Fast wear strategy female with poison

Chapter 1612 Strategies...Master, double cultivation?

But Feng Jing looked around, as if she was looking around, hoping that someone would accept her as a disciple.

Yes, no matter how you say it, according to human age, she is only a 16-year-old girl. In front of so many people, encountering such an embarrassing thing, even an adult would not be able to bear it, let alone her She is still a spoiled young lady.

In fact, the main reason is that her pretty face has won a lot of points.

Just when everyone was silent, Songzhu, the youngest of the three elders, stood up, coughed, cleared his throat and said: "Since no one else is willing to accept this little girl as a disciple, then I will..."

Elder Songzhu hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt a pain in his neck and collapsed on the ground stiffly.

"Elder Songzhu!" A group of people exclaimed, and quickly helped the people on the ground up.

Daoist Yunji glanced at it calmly, "It's nothing, just passed out, just take a rest."

"Then elder, what about the little girl left?" Someone asked, looking at the scenery standing alone in the middle of the square.

Feng Jing was very quiet, even frowning. In her memory, she was indeed the disciple of Elder Songzhu in the original text, but the elder Songzhu passed out before he finished speaking.

If there is no one to choose the scenery, then she can only leave.

Fei Ziyuan said to Tie Jizi: "Master, Feng Jing is my friend, can't you accept her as your apprentice?"

"This..." Tie Jizi seemed concerned.

"I assure you, people with good looks are not bad! If you have master to teach you, you can definitely teach people with good looks!"

Seeing the newly recruited apprentice pleading for mercy, Tie Jizi couldn't help but soften his heart. He thought for a while, then stood up and said, "If you don't want to guard against it, let me..."

The same words were not finished, and everyone saw Tie Jizi fainted on the ground again.

The others were in a hurry to help them up again, while Taoist Yunji drank tea calmly, "I think it's because of some kind of wind-cold illness recently, it's an infection."

nonsense!Can the body of a cultivator be so fragile! ?
Now, no one can stand up.

Feng Feng pursed her lips, because she was disappointed that she didn't see Wu Ya, and in the eyes of others, it was disappointment that no one was willing to accept her as a disciple.

There are those who gloat about her misfortune, and those who sympathize with her.

Scenery waved his hands chicly, "I'm going down the mountain first, and I'll come back next year."

It's free and easy.

No one blocks the scenery.

She walked all the way to the mountain gate, looked at the flying cranes in the sky, and inexplicably thought of Yu Kun. Of course, she didn't know if Yu Kun was just a person in a fantasy, but she suddenly felt that he had been haunting him before. Seeing myself being noisy, it was much more lively than the deserted one now.

Suddenly, a crane flew towards her, Feng Feng thought that the crane was just passing by, but unexpectedly, the crane's claws grabbed her shoulders and took her up into the air.

"Hey!" Knowing that cranes are spiritual, Fengjing shouted loudly, "Let me go!"

The crane just gave a long cry.

Fengjing struggled for a while, and when she was about to transform into a dragon, the crane let go of her claws again, and her body began to fall from a high altitude. She was not afraid of the feeling of falling, anyway, she could fly...but Tragically, she suddenly found herself unable to fly.

To be precise, after she entered a mountain area, her mana could no longer be used.

"Ah!!!!" Fengjing covered his eyes and yelled, "Help!!!"

The speed of the fall was extremely fast, and she could imagine that it would not take long for her to fall to the ground and turn into a puddle of flesh. This is the most unacceptable way to die!

Fengjing covered her eyes and dared not look, thinking silently that she would fall to the ground in a few seconds, but when she counted No.30 "three, two, one" again, the pain did not hit.

She quietly opened her eyes a crack, and through the cracks of her fingers, she saw a man's gentle smiling face.

Scenery was taken aback for a moment, and completely put down his hand.

This is a house surrounded by bamboo forests, and she is in the yard of the house at the moment, and she is sitting in... this man's arms.

The man is dressed in white and has white hair. His face is indescribably handsome. There is a smile in his obsidian eyes, which are like a pool of clear water. Don't dare to blaspheme.

His thin lips were slightly raised, showing a charming arc, and even his voice was as soft as the wind, "With me here, why panic?"

He raised his hand and flicked her forehead, and a chuckle escaped from the corner of his lips.

Captivating.

(End of this chapter)