Changsheng broke off two fruits one after another, pushed his left and right hands in opposite directions, and the two fruits fell lightly on the ground in the distance. Immediately afterwards, Changsheng jumped over the attack from under his feet, forgetting himself.
She moved around, causing the branches attacking her to flutter up and down, but they couldn't even touch her clothes.
In the end, he was even directly attracted by Changsheng and became entangled with other branches, which could not be untangled. Just when these branches started to pursue, Changsheng stood still and did not move. Several branches rushed up like tentacles, but they
He stopped three feet in front of Changsheng. He couldn't move at all.
In Changsheng's hands, two Ping Po Fruits were prominently displayed.
When Chang Sheng went to pick those Ping Po fruits from the tangled branches, other demon cultivators around him who saw the whole process were stunned.
This seemingly skinny little girl seemed to have burst out with great strength just now. The feeling of calmness and calmness in her movements really made people look at her. Moreover, she looked soft and had no strength but soon became
What are the body techniques that people bring into their own rhythm?
It felt like those Pingpo fruit branches were tangled together before they even reacted.
"good."
At this time, there was a sound of applause from the side. Changsheng turned around and saw that it was Zhuang Yufang. I don’t know how long this senior has been here, but seeing her expression of approval, Changsheng still felt a little embarrassed.
Picking off the remaining Ping Po Fruits, Changsheng held them and walked to Zhuang Mayfly. It seemed that he was frightened by the strange movement just now. The branches of the Ping Po Fruit did not attack Chang Sheng anymore, but gave her a way.
road.
Arriving next to Zhuang Mayfly, Changsheng placed the Ping Po fruit in his hand next to the two ones just now, and then saluted towards Zhuang Mayfly.
Zhuang Mayfly didn't mind Changsheng's usual unconventional etiquette, and now he was caring about her body kindly.
"Changsheng, can you move now? Will the wound still hurt?"
Changsheng shook his head. Although there was the word "escape", Changsheng still felt close to this kind elder.
From the moment they met until now, the attitude of this senior Zhuang Yufei has been very cordial. It is like the attitude of admiration and love when meeting a junior. Changsheng can turn a blind eye to those disgusted and vigilant eyes, but for such a kind elder,
Changsheng is really at a loss.
From a certain perspective, this elder is really like Grandma Gu. And Changsheng is the most unable to refuse the kindness of others.
"I'm fine, Mr. Mayfly. I can move around now. Thanks to those medicines, the wound has almost healed."
"Why are you calling me Sir along with them? Just call me Senior."
Zhuang Yufeng couldn't help but reached out and patted Chang Sheng's thin shoulder. This child, despite his young age, looked even smaller, and he was quite lovable.
Seeing that Changsheng was a little embarrassed, Zhuang Mayfly slowly retracted his hand, glanced at Xiaoli and others who were still hard at work picking Pingpo fruits, and couldn't help but sigh. Then he turned to Changsheng.
"Chang Sheng, I'm a little tired, can you walk with me?"
The hearing of the demon cultivators is very outstanding. After hearing this sound, there were many demons who accidentally broke the branches of the Ping Po Fruit. Several Ping Po Fruits performed what is called withering on the spot. It was really even a little bit.
The shadow of Ping Po Guo disappeared and turned directly into dregs, falling into the cobblestones below.
However, on the surface, no one showed any objection to this scene, but their eyes refused to relax and looked in the direction where Zhuang Yuying and Changsheng disappeared, which was called reluctant to leave.
Even after walking far away, Changsheng could still feel the burning eyes of those demon cultivators.
The two of them walked until they reached the foot of a tall green tree, and Zhuang Yufeng slowly stopped. I don't know what happened, but after just a short walk, Zhuang Yufeng's breathing became rapid, and even some sprouts began to appear on his forehead.
There were big beads of sweat. This was not what a monk should have. Changsheng was a little confused, but he didn't ask.
Sitting next to the tables and chairs that were always under the big tree, Zhuang Mayfly looked at Changsheng apologetically, and it took him several breaths to stop breathing so hard. During this period, Changsheng just looked at Zhuang Mayfly quietly,
There is no urging at all.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Changsheng shook his head.
At this time, the breeze blew over their faces, bringing with it a burst of fragrance of grass and trees. Zhuang Mayfly couldn't help but smile. Only then did she have time to talk to Changsheng.
"Chang Sheng, I have some questions to ask you. If you feel you can't answer them, you can refuse or don't speak, okay?"
Changsheng nodded.
Only then did Zhuang Yufei ask with confidence.
"How long have you been practicing?"
This question is not difficult to answer. From the time I met Xue Jin and was taught by him to now, it is not even three months.
"About three months."
Three months!
Although he had been prepared, Zhuang Mayfly was still surprised. Xiaoli had treated Changsheng before, but at that time Changsheng looked no different from a mortal. If he hadn't suffered such a serious injury, he would not have died, and the wound would still be there.
As it continues to heal, it is impossible to tell that this is a monk.
At this time, Zhuang Yufeng suppressed the joy in his heart of getting what he wanted and spoke slowly.
"Do you mind if I take a look at your meridians? I think there may be something wrong with your body."
Changsheng couldn't help but move her body. In fact, she had always doubted this. Sometimes she felt that her body was very strong, and she could even fight to the death with Ancestor Haoyue, but sometimes she felt very weak, not
Sick and weak, but as weak as if one has lost strength.
Looking at Zhuang Yufeng's face filled with kindness, the word 'escape' kept flashing through Changsheng's heart. Should he? Should he let her look at his problems? Will this kind-looking Lord Zhuang Yufeng do it?
Is he a bad guy who is different from his appearance?
Such questions kept flashing in her mind, and Changsheng was very entangled. Just when she was so entangled that she almost wrinkled her face, she saw the gentle rotating auras surrounding Zhuang Mayfly. Those auras were very docile and very close to Zhuang.
Mayfly, at this moment, Changsheng made a decision.
But Zhuang Mayfly thought Chang Sheng was unwilling, so he smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry, it was me who was abrupt..."
Then she paused, staring blankly at Changsheng's arm poking in front of her. Is this child willing?
Changsheng's face was a little red, and she looked at Zhuang Mayfly sheepishly.
"Just take a look."
Seeing the child's face turned red with embarrassment, Zhuang Yufeng suddenly couldn't help but laugh. This child is so cute.
"Relax, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Without wasting time, Zhuang Mayfly held Chang Sheng's thin wrist, and a ray of spiritual energy gently penetrated into it, continuously circulating around the meridians in Chang Sheng's body.
After a cup of tea, Zhuang Yufeng, sweating profusely, retracted his spiritual power and looked at Changsheng with complicated eyes.
