Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner
Chapter 335 Fengji Pavilion Master, Black Spiritual Power
Chapter 335 Fengji Pavilion Master, Black Spiritual Power
It's just—what happened to Huaileng Pavilion's rebellion?
Moreover, Nan Fengqing remembered that Long Muming said that Mo Zhu was missing.
"Huai Leng Pavilion is the power established by Mo Zhu secretly. Mo Zhu is the lord of the first palace of the Dark Night Palace. He was rescued by my elder brother Xuan Shaoye when he was young. At that time, he was already a summoner. His talent Superb, the speed of advancement is second only to my brother, coupled with the unique talent of the holy pupil, the strength is extraordinary, and he is the youngest tenth-level master in Yunshang Continent." Xuan Mojue's voice was a little deep, and the blue robe Against the backdrop of the peach blossoms, he looks like a fairy, his eyebrows are slightly gentle, and his eyes are as clear as a spring, which makes Nan Fengqing feel a little moved.
Sure enough, the beautiful man is so seductive even when he is serious.
"Today's Huaileng Pavilion is divided into two parts, one part insists on respecting Mozhu, but this part is a minority, and the other part respects the new pavilion master, thinking that the previous pavilion master Mozhu no longer has the ability to command Huaileng Pavilion The ability, the two factions fought, and finally the second group won, Huaileng Pavilion has been replaced with a new pavilion owner, and Mo Zhu is missing, most people think he is dead." Xuan Mojue continued.
"Dead? Impossible - that young man with dark green pupils must have some trump cards. Even if everyone in Huaileng Pavilion besieged him, he would still be alive safely." Nan Feng pouted.
"You trust him so much?" Xuan Mojue's eyes flickered, and he looked at her quietly.
"No, it's—the scourge will last for thousands of years, have you heard of this sentence?" Nan Fengqing's lips curled into a bright smile.
"The scourge lasted for thousands of years?" Xuan Mojue really couldn't figure out how the quiet young Mo Zhu became the "scourge" that Nan Fengqing said.
"Probably that's what it means. In fact, he's not a scourge." Nan Fengqing said again.
"The new owner of Huaileng Pavilion is a man named Feng Ji. So, your token is probably useless." Xuan Mojue's voice was slightly heavy.
"Feng Ji?" Nan Fengqing had a deep impression of Feng Ji. A man in black seemed to appear in his mind. The spiritual power is deep black, even the flame in the palm is black, anyone who approaches him will feel uncomfortable.
His talent is destruction.
Suddenly, a ray of doubt appeared in Nan Fengqing's eyes, and he hurriedly asked Yinyue: "Is the spiritual power of all those who destroy the talent black?"
She remembered that the spiritual power of offering sacrifices to the sun was silver-white.
"Huh?" Yinyue rubbed her sleepy eyes and replied half asleep, "No."
"I remember Hui Se told me that. He said that the summoner with the talent of destruction has pure black spiritual power. Moreover, I know a person named Feng Ji who has the talent of destruction and pure black spiritual power. But the problem is, Jiyang is also a talent for destruction, but his spiritual power is not black." Nan Fengqing was puzzled and asked strangely.
"Oh, maybe that little snake Huise didn't tell you clearly." Yinyue blinked her fiery pupils, seemed to wake up a bit, and then said, "What is that Fengji called really black spiritual power? How can I I haven’t heard Xiao Snake say it, nor have I heard you say it?”
"This is not the point! You first tell me what is the difference in spiritual power among those who have the talent for destruction." Nan Fengqing's tone was a little impatient.
"It's no different. The summoners with the talent of destruction also have silver-white spiritual power. If there is really black spiritual power, it can only explain one problem—" Yinyue's ethereal voice carried a bit of a smile. The sound just stopped at the most important moment.
"What?" Sure enough, Nan Fengqing asked him with wide eyes curiously.
(End of this chapter)
It's just—what happened to Huaileng Pavilion's rebellion?
Moreover, Nan Fengqing remembered that Long Muming said that Mo Zhu was missing.
"Huai Leng Pavilion is the power established by Mo Zhu secretly. Mo Zhu is the lord of the first palace of the Dark Night Palace. He was rescued by my elder brother Xuan Shaoye when he was young. At that time, he was already a summoner. His talent Superb, the speed of advancement is second only to my brother, coupled with the unique talent of the holy pupil, the strength is extraordinary, and he is the youngest tenth-level master in Yunshang Continent." Xuan Mojue's voice was a little deep, and the blue robe Against the backdrop of the peach blossoms, he looks like a fairy, his eyebrows are slightly gentle, and his eyes are as clear as a spring, which makes Nan Fengqing feel a little moved.
Sure enough, the beautiful man is so seductive even when he is serious.
"Today's Huaileng Pavilion is divided into two parts, one part insists on respecting Mozhu, but this part is a minority, and the other part respects the new pavilion master, thinking that the previous pavilion master Mozhu no longer has the ability to command Huaileng Pavilion The ability, the two factions fought, and finally the second group won, Huaileng Pavilion has been replaced with a new pavilion owner, and Mo Zhu is missing, most people think he is dead." Xuan Mojue continued.
"Dead? Impossible - that young man with dark green pupils must have some trump cards. Even if everyone in Huaileng Pavilion besieged him, he would still be alive safely." Nan Feng pouted.
"You trust him so much?" Xuan Mojue's eyes flickered, and he looked at her quietly.
"No, it's—the scourge will last for thousands of years, have you heard of this sentence?" Nan Fengqing's lips curled into a bright smile.
"The scourge lasted for thousands of years?" Xuan Mojue really couldn't figure out how the quiet young Mo Zhu became the "scourge" that Nan Fengqing said.
"Probably that's what it means. In fact, he's not a scourge." Nan Fengqing said again.
"The new owner of Huaileng Pavilion is a man named Feng Ji. So, your token is probably useless." Xuan Mojue's voice was slightly heavy.
"Feng Ji?" Nan Fengqing had a deep impression of Feng Ji. A man in black seemed to appear in his mind. The spiritual power is deep black, even the flame in the palm is black, anyone who approaches him will feel uncomfortable.
His talent is destruction.
Suddenly, a ray of doubt appeared in Nan Fengqing's eyes, and he hurriedly asked Yinyue: "Is the spiritual power of all those who destroy the talent black?"
She remembered that the spiritual power of offering sacrifices to the sun was silver-white.
"Huh?" Yinyue rubbed her sleepy eyes and replied half asleep, "No."
"I remember Hui Se told me that. He said that the summoner with the talent of destruction has pure black spiritual power. Moreover, I know a person named Feng Ji who has the talent of destruction and pure black spiritual power. But the problem is, Jiyang is also a talent for destruction, but his spiritual power is not black." Nan Fengqing was puzzled and asked strangely.
"Oh, maybe that little snake Huise didn't tell you clearly." Yinyue blinked her fiery pupils, seemed to wake up a bit, and then said, "What is that Fengji called really black spiritual power? How can I I haven’t heard Xiao Snake say it, nor have I heard you say it?”
"This is not the point! You first tell me what is the difference in spiritual power among those who have the talent for destruction." Nan Fengqing's tone was a little impatient.
"It's no different. The summoners with the talent of destruction also have silver-white spiritual power. If there is really black spiritual power, it can only explain one problem—" Yinyue's ethereal voice carried a bit of a smile. The sound just stopped at the most important moment.
"What?" Sure enough, Nan Fengqing asked him with wide eyes curiously.
(End of this chapter)
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