My master is clingy

Jing Feng is now in the early stage of alchemy, the best target for training is the middle stage of alchemy, not too weak, just enough to stimulate Jing Feng's potential without really hurting Jing Feng.

Cultivator Nascent Soul has lived for 200 years, and many of his skills and spells are something that Jing Feng has never seen before.

Jing Feng's aptitude is very good, and his cultivation speed is also very fast, but he has already formed alchemy at the age of 19.What he lacks now is experience, and this kind of battle is very suitable for his growth.

The two fought inseparably, and the more Jing Feng fought, the more energetic and bright his eyes became.It's a pity that another Nascent Soul cultivator came out of the inn soon, and attacked Jing Feng with a strong smell of blood.

Mu Qinghan moved his fingers, and the body of another Nascent Soul cultivator was rigidly fixed in the air, unable to move at all.

With him present, Jing Feng's life would not be hurt by others.

Jing Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't bother to wipe it off. He learned what he learned and sold it now, and used the opponent's skills.

With a loud bang, Jing Feng backed up by tens of feet, and the other party couldn't please him, so he spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

Jing Feng, who had come to fight, didn't care about his injuries at all, and went straight up.

Mu Qinghan's fingers tapped slowly on the small table next to him, his light-colored glazed eyes couldn't tell the emotion.If you look carefully, Mu Qinghan's body would tense unconsciously when Jing Feng was injured, but Mu Qinghan's face was still calm.

If Jing Feng took the initiative to ask for help, he would not hesitate to rescue him, and would not add another scar to Jing Feng's body.

But Jing Feng is the kind of person who will not give up until he achieves his goal. Since he told Mu Qinghan that he wants to win, he will win no matter what.And he would never ask Mu Qinghan for help, in Jing Feng's view, he was bowing his head to Mu Qinghan.

Cultivator Yuan Yuanying had no intention of fighting, and his cultivation was suddenly suppressed, which meant that at least there were monks with aspirations and above.

Jing Feng felt that the other party was entangled even tighter if he wanted to escape, as if he would never stop dying.

The difference in mood made Jing Feng gradually gain the upper hand. After catching a fatal flaw in the other party, Jing Feng seriously injured the Yuan Yuanying monk.

"Are you crazy?!" the man yelled.

Jing Feng grinned, revealing a bloody smile, "Yes."

After speaking, Jing Feng rushed towards the opponent like a gust of wind, and the powerful wind blade cut his body continuously.

Painful sensations pricked his nerves densely, but he was already numb to this feeling.He has always worked hard, and the word giving up has never appeared in his mind.

The Zangfeng sword pierced the opponent's body, but his hand was also grabbed by the Nascent Soul cultivator, and the ulna had been crushed to pieces.Cultivator Nascent Soul's opponent is someone else, and the two of them should be hurting both sides now, and no one will be able to please anyone if this continues.

But his opponent is Jing Feng, Jing Feng is a person who will not stop even if his whole body is in pain.

His right hand is broken, but he still has his left.The scarred left hand held the dilapidated right hand, pushing and stirring the spikes into the opponent's body.

"what--!"

The Zangfeng sword not only destroyed the body of the monk Yuanying, but also destroyed the soul of the opponent.

Although he completely won, his body was like a broken bellows, with more air coming in and less air coming out.Jing Feng finally couldn't support his body, and half knelt on the ground.

Drops of blood hit the ground, mixing with the dust into a deep black color.Jing Feng's vision was a little blurred, he wiped away the blood that was about to flow into his eyes, and slowly raised his head.

"Master, I won for you to see."

That pair of wolf-like sharp eyes stared straight at Mu Qinghan's face, sitting on the soft seat, half of Mu Qinghan's face was hidden in the shadows, his lips were tightly pursed.

It took a long time for Mu Qinghan to open his lips, "Why bother?"

Mu Qinghan's words seemed to be full of sighs and helplessness, he got up from the soft seat, walked towards Jing Feng step by step, and finally stopped in front of Jing Feng.

Jing Feng looked at Mu Qinghan stubbornly, obviously his whole body was dying, but those eyes were so bright, as bright as a fire burning inside, and that fire was burning Mu Qinghan's heart.

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