After giving up on love, the female supporting role dominates the world of immortality

A stick of incense will soon burn out.

Zhang Miaomiao sat on the chair, tapping her fingers on the table.

The headless sword spirit was still scratching his head and had no intention of showing off his spell.

The long wait made Zhang Miaomiao's patience almost exhausted. She couldn't help but wonder if this broken sword was trying to tease her and delay time, right?

"Have you thought about it?" Zhang Miaomiao said impatiently.

The headless sword spirit trembled in shock. His brain had been leaking for so many years, and his memory had long since disappeared. Moreover, he vaguely remembered that when he followed his former master, he was not a studious person.

Those intermittent scenes told the Headless Sword Spirit that his former master was an all-rounder and knew everything. He regarded him as a close friend, so he often transformed into a free teacher and studied with him as a good friend. But there is no need to learn those magic formulas for the Headless Sword Spirit. When fighting, he only needs to lie down with his cheating former master holding him, and he can fight against all the invincible opponents in the world.

Therefore, when the former master taught him, in order not to hurt his master's feelings, the headless sword spirit only had to memorize the secrets and spells once. After learning it, he turned around and did it perfunctorily. How could he not remember it so easily? I know the tricks I learned many years ago.

But the incense stick burned shorter and shorter, and Zhang Miaomiao's patience became less and less.

The Headless Sword Spirit knows that when the incense stick burns out, it will be his death!

The headless sword spirit, who didn't want to be broken into eight pieces, trembled and said, "It's almost! It's almost! Don't rush it!"

He looked anxious, like a bad student who was named and endorsed by the teacher but forgot all about it.

The headless sword spirit was very regretful. Why did he accept Zhang Miaomiao's sacrifice? Why did he covet the eight thousand spiritual stones!

Why was he so lazy back then and unwilling to memorize just a few spells?

If I had studied hard back then, I wouldn't have rushed to the shelves now, because if I couldn't recite a sentence, my current owner would wipe my neck!

"Time's up." Zhang Miaomiao's cold voice sounded.

The headless sword spirit looked at Zhang Miaomiao who stood up and slowly approached him with a knife, and was so frightened that he retreated to the wall.

He wished he could take off Heiwu's head on the spot and shake it, hoping to learn something from it.

The blade was pressed against his neck, and the headless sword spirit closed its non-existent eyes.

The threat of death really reminded him of something!

In an instant, another picture flashed by.

A young man with black hair and white clothes stood on a cliff. In front of him was the surging river and the black dragon leaping into the air. The face of the magnificent owner could not be seen clearly, but he must have looked like a celestial being.

His voice was ethereal and ethereal, and when he raised his sword to face dozens of large dragons that were hitting him on the head, it was not false at all.

The young man held Long Yuan, who still had only a layer of iron, in one hand, and the spell scriptures in the other hand, which he was learning and selling now.

When he saw a line of words, he sang softly like gurgling water, and his beautiful voice sounded like dewdrops on bamboo leaves.

"Long Yuan, if you don't memorize other magic formulas well, you can memorize this one for me. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you can't memorize it, you will be torn into pieces by my daughter!"

Taking back the scriptures, amid the roar of the dragon, the young man rode his sword straight into the air to avoid the black dragon's attack.

The black dragon crashed into the cliff, and the rocks rolled down. After it hit the ground empty, it roared and rushed towards the young man in the air.

The young man smiled slightly and threw the flying flowers in his hand. He pinched his chest and shouted,

"The Southern Vermilion Bird, the leader of all birds. The elixir hole is transformed, and the blue thunder flows. It has five colors and six sacred images. Come and guide me, tear the dragon to pieces!"

When the words are finished, the technique is completed!

A cry pierced the sky.

In an instant, the flying flowers turned into countless dazzling red strange birds - Suzaku.

Suzaku flapped its wings, breathed fire from its mouth, and clawed hard at the black dragon's eyes.

No matter how big the black dragon is, it can't resist the sharp claw attack of countless Suzakus. Before it can resist for a while, its eyeballs have been scratched to pieces - it is blind.

The giant dragon fell against the ruins and was dying.

