Week Two, I'm Really Not a Villain

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Top-notch and top-notch beauty

Qin Luo heard Tian Wenjing's intention to call himself back, and it was a little funny: "It's the first time you've seen me, how do you know that my understanding is mediocre?"

"I can see your savvy at a glance," Tian Wenjing's mouth twitched disdainfully.

"If you don't believe me, please answer me, how old are you this year, and how high is your cultivation?"

Qin Luo: "I am eighteen, and I have just been promoted to the ninth level of Qi Refining."

"Ha ha!"

Tian Wenjing laughed directly: "Me too, but after 13 years of hard training, I have been promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage, but you only have the ninth level of Qi Refining, which shows how many times my understanding is inferior to mine!"

Qin Luo was silent for a moment, and said: "There is indeed a big gap between our cultivation bases, but I only started practicing three days ago."

"Hehehe, it only started three days ago—huh?!"

Tian Wenjing's sneering voice stopped suddenly, shock appeared on her delicate and disdainful face, and she said angrily after a while: "You bragging, at least make a draft first, how could someone be promoted to the ninth level of Qi refining within three days? You Sister Qin Qingyue can't even do it!"

Qin Luo shook his head: "I'm not bragging, I did start practicing three days ago."

"You...you are shameless!"

Tian Wenjing was out of breath, and decided that Qin Luo had tricked herself into being a three-year-old child: "If you are promoted to the ninth level of Qi refining within three days, don't let my mother teach you the Tianyan method, let my mother remarry you!" !"

Qin Luo was surprised: "Can you count your words?"

"..."

"I won't talk nonsense with you!" Tian Wenjing waved her hands irritably, not wanting to argue with this dude anymore.

"In this way, I will first give you a book of skills to test your understanding. When you have mastered this book of skills, it means that you are qualified to practice the Tianyan method. At that time, you will come to my mother again."

After the words fell, Tian Wenjing raised her hand, took out a book of spells from the storage ring and threw it to Qin Luo.

Anyway, now that I have nothing to do, Qin Luo casually flipped open the technique and took a look. Unexpectedly, he only glanced briefly, and an inexplicable feeling of Taoism surged in his heart.

Tian Wenjing saw Qin Luo start to flip through the magic skills, thinking that he had fallen into her trick, and she was secretly happy.

The technique she threw to Qin Luo was called the Great Desolation Bending Heavenly Palm. It was a mid-level Heaven-level technique, and it was extremely difficult to practice. Rao herself, it took several years to master this technique. It is expected that Qin Luo has only reached the ninth level of Qi refining, and he will have to practice hard for at least several decades before he can fully understand the Great Desolation and Bengtian Palm.

"Although sacrificing a book of mid-level Heaven-level skills, as long as this little thief can stop thinking about the Heavenly Evolution Technique, it will be very worth it!"

"Zizzizizi..."

Tian Wenjing was secretly delighted when a burst of electricity suddenly entered her ears.

She subconsciously followed the sound and lowered her head, and saw Qin Luo flipping through spells with one hand, and pointing and gesticulating randomly in the air with the other hand, blue-purple lightning flashed in the palm of her hand.

"What kind of exercises does that little thief practice? Can he actually control the power of thunder?"

Tian Wenjing was startled, puzzled by the lightning flashing from Qin Luo's palm.

Then the next moment, she saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.

"rise."

Qin Luo gave a low snort, and suddenly raised the palm that was pointing and gesticulating to the air.

"boom!"

A palm print completely condensed by thunder rose into the sky, carrying an aura of desolation and destruction. It seemed that even the sky would be shattered in front of this palm.

Σ (дlll)

Tian Wenjing was frightened into an emoji in an instant, and recognized Qin Luo's thunder palm print at a glance, which was the Great Desolation and Bengtian Palm she just threw out!

Even, the aura of desolation contained in the Great Desolation and Bengtian Palm he played is more authentic and mellow than his own! ! !
"Boom."

Qin Luo just tried his hand a little. The thunder palm print turned into lightning and collapsed when it rose into the air. It didn't reflect the power of this spell technique, and it didn't damage the surrounding buildings in half.

"This book of skills is too simple. If you want to test my understanding, you should give me more difficult skills."

Qin Luo didn't know that the Great Desolation Bengtian Palm was a mid-level sky-level technique, so he thought Tian Wenjing just threw out a low-level technique to fool himself, so he threw the technique back to her.

Tian Wenjing took the cheat book silently, her small cherry mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, and finally only choked out a sentence: "When did you... when did you learn the Great Desolation and Bengtian Palm?"

Qin Luo didn't understand why, so he asked, "Didn't you teach me just now?"

"I just taught you..."

Tian Wenjing murmured and repeated, her little face full of doubts about life.

If she hadn't been aware that the Great Desolation and Bengtian Palm was an isolated copy of her mother's collection, and that there was absolutely no such technique in the outside world, she would definitely believe that Qin Luo had practiced the Great Desolation and Bengtian Palm in advance.

"I just taught you shit..."

"I've worked so hard to study the heaven-level magic skills for several years, but he can master it after just one reading... Could it be that he didn't lie to me, he really only took three days to advance to the ninth level of Qi refining??"

Tian Wenjing couldn't understand, and was greatly shocked.

"Wen Jing, is Mr. Qin here?"

At this time, a soft and gentle female voice came from upstairs.

Qin Luo turned his head, and his pupils froze with a casual glance.

I saw a beautiful lady coming down the stairs. She was wearing a bright red dress and gown. Three thousand black silks were coiled into a delicate bun on the top of her head. Her skin was as firm as fat and her face was like peach blossoms. The two tufts of skirts bulging in the front, the curvature and shape visible to the naked eye are full and full, and the whole body exudes an elegant and familiar atmosphere, which is completely different from the noble and cold Qin Qingyue.

"Is she Xiao Meiying?"

Qin Luo immediately guessed the identity of the beautiful lady. At this moment, he suddenly understood why so many LSP players wanted to tell Tian Wenjing the quintessence of China on the official website of the previous life.

Those players must have seen Xiao Meiying.

Everyone scolds Cao thief, but everyone wants to be Cao thief.

Tian Wenjing also turned her head to look at the beautiful lady, but she was still in the shock Qin Luo gave her, and she was dumb for a while, not knowing what to say to her mother.

"Under Qin Luo, I have met Xiao Guoshi."

Qin Luo cupped his hands, showing the standard etiquette for juniors to meet seniors.

Xiao Meiying's eyes fell on him, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes showed surprise at first, and then her red lips smiled softly: "Nephew Qin, you don't need to be polite, your mother and I used to be old acquaintances, if you don't mind, Just call me Aunt Xiao."

Qin Luo understood that the other party was being polite. Xiao Meiying might know his mother, but the relationship between the two would definitely not be that close, otherwise Fulin would have told him about it before coming to Tianji Pavilion.

"Okay, this junior has met Aunt Xiao."

Qin Luo changed his mind and said that he wanted to practice the Tianyan method with Xiao Meiying, and it was always right to bring the relationship between the two closer.

Xiao Meiying saw that Qin Luo's words and deeds were so respectful and self-restraining, like a modest gentleman, and it was completely different from the rumored dandy image in the outside world, and her peach blossom eyes showed a bit of appreciation.

(End of this chapter)