Jun Muqian narrowed her eyes and immediately recognized the person standing in front of her. He was an admirer of Ye Wanying, named Fu Sheng.

She could remember it because this admirer looked really ugly.

"Is it okay to give way?" It was too ugly. Jun Muzhen could only look away, "You look ugly and yet you scare people. It's adding more mistakes to each other."

Fu Sheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then became furious: "Mu Qian, how dare you scold me?"

"What's wrong with scolding you?" Jun Muqian raised her lips, "If you keep showing off in front of me, you'll be beaten."

Although she had just put in the spirit warrior, it was not easy to deal with an empty spirit warrior.

Her fighting experience is better than these disciples living in cages.

But Fu Sheng’s spiritual root seems to be the spiritual root?

That would be easier.

"Hmph, Junior Sister Wanying said you had changed your gender, and I thought it was a lie." Fu Sheng sneered, "I didn't expect you had changed your gender, and it turned out to be even more annoying."

"It seems you really want to fight." Jun Muzhen rolled up his sleeves slowly, "Come on, I'll give you a move."

She would beat anyone who scolded her.

Moreover, in order to win Ye Wanying's favor, Fu Sheng had done many things to the little girl.

He even pushed him into the manure pit several times.

"Mu Qian, your strength is useless, have you lost your brain now?" Fu Sheng sneered, "I am a second-level spiritual warrior, and you are not even a spiritual warrior, why are you letting me?"

Then he responded with a sudden realization: "Oh, I understand, you must have seen that Junior Sister Wanying is so talented and so beaten..."

Yes!

Before he could even utter the last word, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew past him, and he was met with a fist.

"Puff——", a scream blurted out!

Before he could react, Fu Sheng fell to the ground, and his clothes were torn apart by spiritual power.

Jun Muqian slowly retracted her fist, frowned, and whispered: "It's still too weak."

If the level is equal, Xuanyin Fist can definitely kill this person.

But it's already very good. If she hadn't opened the eight meridians, I'm afraid she wouldn't even be able to reach the eighth level.

Yes.

In the previous spring of life and creation, every time she awakened a vein, her level rose accordingly, up to eight levels in a row!

The more pulses you awaken, the higher your innate cultivation level will naturally be.

"Ouch, ouch..." Fu Sheng covered his lower body and got up in pain, "Mu Qian, you loser, you actually dare to hit me!"

"Little waste, let me kneel down and admit my mistake!" He said with a ferocious face, "If I make you happy, I might even reward you with a first-grade elixir."

Jun Mu's eyes turned cold.

Although the fighting ability of Yulinggen is not as strong as that of Doulinggen, it is an indispensable existence on the mainland.

Because only cultivators with the spirit-controlling root can awaken their natal fire and perform alchemy, forging, enchanting weapons, and making runes, etc.

Fu Sheng, on the other hand, took the path of alchemy.

But not all practitioners of Yulinggen have natal flames.

Fu Sheng is one of them, so until now, he has not been able to become a first-grade alchemist.

"Can you refine a first-class elixir?" Jun Muqian glanced at him contemptuously, "I don't think you can even refine a single elixir."

It will be very difficult to advance just by relying on ordinary flames.

Therefore, Yulinggen is more difficult to cultivate than Doulinggen, and its survivability is also lower.

"You're talking nonsense!" Fu Sheng was hit in a painful spot and jumped up, "Mu Qian, today, I will teach you a lesson for Junior Sister Wanying!"

It was just after he learned that this good-for-nothing was punished again that he deliberately made a small mistake and came to Confession Cliff in order to mock her.

He wants her to know that she can only be stepped on and only be given the right to carry shoes for Junior Sister Wanying!

"Ye Wanying?" Jun Muqian chuckled suddenly. She bent down and picked up a branch, "Okay, let's start with beating the dog."

With the sect's rules in place, she still killed Fu Sheng.

But it's easy to destroy him.

Jun Muqian clicked her tongue: "It's just that this weapon is not easy to use."

She missed her long whip a little, but it was a pity that it had been broken in that long-distance chase.

"Mu Qian, are you really crazy?" Fu Sheng couldn't stop laughing, his eyes full of contempt, "Junior sister Wanying is blind to be so kind to you."

"You must have been jealous of Junior Sister Wanying when you were with her. What are you pretending to do?!"

"Snapped!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, Jun Muzhen had already pulled out the branch in his hand.

She didn't give Fu Sheng any time to react, and continued pumping mercilessly, starting with the left side and then the right.

The branches flew up and down in the hands of the woman in purple, like a long snake dancing.

It's chaotic and chaotic, with light and shadow dancing against it.

This was a very beautiful scene, but it was ruined by bursts of screams.

Fu Sheng was beaten until he was rolling on the ground and howling.

"Mu Qian! Do you know what you are doing? You are committing suicide privately. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the patriarchal clan?"

As soon as he finished saying this, the next second, a tree branch sealed his mouth.

"Disposal?" Jun Muqian said in a slow voice, "This is just a small discussion between you and me. Do you think your family runs the clan hall?"

Fu Sheng was so angry that he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Although he is a second-level spiritual warrior and does not have much fighting ability, he is not comparable to Mu Qian!

And the most annoying thing is that the disciples in charge of guarding have all gone to rest at this time, and there is no movement here at all.

He could only be beaten in humiliation.

There was another sharp sound, and suddenly, the branches split in response!

It was cut off alive.

"It's useless." Jun Muzhen threw the broken branch to the ground and said coldly, "Hitting you will make my hands dirty."

Severe pain hit, Fu Sheng's eyes darkened and he almost fainted: "Mu, Mu Qian, you..."

How is this going?

Does it hurt that much when a tree branch hits someone?

However, there are no scars on him at all!

When he thought of this, Fu Sheng was so angry that he vomited blood and shouted angrily: "Mu Qian, you have offended Junior Sister Wanying, you will die sooner or later!"

Jun Muqian ignored it at all and stepped over, rubbing her wrists as she walked.

Her body is really too thin, it seems that she still needs to exercise.

After finding a place where she could not see her ugly face, she sat cross-legged, concentrated her breath, and began to circulate her Dantian.

However, as soon as it started working this time, Jun Muxian suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Strange." She frowned, "It seems that the spiritual energy has been consumed even more."

She doesn't have spiritual roots, so she doesn't need to use spiritual energy to nourish her spiritual roots.

"Maybe it's a problem with this technique." Jun Muzhen exhaled slowly and raised her red lips slightly, "But it's really powerful."

Although she has not even mastered the "Nine Revolutions of Creation Magic" until now, her cultivation speed has become much faster.

Presumably, there are more benefits later.

The woman in purple, who was immersed in her cultivation, did not notice that her eyebrows suddenly lit up, but soon went out again.

And that place is exactly where the spiritual root... is.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

I was currently following a novel, updated every Wednesday, and then I discovered...

As soon as I publish an article, the author starts sending out lunch boxes!

I raised it twice and had two bento boxes! They are still my favorite characters~(＞_＜)~

It's too poisonous, please let me slow down.
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