Long Yuan saw his former master strolling up to the black dragon lying on the cliff. Amidst the moans of the black dragon, he pried off the scales on the black dragon's body, touched the black dragon's chin, and removed the only reverse scale on the black dragon's body - a colorful white scale.

After a while, Long Yuan was turned into a bald dragon.

Then, the young man pressed the scales he had pried off onto Long Yuan's body on the spot.

And the black dragon's reverse scale was placed on the tip of Long Yuan's sword.

Presumably the head lost by the headless sword spirit was the reverse scale!

However, it is no longer important to have a headless head. What is important is to show the little ancestor in front of him the spell to summon the Suzaku!

The headless sword spirit hurriedly said, "I remembered! I, I, I can summon Suzaku!"

Zhang Miaomiao didn't trust this sword spirit.

Suzaku is one of the four spirits in the sky. It is auspicious, noble and pure. Even the most powerful magic masters today may not be able to summon Suzaku.

She took a half-step back in disbelief. Zhang Miaomiao has decided that if Sword Spirit lies to her, she will definitely tear him apart to pieces.

The headless sword spirit tried hard to recall the figure of his former master when he was making the secrets in his mind. He had scattered a handful of flowers in his hand first. In order to avoid making mistakes, the headless sword spirit also decided to find a medium, so he said, "Summoning Suzaku requires an item."

Although he had just learned this technique, his former master could learn it immediately after reading it once. It must not be difficult, so the Headless Sword Spirit is quite confident.

Zhang Miaomiao saw that he was confident, so she took out the dressing mirror and handed it to him.

The headless sword spirit signaled Zhang Miaomiao to take another half step back. He was afraid that the red bird would spit fire and burn Zhang Miaomiao, and then placed the dressing mirror on the ground.

He imitated his former master's behavior, looking at the dressing mirror on the floor and squeezing his chest.

Only a faint light appeared on his white fingertips.

Zhang Miaomiao was delighted. Could it be that he really knows magic?

The headless sword spirit had a serious face and gave an order, "The Southern Vermilion Bird, the leader of all birds. The elixir acupoint is transformed, and the blue thunder is flowing. The five colors, the six sacred images. Come and guide me, tear the dragon to pieces!"

With a bang, the headless sword spirit smiled evilly and turned around. A real man never looks back to see the explosion!

"How's it going? My magic skills are pretty good. Suzaku is an ancient divine beast. Today I'm going to do a little trick to let you see Suzaku's true form, which will be an advantage for you. If you want to learn more, just treat me more. Be more respectful. If you don't want me to be my disciple, please come~" The headless sword spirit pretended to be profound.

The expected words of praise did not appear, and the girl behind him smiled coldly, "Good skills? Apprenticeship? Do you want to see what you have become?"

The headless sword spirit felt that something was wrong. He shook his head and turned back.

The dressing mirror on the ground was gone, replaced by a stripped bald chicken.

why?

Why, even as a beginner, could his former master conjure up a colorful Suzaku with a wave of his hand, while he, confident and confident, could conjure such a thing with a tremor?

The Headless Sword Spirit has never understood in his life that under the same teacher, the same books, and the same teachings, the gap between a top student and a poor student is as big as heaven and earth.

As if mocking his incompetence, the bald chicken widened its black eyes like beans, opened its mouth and made a sound that sounded a bit funny.

"Cluck da~cluck da~"

After looking at the headless sword spirit for a moment, it seemed to recognize the strange-looking headless sword spirit as its biological parent. It jumped to the headless sword spirit's side and circled around him.

During this period, the bald chicken kept flapping its featherless wings, blowing smoke from its mouth, and kept "clack, cluck, cluck."

It's over, he's really going to be torn into pieces.

The headless sword spirit "forced a smile", he picked up the chicken and explained, "There was a little accident, but it was definitely Suzaku. Look at this little chicken, he sprayed all his hair without paying attention. ”

"Eat my eight thousand spirit stones and turn my dressing mirror into a bald chicken." Zhang Miaomiao took out the knife again and said with a smile, "I allow you to say your last words~"