The master of cultivating immortals protects me

Sometimes when he goes out to practice and encounters monster masters that he can't deal with, he will also shoot, but that is after he is knocked out by the monsters.

At this time, no matter Xu Laosi, Zongzheng Longqing and others are quietly paying attention to Fenghuang. The day's discussion has not officially started, but it has been involved in the expected climax. It is a pity that the development of things is not as good as theirs. As smooth as imagined, this long-awaited duel that seemed to be able to detect the details of the mysterious pair of brothers was over before it even started.

"it is good."

With his thin lips parted slightly, Feng Huang held up the light green cup filled with half a cup of tea between his two fingers, freed from the pressure of his fingertips, and turned into a blurred green light that stopped in front of Gongsun Zhuang in the blink of an eye.

A withered yellow autumn leaf swayed from side to side and fell lightly on the competition platform. Time seemed to stop flowing in an instant. There was no whisper of drinking and chatting, and even the sound of breathing became negligible.

The glass of wine that had only taken a sip stopped steadily less than a finger away from Gongsunzhuang. The monk who provocatively asked for a sparring just a moment ago was pale, his eyes blinked in a panic, and he was nervous and helpless. Staring at the wine glass that appeared in front of him without warning.

Even if it wasn't a weapon, as long as it hit him in the face, there was a possibility of death. It was the first time that Gongsun Zhuang felt death so close and truly.

There seemed to be a thin colorless thread wrapped between the wine glass and the slender fingers, Fenghuang's two fingers were slightly bent inward, and the emerald green jade cup containing the mellow wine returned to his hand in an instant, without even a drop of wine spilling.

"Advise me." The deep and mellow voice landed lightly, two bloodless white fingers slightly raised the emerald green wine glass to his lips, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and the mellow wine fell into his mouth without a drop.

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Tapping the table with his fingers, Xu Xiaofeng knew that he should sit quietly and practice now, but every time he closed his eyes, he couldn't calm himself down. Always upset like the last few days.

If he didn't know that he was a Baoling cultivator, Xu Xiaofeng would have thought that he was actually a heavenly spirit who was going through a period of retreat, and his emotions fluctuated like the sea in a stormy night.

"Master said, stay in the room properly until he comes back." Holding her head with one hand, Xu Xiaofeng looked at the open window and sighed for the one hundred and zeroth time. I can't fall asleep in bed, and it's boring to stay alone in the house, and the master doesn't take him with me when I go out.

They clearly agreed to stay together as much as possible, but the master actually ran away alone.

Well, the master just said that he would come back in an hour.

Xu Xiaofeng took a deep breath and lay back on the bed with all fours on his back. The white curtains became small color blocks, which kept moving in his field of vision, arranged like Lego blocks. The blurred face of a man...

Involuntarily stretched out his hand towards the curtain above his head but couldn't touch it. In the blink of an eye, those color spots disappeared completely. What Xu Xiaofeng saw was only the light-colored green gauze curtain of Songhe Tower. face.

"It's over, it's over!" Covering his face with his hands, Xu Xiaofeng rolled back and forth on the bed like someone had beaten him. If the luxurious bed in the west building wasn't spacious enough, he would have rolled to the ground long ago up.