Princess Sets Poison Again Chapter 368: I don’t know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper

Chapter 368 Love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deeper

In a certain room of Fengshen Academy, Tianji Peak, Shi Jiu was healing Zuo Yuqing's wounds.

The white light circle enveloped the two together, and also made Zuo Yuqing's face paler.

As time passed, Zuo Yuqing's expression became more and more painful, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell like rain.

After another stick of incense passed by, Zuo Yuqing felt a sharp pain in his chest and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Poof..."

When Shijiu saw this, he slowly withdrew his white spiritual power.

"The congestion on your chest has been cleared, how do you feel now?"

Zuo Yuqing turned around weakly, bowed to Shijiu with a grateful face, "Thank you, Master, for healing my wounds, I'm much better."

Shi Jiu frowned and looked at the pale Zuo Yuqing, "What happened, who hurt you?"

He suffered serious injuries this time. Although the blood was cleared, the internal injuries did not heal in a short while. Yuqing is already Mo Ling. How many people in Yunjing Continent can hurt him so far.

Speaking of being injured, Zuo Yuqing's face instantly darkened, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"It's another disciple of Bu Yangzi, the one named Mo."

"It's that kid."

Shi Jiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So he has really been promoted to Mo Ling."

Zuo Yuqing nodded with a dark face, "Yes, he is already Mo Ling."

If he wasn't Mo Ling, he would never have been seriously injured so far.

Shi Jiu frowned, with a look of amazement.

This kid's talent is so high that he was promoted from Ziling to Moling in just one month. Break through Ziling's.

Bu Yangzi really took in a great apprentice this time.

If he could come back sooner, maybe this kid would be his disciple. If he had such a gifted disciple by his side, he would definitely be even more powerful.

Unfortunately...

Shi Jiu sighed silently, his eyes were full of jealousy and remorse.

As if seeing Shi Jiu's thoughts, Zuo Yuqing's eyes flickered, and he said intentionally, "Bu Yangzi added two such powerful disciples this time, I'm afraid this time the elder contest..."

Shi Jiu's face turned cold, and he snorted coldly.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful that kid is, don't be afraid that he will fail as a teacher."

He is already at the peak of Bai Ling, so are you afraid that Mo Ling, who has just been promoted, will fail? No matter how powerful that kid is, he will not take him seriously.

Zuo Yuqing's eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his lips raised imperceptibly, and he bowed and said, "Master has a high level of cultivation, so naturally we can't be afraid of him, but Yuqing is afraid that he will become the chief disciple at that time." position, Bu Yangzi will be even more powerful."

Shi Jiu frowned, and glared at Zuo Yuqing angrily.

"Why, you're not sure you can beat him?"

Zuo Yuqing blushed, and said with a stiff face, "Master, I don't know. Although this person has just been promoted to Mo Ling, for some reason, his spiritual power is very strong. Although I haven't confronted him head-on, but When his spiritual power strikes, I have no power to fight back."

Thinking of the overwhelming coercion when the black spiritual power hit just now, Zuo Yuqing couldn't help but shudder, and a trace of panic appeared in the depths of his eyes.

If the blow had been closer and more powerful, perhaps he would have died on the spot.

When Shi Jiu heard the words, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "He is so powerful."

Yuqing is already at the third level of Mo Ling, yet he said that he has no power to fight back. How evil is that kid's spiritual power?

The more Shijiu thought about it, the stronger the regret in his eyes, why did such a rare martial arts prodigy become a disciple of Bu Yangzi?

Zuo Yuqing nodded solemnly, "Not only is he powerful in spiritual power, but he also has a divine weapon, which is also very powerful. This time the chief disciple competition, the disciple has no chance of winning."

Even if he doesn't have a god-grade weapon, he is very self-aware that he will not be his opponent, not to mention that he still has such a powerful weapon in his hand, it is absolutely impossible for him to win against him.

Shi Jiu narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment and said, "If there is no him, you are somewhat sure."

Zuo Yuqing's eyes lit up, and she raised her chin confidently.

"Without him, although the disciple is injured, he is still very sure."

The entire Fengshen Academy's disciples, except for the two of them who are Mo Ling, are all under Mo Ling. If he doesn't participate, then he is sure to win, and he will not pay attention to others.

Shi Jiu sneered sullenly, "If that's the case, then let him not participate."

When Zuo Yuqing heard this, the corners of Zuo Yuqing's lips curled into a triumphant smile.

It would be great if the master is willing to go out, and it will save him the trouble of dealing with that kid himself.

Bai Yufeng.

Murong Xuefei sat in the small courtyard, took out the Feixue Bingyuqin and caressed happily.

The pure and transparent body of the piano, coupled with the ice strings exuding a hint of cold air, made Murong Xuefei instantly feel like he was in a world of ice and snow.

This Flying Snow Bingyu Qin is definitely the most beautiful Qin she has ever seen, she likes this Qin so much.

The pale and slender jade fingers could not help but lift up gently, and a series of melodious piano sounds slanted out like clouds and flowing water.

Leng Yihan next door was standing in the yard, listening to the melodious sound of the piano, he couldn't help being intoxicated by it.

