Ode to Longevity

"I'm... sure..." It seemed that all the strength in the body had been drained, and the cold sweat on Feng Qingge's forehead kept dripping. The whole person's clothes were completely wet with sweat. The moment the fire stick retracted her mind, she stumbled even more and nearly fell to the ground.

Well, what a terrifying strength...

Her whole body was already wet, Feng Qingge clenched her fists tightly, thinking of the natal flame used by Feng Yuan and Mo Yang, although it was small, it was enough to defeat her in cooking. This kind of natal flame, the food made out, completely beat her.

Going to the Jinluan Temple can learn this, she thinks it is enough!

Nodding his head, the fire stick looked at Feng Qingge with appreciation, this kind of pain, even a star master of any profound rank could not hold back, she was able to do this, it was already very remarkable.

"Well, I'll tell you how to open the flame of your destiny and refine your muscles. With me here, your success rate will also increase by 20%. In other words, your chance of opening the flame of destiny is 100%. Seventy of them!" For other people, if seventy percent of them can't turn on the flame of their own destiny, their body is also useless.

In the right hand, the medicinal herbs floated in the air, and the fire stick was in both hands. The forest white flames in the hands had already shot out. Before Feng Qingge could reflect, the dazzling formation had already been cast.

The pace under his feet shifted, but it was a regular step. Every print and hair hit the medicinal pill, the black impurities were slowly peeled off, and a faint medicinal fragrance came to the nostrils, with a fragrance of fragrance. , the unpleasant smell has long since disappeared.

Feng Qingge's eyes widened, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

In the right hand, the crystal clear medicinal pill has already fallen into the hands of the burning fire stick. He is still so indifferent, without the weak appearance of the ancient head, which shows that his spiritual power is very powerful. He threw the medicinal pill in his hand to Feng Qingge, and the fire stick said coldly: "Here you, after taking it, pulse according to my method."

"Okay!" Looking at the medicine pill in her hand, Feng Qingge tried to put it in her mouth, but just thinking that this thing was medicine, her face turned pale, and she quickly covered her mouth and suppressed the maliciousness. .

The burning stick's expression on the side was even more ugly. The corners of his mouth twitched and he said, "Although it has been a long time since I have made a medicinal pill, my skills will not be so bad that you want to vomit, right?"

"Uh... No, no, I'm naturally a little disgusted with medicinal herbs, a little... shy..." I couldn't help it, thinking of the bloody medicinal herbs, Feng Qingge opened the window, and spit it out with a wow, she said. I really can't stand the smell of medicinal herbs.

This move made Luo Xing, who was playing with the window open, stiff. The windmill in his hand fell from the second floor. He only knew that Feng Qingge wanted to practice and couldn't disturb him. He bought a windmill and planned to play with the wind. Thinking about it, I saw Feng Qingge open the window and vomit.

"Are you... all right? Could it be pregnancy?" Thinking of the most terrifying thing, Luo Xing's hairs stood on end. Of course he knew about the relationship between Mu Cangyun and Feng Qingge. When he accidentally hurt Feng Qingge, he was almost killed by Mu Cangyun with his eyes. She is his princess, and she is pregnant at this time. Namu Cangyun is going to marry Wei Na, which seems to be a bit tangled.

Feng Qingge's face sank, she glared at Luo Xing, and said coldly: "While playing, I'll screw your ears off if you talk nonsense."

Seeing the people outside the window slam the window shut, Luo Xing's heart was even more shocked. Could it be that she was really pregnant? No, he has to tell Mu Cangyun about such important news, he can't marry Wei Na, I'm sorry for his girl!

Wiping her mouth, Feng Qingge put down the medicinal pill in her hand a little depressed, and seeing the gloomy face of the burning fire stick, she said cautiously: "Well, sir, this medicinal pill will not be diluted, I will not eat anything. Change its potency?"

"You doubt my level of alchemy? If ordinary things can dilute it, I am a generation..." Coughing suddenly, the fire stick immediately suppressed what I was going to say next, and said coldly: "It will be fine. Yes, you eat first."

"Okay!" With a shout, Feng Qingge, in front of the fire stick, quickly took out the baked bun, broke it in half, sandwiched the ham and medicinal herbs, and after a few sips, he put it in his hand. ate something.

If the alchemy master saw this scene, he would have to jump out of the grave. Is this medicinal pill so unpalatable? It has to be eaten with bread!

Patting his stomach, Feng Qingge continued to ask, "What's next, uncle, tell me what to do?"

"Who the fuck is your uncle!" The fire stick was even more depressed, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the names Feng Qingge gave him was simply horrible. Little, does he really like the sticks like bamboo sticks now, or because he was struck by the lightning...

The cold light in the depths of his eyes flashed, and the fire stick took a deep breath of cold air. After his face returned to normal, he said indifferently: "Sit on this." Immediately afterwards, the blue ice cubes froze the entire bed, and a trace of cold air suppressed the surrounding temperature, making it terribly cold.

Feng Qingge could even imagine that when she sat on her hot butt, she would be frozen by this cold ice cube, and she would be bloody by then.

Reaching out and knocking on Feng Qingge's head, the fire stick said coldly: "What are you thinking about? I'm thinking about some mess in my head. This is an ice bed made of ice. When you extract the flame of your life, it can protect you. life. It's been made to feel cool and not stick to your ass."

"Pfft, you..." Before Feng Qingge could finish speaking, the fire stick reached out and patted her back, and that gentle force came out, dragging her body and flying above the ice. As if stepping into the South Pole with one foot, the icy cold upper body, Feng Qingge was even numb from the cold.

"If you don't sit down yet, let your anger sink into your dantian, luck!" The fire stick said coldly. Ordinary star masters spend an incense stick on it. If they don't have star power to protect their body, they will become ice cubes. This fat man still has time to be in a daze.

She sat down quickly, Feng Qingge clasped her hands in front of her, and the star power in her dantian revolved, quickly wrapping her body.

"Qi comes out of Dantian, goes around Baihui Point, goes to Yongquan, then to Rendu, and returns to Dantian." The cold voice sounded, as if it had slowed down a hundred times. Feng Qingge felt the star power in her body riot quickly, and it began to surge up along her own muscles.