It's just that An Xixia herself knew that there wasn't much reason to speak in front of Ye Youran. She finally deeply understood what it meant to shoot herself in the foot and what it meant to be self-inflicted.
Therefore, during these days, under Ye Youran's somewhat perverted supervision, her magic skills improved rapidly, the aura around her body became more abundant day by day, and her body became lighter and lighter day by day.
Ye Youran watched An Xixia practicing in the hot spring. He saw that her spiritual power had become much more abundant, and he knew that she was not far from the fourth level. He was full of wonder in his heart. In less than a month, she had gone from zero to level.
The waste turned into a third-level immortal, this is definitely a legend.
A paper crane flew in front of him, he stretched out his hand, the paper crane disappeared, and a line of words appeared in the sky: "Grandma is sick, please come home soon."
Zhihe is the communication method used exclusively by his younger sister Ye Jiajia, and the word is also the name of Ye Jiajia. He frowned slightly.
Ye Jiajia and his sister are from the same mother. She behaves steadily on weekdays. When he is not in the Ye family, Ye Jiajia handles many things on her behalf. He knows Ye Jiajia's character. If there is nothing very important, she
I won't give him a paper crane message.
Ye Youran waved his hand and the words disappeared.
He glanced at An Xixia who was practicing, and there was a little more worry in his eyes. She was practicing at a critical moment, and he felt there was no need to win over her.
So his hand wrote some words in the air, and then left.
When Anxi Xia opened her eyes after practicing, she saw a line of words: "I have something to do, so I will go back first. Remember to think of me."
An Xixia was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't leave a signature, she could tell whose hand it was by looking at the style and tone. Her eyes moved, and the words quickly disappeared.
She had been looking forward to him leaving, but he just left a few lines of words saying that he was leaving and disappeared in an instant. It was not much different from saying goodbye without saying goodbye, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
When this idea popped into her mind, she couldn't help but want to slap herself. She was indeed a bad person.
Lingxuzi also taught Anxixia some swordsmanship, but Anxixia didn't like Lingxuzi at all. In addition, he was exhausted from learning immortal arts from Ye Youran every day, so he just pretended to the swordsmanship taught by Lingxuzi.
The speed of exhaustion is slower than the crawling of a turtle.
So Lingxuzi felt from the bottom of his heart that An Xixia was an out-and-out waste. Even if Ye Youran gave her Guiyuan Pills to eat, it would not change this reality. He actually felt sorry for Qi Guiyuan Pills.
On the day Ye Youran left the Qingjian Sect, Lingxuzi watched An Xixia finish a sword dance and cursed: "This move is just the easiest one for me to get started with. You have been learning it for five days and you haven't mastered it yet.
If you go out like this, don't say you are my disciple!"
"It's not like I begged you to teach me. It was you who took the initiative to let me become your teacher that day." An Xixia had no respect for him, so her words were naturally rude.
Lingxuzi was so angry that he blew his beard, then threw a booklet to her and said: "This is the introductory swordsmanship of our sect. Go and learn it yourself. If you can't learn it in a month, don't blame me for being rude!"
After he threw the booklet away, he left angrily.
An Xixia first raised her foot and stepped on the sword manual heavily, then slowly picked it up, then lightly dusted it, and then threw it directly into Xue Po's space.