anyone.

"Little girl, what's the matter?" Zhou Jiran asked Su Yanran when he saw that Su Yanran was still not writing.

"I can't draw that man." Su Yanran wrote several times, but she didn't get any ink.

The doubts in Zhou Jiran's eyes flashed past, and he said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then the little girl's time will not be wasted.

Zhou Jiran casually pointed to a team member, "Send the little girl back."

Su Yanran originally wanted to say more about Mo Jinghong, but when she found that she couldn't say anything, she was horrified and didn't dare to keep any more.

Seeing Su Yanran leave, Zhou Jiran asked the team members to find some people who had been watching just now.

Some people hadn't left yet, but within a few breaths, the team members brought over a dozen people.

Zhou Jiran interrogated them one by one, and found that everyone no longer remembered Mo Jinghong's face, and they couldn't tell anything about Mo Jinghong's characteristics.

Even Feng Qingran's appearance slowly disappeared from everyone's minds.

Zhou Jiran thanked everyone and asked the team members to send them away.

Zhou Jiran raised his hand and burned Feng Qingran's portrait, and said solemnly: "Zhang Bing, order me down, this matter ends here, no further investigation."

"Why?" Zhang Bing was puzzled.

"This person cannot be investigated, at least not in the open. I will report to the city lord and let him handle it." Zhou Jiran's eyes showed fear.

He clearly took one last look at Mo Jinghong, but now he couldn't remember any of Mo Jinghong's characteristics.

Some memories flashed in Zhou Jiran's mind, and he murmured to himself: "Is the descendant of that family coming back for revenge? It seems that the mainland of Kyushu is in chaos, and the right way is to protect oneself wisely!"

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Lingyunzong, the tenth peak.

Feng Qingran woke up leisurely, opened her almond eyes, and met Mo Jinghong's deep eyes.

Mo Jinghong withdrew his fingers that were placed between Feng Qingran's eyebrows, and the red mark between Feng Qingran's eyebrows also disappeared.

Feng Qingran looked around, her eyes full of luxury, "Senior Brother Seven, what's wrong with me?"

She only remembered that she wanted to kill Su Yanran, and then she was haunted by an inexplicable emotion, and she couldn't remember it after that.

"Junior Sister, haven't you noticed something special about your body?" Mo Jinghong asked back.

"Special?" Feng Qingran immediately circulated the spiritual energy in his body, his eyes sparkled, "I have reached the twelfth level of Qi refining! I... I haven't practiced for a month, why did I suddenly advance?"

"Senior Brother Seven, is there something wrong with my body?"

Mo Jinghong raised his hand and tapped Feng Qingran's forehead, and looked at Feng Qingran like a fool.

"Junior Sister, apart from looking for people every day, you spend the rest of your time hiding in your room to practice, and you think that all the tea you drink is for nothing?"

Feng Qingran suddenly realized, "It turns out to be like this, Senior Brother Qi, your tea looks pretty good, can you give me two catties?"

"No." Mo Jinghong directly refused.

This little junior sister probably doesn't know what kind of tea she is drinking!

"Senior Brother Seven, you are so stingy!" Feng Qingran curled her lips, feeling aggrieved.

"I'll give it to you if I break through the Foundation Establishment within two years." Mo Jinghong said softly.

Feng Qingran smiled instantly, "It's a deal! If I break through the golden core within two years, can I give you a few more catties?"

Mo Jinghong didn't answer, stood up, turned around and left, "Junior Sister, let's practice after resting."

"Hey! Seventh senior brother, you are too stingy! It's just a few catties of tea." Feng Qingran said to Mo Jinghong's back.

Mo Jinghong laughed angrily, walked out of the cave, and left without looking back.

Feng Qingran didn't chase after her, but took out the sound transmission talisman, and began to ask every day, "Brother, how many books have you memorized? Do you have any experience? Do you feel a breakthrough?"

"Second Senior Brother, have you practiced today? How many books have you read?"

"Fourth senior brother, how is your perception? Are you lazy? I'm about to build a foundation, if you don't hurry up, I'll catch up with you!"

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After Feng Qingran sent them one by one, she suddenly sighed, "This is too troublesome, if only one sound transmission talisman could send a message to everyone."

"Yuanbao, is there any higher-level sound transmission symbol in my space?"

"Master, no, the upper realm... even the immortals who have reached the level don't know how to use sound transmission charms." Yuan Bao rejoiced in the space, and almost slipped his mouth.

Feng Qingran narrowed her almond eyes, "Then what do they use?"

"They can shrink the ground to an inch and move to where they want to go in an instant. They don't need this kind of sound transmission charm." Yuan Bao didn't know that it fell into Feng Qingran's pit unintentionally.

Feng Qingran snorted, another question came to mind, "Yuan Bao, can I make a contract with you as long as I am a monk?"

"No, if other people make a contract, they can only contract with the jade bracelet and get a Xumi space. The only person who can contract with me is you, the master, and if other people contract with the jade bracelet, they can only get the things on the third floor at most. .”

The biggest difference between the void space and the Xumi space is that the void space can create a world as long as the original things are found.

And the Sumeru Space can never be promoted to the void space, at most it can only be promoted to the Qiankun Space.

If there is enough aura in the Qiankun space, it can accommodate spirit beasts and plant spirit plants and fruits.

Feng Qingran completely let go of the grievances in her heart. In this way, there will be no causal involvement between her and Su Yanran.

Yuan Bao thought that Su Yanran had been coveting the master's jade bracelet, "Master, the jade bracelet is just a container for space, it's not important, if you want, you can put the void space on any container."

"But it was left to me by my mother." Feng Qingran hesitated.

"How much is the master's mother's cultivation level?" Yuan Bao had no way of knowing the outside world when he did not have a contract with Feng Qingran.

(End of this chapter)