"In one year, I can only practice like this. I don't know what my master can do if he changes to me."
The white dragon holding the sword came around in front of him. Feng Bingwen looked at this majestic and strange white dragon and muttered to himself.
This is a related product that he made by himself after understanding the relevant concepts of Dharma. Almost all the abnormal powers he possesses have been integrated into it, and it has become what it is now.
Of course, the so-called mighty heavenly dragon slaying demons is just for his own entertainment. If he were really asked to shout out, he would not be so shameless.
Because the thing he is currently practicing is really the product of stitching together, and cannot be called Dharma. Even if the standard of condensation of Dharma has been lowered, it is not something that a "mortal" like him who has not even opened his immortal veins can practice.
But then again, Feng Bingwen felt that the thing he had trained was not up to the standard of Dharma. But this so-called mighty dragon slaying demons did have good fighting power.
Ding!
Feng Bingwen stretched out his finger and gently flicked the sharp sword that Bai Long held in his mouth, and suddenly a clear and sweet sword roar came out.
The silver sword held in the white dragon's mouth is a real spiritual sword, not a foam phantom transformed by special magic.
Not only this sword, but also the white dragon holding the sword is an entity that feels warm to the touch, rather than an illusion of majesty. Even the Buddha's light blooming from the amber gem inlaid on its forehead has a calming effect.
The ability to kill evil spirits.
"The fighting ability is indeed good, but I still haven't discovered the true power contained in it."
Staring at the White Dragon Dharma in front of him, Feng Bingwen had no pride in his eyes.
There is really nothing to be proud of. He just brought together several spiritual objects, Buddha seals, and sword intentions that already had great power.
The only thing worthy of praise is that he can make these things come together and work. But that's about it.
"The road is so important!"
The child sitting on the soft and comfortable mink skin sighed with emotion, and the white dragon holding a sword in front of him suddenly collapsed and turned into thousands of strands of fairy light, integrating into his body.
A single thought can gather and scatter into shape.
Meow!
At this time, a soft meow sounded from the window. Feng Bingwen followed the sound and immediately saw a tall and vigorous tabby cat leaping into the house from the window, walking towards his bed with elegant cat steps.
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"Little Cuihua, your perception is quite sensitive!"
Seeing this beautiful calico female cat, Feng Bingwen smiled and grabbed her as she jumped on the bed, hugged her into his arms, and stroked her hard a few times. He was so addicted that this cat
There was a look of helplessness in Er's eyes, which was full of humanity.
"You little she-cat, eat me and sleep with me. What's the matter with me stroking you?"
Feng Bingwen saw the emotion in the female cat's eyes at a glance, smiled and rubbed it twice, and even lowered his head, buried it in her body, and sucked it twice.
A refreshing and faint fragrance immediately spread into the heart, and Feng Bingwen couldn't help but feel relaxed. This was an effect that even the precious Long Yanxiang in his room could not have.
Well, this is a little secret that Feng Bingwen discovered not long after he adopted this little female cat. She exudes a faint fragrance that is extremely difficult to detect. You can only smell it if you get close. This fragrance has miraculous effects.
It can relieve people's fatigue, make people's minds quickly settle down, and has miraculous effects on practicing meditation.
"Meow!"
The female cat, who was named Cuihua, let out an incomprehensible cry, then curled up in Feng Bingwen's arms, found a spot somewhere, and curled up in a ball.
Feng Bingwen was not surprised when he saw this. Even if it is an ordinary cat, the place where it sleeps must be a place with good feng shui.
To put it simply, cats, as clever creatures as they are, must choose the most comfortable place to sleep.
For a civet cat who has been injured and has an extraordinary background, the most comfortable place to sleep within a radius of ten or even a hundred miles is probably his chest.
This is not Feng Bingwen's boasting. Ever since he cultivated a few magical powers to detect Qi, Feng Bingwen discovered that because of the Dragon Balls in his body, every time he exhaled and inhaled, the Dragon Ball Qi machine pulled him, and he had a huge amount of energy.
Bian's vitality surged around him, and he himself became a small, movable spiritual vein.
Of course, this may be a bit exaggerated, because this effect was only formed after Longzhu became more and more compatible with him, and it was not a one-time achievement.
For Feng Bingwen himself, it is not a bad thing, because his body is slowly tempered in the process of the dragon ball swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even if he does not practice, his body will move slowly but firmly.
The speed is enhanced and even the qualifications are improved to a certain extent.
The side effect is that the concentration of spiritual energy in the place where he often stays is slightly higher than that of other places, making it easier to attract special things.
However, although there is no black cat in the house to control the house, there is also a calico female cat that fell from the sky. At present, the Feng family's mansion is quite clean and clear, and there is nothing sinister about it.
"You have been pregnant for more than a year, when will you give birth?"
Feng Bingwen lay on the bed and held the female cat in his arms. The little female cat had a provocative mouth. The vitality drawn by the dragon ball did not touch it at all. It only poured out from the dragon ball, and his body could not contain it.
Only when she had the aura to live in it did she go and devour it.
"Meow!"
The little female cat meowed, seeming to remind Feng Bingwen.
"Okay, I won't ask anymore."
Feng Bingwen himself knew that he had asked too many questions, but he really couldn't hold it in. After all, it was just a cat, and a pregnancy period of more than a year was really too long, but for fairy animals, it was too long.
It seems that the longer the pregnancy lasts, the better.
"sleep."
It was said that he was sleeping, but when Feng Bingwen fell asleep, he was different from ordinary people. Now he exhaled and inhaled in accordance with a special rhythm, and there was vitality in his breathing, which was transformed into his limbs and bones, and he actively exercised his body.
This is also what Feng Bingwen has gained from reading the Taoist canon over the past year. He now knows hundreds of techniques for entraining and breathing. After reading so many, he can naturally sum up a set for himself.
The night passed quietly, and when the season of yin and yang alternated, Feng Bingwen opened his eyes, and his spiritual light shone. But this time, as soon as he opened his eyes, Feng Bingwen noticed something strange.
The heaviness in his chest disappeared, and the calico female cat actually slipped away before he woke up.
Just when Feng Bingwen was wondering, he saw the female cat jumping into the house from the window with a babbling little person in her mouth.