Until the sound of the piano stopped, Leng Yihan still stood there motionless like an idiot, unable to recover for a long time.

At the end of the song, Murong Xuefei touched the strings as if awakening from a dream.

The sound quality of this Feixue Bingyuqin is so good that it is far beyond the comparison of ordinary guqin.

As a musical instrument, this piano is definitely a divine grade, but as a weapon, how powerful is it?

Murong Xuefei thought about it, then transported the wind spirit power to her fingertips, and stroked the strings again.

But no matter how she played the piano, the Feixue Bingyuqin still had no attack power.

Leng Yihan frowned slightly as he listened to the chaotic sound of the piano, and flew to the wall.

Under the silver moonlight, Murong Xuefei was dressed in white like a fairy in a dream, stroking the pure and transparent Bingqin, that beautiful and heart-stirring scene, one couldn't bear to destroy it.

Leng Yihan finally couldn't help but speak when he watched her clumsily use her spiritual power on her fingertips to exert force.

"This piano is not used like this."

The sudden cold voice startled Murong Xuefei, and the sound broke instantly with a flick of her fingertips.

Murong Xuefei's face turned red, she looked up at Leng Yihan who was standing on the wall in embarrassment.

How long has he been here? Did he just see it all?

Thinking of her clumsy appearance just now, Murong Xuefei felt even more embarrassed.

Looking at Murong Xuefei's bright red face, Leng Yihan's heart moved, and his figure flashed, and he flew to her side.

"I'll teach you."

Leng Yihan stood behind Murong Xuefei, leaned over and embraced her in his arms.

The unfamiliar masculine breath hit, Murong Xuefei's heart trembled suddenly, and her body immediately stiffened.

Feeling Murong Xuefei's nervousness, Leng Yihan's eyes darkened, but he didn't back away, and still leaned over to press her cheek.

Leng Yihan's approach made Murong Xuefei even more nervous, not only her heart was beating wildly, even her delicate face was flushed, her hands and feet were even more nervous, not knowing where to put them.

Looking at Murong Xuefei's shy little face, Leng Yihan suffocated his breath, as if his whole body was so dry and hot that he couldn't breathe when the love gu attack happened before.

Leng Yihan collected his mind and used his spiritual power to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

Leng Yihan half-wrapped Murong Xuefei, and put his hands on the piano.

"Spiritual power is invisible. If you want to turn your spirit into power, you need to infuse it into the piano instead of transporting it to your fingertips."

The warm breath, **** voice, and the masculine breath that made her panic came towards her, and Murong Xuefei couldn't stand it in an instant, her head went blank, she was dizzy, and her small face was even worse. It was so red it looked like it was about to drip blood.

The long and slender palm covered hers, Murong Xuefei's little hand trembled, subconsciously she was about to withdraw her hand, but he gently grabbed it.

"Don't move, I'll show you."

The warm breath sprayed against her ears, Murong Xuefei's heart trembled again, her body tensed even more, but her hands obediently did not withdraw.

She didn't know why she would listen to him at this moment, maybe his voice was too gentle, or maybe his big hands were too warm, she couldn't figure it out.

Leng Yihan was holding Murong Xuefei's little hand, and his face flushed slightly.

Is this considered holding hands?

The corners of Leng Yihan's lips raised uncontrollably, and he used the wind spirit power in his body to press on the piano, then held her little hand, and stroked lightly on the strings, a blue aura flowed He rushed out with a series of murderous rhythms.

A stone table not far in front was blown to pieces with a "boom".

Murong Xuefei stared blankly at the crushed stone table in front of her, completely dumbfounded.

"It's amazing..."

What a powerful force, it turned out that the stone table shattered like this with just one blow.

Is he too strong, or is this Feixue Bingyuqin too strong.

Seeing Murong Xuefei's cute look, Leng Yihan chuckled lightly.

"Want to learn?"

Murong Xuefei's eyes lit up, and she raised her eyes, "Is it okay?"

"I'll take you to practice."

Leng Yihan pursed his lips, held the piano in one hand and Murong Xuefei in the other, and flew out of the yard.

Murong Xuefei stared blankly at Leng Yihan's handsome profile, her mind was blank again.

As if feeling Murong Xuefei's gaze, Leng Yihan turned his eyes.

Four eyes met, seeing the affectionate expression in Leng Yihan's eyes, Murong Xuefei blushed, and her heart started beating wildly again.

A faint fragrance floated into the tip of his nose, Leng Yihan resisted the urge to kiss her, directly pressed her into his arms, and carried her slowly towards the snowy ice field.

Murong Xuefei's body was tense, but she didn't push him away, but obediently lay on his chest.

This person seemed to have appeared in her life out of nowhere, so suddenly and so powerfully, he fell into her heart without any preparation.

Maybe it's because she's been lonely for too long, or she also longs for the happiness of Li'er and Ziling. She doesn't intend to take him out of her heart, but hopes that he can take root and sprout in her.

Looking at the unusually well-behaved person in his arms, Leng Yihan's eyes became more loving.

Holding her tightly with both hands, he lowered his head and secretly kissed her hair.

If possible, he hopes to hold her like this for the rest of his life.