Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Feng Qingran pursed her lips. Warcraft and spiritual beasts were completely different species.

Most spiritual beasts who practice spiritual cultivation are willing to make contracts with monks and never take the initiative to hunt and kill monks.

Most of the magical beasts who practice Qi are ferocious and unruly, and a very small number of magical beasts will surrender to the monks.

There is no incompatibility between monsters and monks.

Usually, except for the monsters raised by monks, they do not attack people.

Those naturally growing magical beasts, like monsters, will actively attack and hunt humans to improve their cultivation.

"Master, are magical beasts more valuable?" Feng Qing's teeth were as white as shells, and her big eyes were shining with starlight.

Ye Wentian: ...

I thought the young apprentice’s solemn look was because he was afraid!

"Little disciple, has your seventh senior brother abused you?" Ye Wentian looked at the colorful mysterious clothes on Feng Qingran's body.

Did Mo Jinghong want his young apprentice to wear the same clothes for the rest of his life? Did you just give this Xuanyi to Feng Qingran?

"No!" Feng Qingran shook his head.

Ye Wentian patted Feng Qingran on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Little apprentice, I understand. I have the same experience as you. Jinghong is the most stingy and takes my spiritual stone at every turn..."

"But I feel that the seventh senior brother is very generous?" Feng Qingran was confused, why did the master suddenly become emotional?

Ye Wentian felt even more distressed, "Little disciple, it's all my fault. If my master could control the financial power of Lingyun Sect, I would never let you live such a miserable life!"

Feng Qingran:......

Is there something in Master’s words?

Pretending not to understand.

Feng Qingran looked at Ye Wentian with a pair of bright and clear eyes, "Master, how can you control the financial power if you don't return to the sect?"

Ye Wentian's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly changed the subject, "Little apprentice, let's fish out the things in the river first."

Ye Wentian's eyes fell on the fat-headed fish, "Go and tell your companions to go away to avoid accidental injury later. If anyone who didn't leave for half a quarter of an hour is caught, don't blame me!"

"And if anyone dares to scream again and scare my little apprentice, I won't spare it!"

The fat-headed fish seemed to understand what Ye Wentian said and even nodded its front paw.

Ye Wentian drew his fingertips in the air and put the Chixiao Sword into its sheath.

The fat-headed fish scurried into the river.

"Master just let them go like this. What if they all come ashore and take revenge on us?" Feng Qingran's eyes were a little confused.

"I'm just afraid they won't come." Ye Wentian made a spell, and his clothes were completely new.

Suddenly, he was dressed in white, standing in the wind, his clothes were flying, as if he were a fairy, and his tall and straight figure looked even more like a jade tree facing the wind.

Feng Qingran's eyes widened, "Master, has your spiritual power recovered?"

"You recovered after entering here, you?" Ye Wentian glanced at Feng Qingran, "Little apprentice, why didn't you recover your spiritual power?"

Feng Qingran shook his head. Ye Wentian grabbed Feng Qingran's wrist and penetrated it with a ray of spiritual consciousness.

Ye Wentian said in confusion: "There are no problems with the spiritual roots, spiritual platform, spiritual consciousness, and tendons, shouldn't it?"

Ye Wentian checked himself again and understood what was going on.

"Little apprentice, maybe because you are building a foundation, there is insufficient spiritual energy here, which causes your strength to recover slowly. If you wait a little longer, you may be able to recover." Ye Wentian comforted.

Feng Qingran:......

Master is telling lies with his eyes open!

If the spiritual energy is really low, she should be the first to regain her strength!

"Master, actually you can tell the truth..."

Ye Wentian coughed awkwardly and said, "My little apprentice, I have always been honest as a teacher."

Naturally, he couldn't tell his young apprentice: You are a foundation builder, but you are too weak. The restrictions here only restrain monks below the Golden Core level.

Monks below the Golden Core level all use spiritual platforms to store spiritual energy.

The stored spiritual energy will naturally not be too much, and it will be easily dissipated.

That's why Feng Qingran was unable to recover his strength because he was in a place without spiritual energy.

But the monks above the golden elixir are different. The golden elixir seals the spiritual energy and will not dissipate easily.

If the spiritual energy that foundation building can store is only as big as a small courtyard.

Then the spiritual energy that a Golden elixir monk can store is as big as a palace.

Feng Qingran saw that Ye Wentian didn't want to talk, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Feng Qingran looked at the river, vaguely feeling that there was a crisis hidden in the water, "Master, it should be almost half a quarter of an hour, right? There is no movement in the water yet."

"Little apprentice, prepare to network the monsters!" Ye Wentian became energetic.

Wherever he, Ye Wentian, went, not a single leaf was left of anything that had no owner!

Ye Wentian waved his hand, and a transparent protective shield appeared on Feng Qingran's body.

Immediately afterwards, his consciousness penetrated into the river.

Ye Wentian's expression suddenly changed, his face became a bit colder, and his murderous intent was fully revealed.

Ye Wentian stepped on it, and a terrifying coercion rushed towards the river.

In an instant, the water in the river surged into the sky, and the vast river water was exploded. Countless fish shadows flew out of the river, some of them crashed back into the river, and some fish fell to the shore.

A huge whirlpool formed in the river, accompanied by an explosion.

The clear river water slowly turned into light red.

Ye Wentian's expression was indifferent, his eyes were moving, and the aura around him was sharp, exuding a faint golden light.

Chi Xiao flew out from behind him and plunged into the river.

Feng Qingran couldn't feel the heart-stopping pressure, but looking at the blood-stained river water, she understood that this was the result of Ye Wentian's attack.

Feng Qingran looked at Ye Wentian who was performing the magic technique, her beautiful eyes shining.

Is this the strength of the virtual god?