Feng Qingqing raised her head and looked at the height of the Holy Sword Peak. During the Qi training period, she could control the sword for a short period of time, but the peak was too high. She might not be able to reach the top, and her spiritual power would be insufficient.

The Holy Sword Peak is like a giant sword, so smooth it can be used as a mirror, so you can't even stop midway.

"Shishi, how do I get up there?"

"What did you call me?" Ba Tianshi was thinking about whether he should feel compassion and take Feng Qingqing up.

The nightmarish word lion reminded him that the girl in front of him was as bad as his master.

Feng Qingqing innocently blinked her beautiful red phoenix eyes.

"Shishi, what a nice name."

"Ah."

The Tyrant Lion scratched its claws on the ground, snorted, turned into a stream of light, and headed towards the peak.

"Hey, Shishi, how can I get up there if you leave?"

The Tyrant Lion could no longer hear Feng Qingqing's voice, and even if he heard it, he would just pretend not to hear it.

Shengjian Peak is very high, which causes the wind on the top of the mountain to be very strong, making it really cold at high places.

What's even more strange is that there is a place on the top of the mountain that has been covered with ice and snow for many years.

The reason why Buran chose this peak to build his cave was because he was attracted by the strong wind, ice and snow on the peak.

He majored in piano and swordsmanship, and this environment was of great help to his swordsmanship.

There was a slight fluctuation in the air, and the Tyrant Lion appeared next to Buran.

Bu Ran was sitting by the piano, playing the piano against the wind.

The wind blew up the sleeves of his robe, as if he was about to ride the wind away.

Tyrant Lion didn't know how many times he sighed in his heart.

Bu Ran, who doesn't speak, is still good-looking, so fairy-like.

Ba Tianshi listened intoxicated, Bu Ran did not ask about Feng Qingqing's situation, and still played the piano selflessly.

Feng Qingqing at the bottom of the peak has already begun to try to fly up to the Holy Sword Peak with her sword.

For those who are cultivating immortality, even if they know it is impossible, they still have to do it and go for it.

Even if you hit the south wall, you won't look back. Instead, you will smash the wall with all your strength.

If you don’t have such a spirit, then stop cultivating immortality as soon as possible.

Nothing comes for nothing, especially things that go against nature.

Even if you are a genius, if you don't work hard, you will be lost to everyone.

Feng Qingqing had never had such a profound understanding before. It was Feng Wan who taught her never to accept her fate.

Feng Qingqing's natal magic sword, fireworks, is a fairy weapon, and she can reach the top of the mountain with the power of fireworks.

But Feng Qingqing wanted to go up by her own ability.

The first attempt went as expected, only flying to the mountainside of Holy Sword Peak.

After falling back to the ground, Feng Qingqing meditated to recover some of her spiritual power and tried again.

She still failed the second time, but to her relief, she flew a little higher this time than the first time.

Feng Qingqing was greatly encouraged and continued to make the third, fourth... attempt.

I don’t know how many times I failed. Not only did I consume too much spiritual power, but my self-confidence was also severely damaged.

This last time, Feng Qingqing could no longer let herself land smoothly.

With a thud, it fell heavily to the ground.

Feng Qingqing just frowned and didn't even say a word. In fact, it didn't hurt that much.

Wan Yatou always urged her to exercise and even gave her a medicated bath for exercise.

Although her body is far from an iron wall, it is much stronger than the female cultivators in her class.

A man and a beast on the Holy Sword Peak looked at the glazed mirror hanging in mid-air.

The picture on the glass mirror was frozen as Feng Qingqing fell to the ground for the ninety-ninth time.

"Bu Ran, do you need me to bring her up?"

For Tyrant Lion, who has lived for thousands of years, Feng Qingqing is just a little baby in his eyes.

His heart softened when he thought that a pretty little baby was being thrown down repeatedly in front of him, and he was still Bu Ran's disciple.

"No need, Holy Sword Peak is still waiting for her to flourish, so this little hardship is nothing.

What else do you want to hear?"

"Anything is OK."

Tyrant Lion also knows that what Buran said is right, young people should endure more hardships.

The current juniors in Tianyuan Sect are too squeamish.

Relying on his good talent, he didn't pay much attention when practicing.

When cultivating a skill, talent is important, but hard work is also indispensable.

Thinking about it this way, that little baby Feng Wan is really good.

Have talent and work hard.

On the Beast Yu Peak side, Zong Zhengxuan knew that Feng Wan liked Jing, and was afraid that it would delay her cultivation, so he told her everything he could think of at once.

Then he left with Shao Yan and others.

The lively room suddenly became quiet, and Feng Wan felt uncomfortable for a moment.

But Fengwan also knows that the road is inherently lonely, and there will be partners to support each other on the road of growth.

But more often than not, you still have to rely on yourself.

Fortunately, Huohuang and Baizhi will always be with her.

This place is different from the Feng family. The entire mountain top belongs to her.

In order to prevent other people from disturbing him, the master also found disciples from Wan Formation Peak to arrange the formation.

Because it was very safe here, Fengwan asked Baizhi and Huohuang to come out for some fresh air.

Baizhi was so happy that his limp body floated from south to north, and from west to east, having a great time.

Feng Wa was infected by its emotions, and her mood also soared.

But after waiting for a long time, the fire phoenix didn't come out.

Feng Wan was a little confused. What Huo Huang was looking forward to most was to break out of his shell and see the outside world with his own eyes.

"Huohuang, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Wan was very sure that Huo Huang was not practicing, but he refused to come out. He must be feeling uncomfortable somewhere.

"Master, I will be out in a moment, please wait for me."

"Well, there's no rush."

Soon, Baizhi swept through the room and yard, inside and out.

"Master, I like it here."

"Yeah, I like it too."

Feng Wan once again felt that he had found the right master. If he really joined the Alchemy Peak, he would be competing for resources with the heroine. How could he be treated like a group favorite?

"Master, I just took a look. The medicinal field outside is very rich in spiritual energy. We can plant some spiritual plants and spiritual herbs tomorrow."

In Jiuhuang, some spiritual plants and spiritual grasses are propagated by seeds.

Some need to take part of the spiritual plant and cultivate it carefully, then transplant it into the ground after taking root.

The first method is relatively simple, and Fengwan has already planned it.

Wait until tomorrow, go to the Points Pavilion to exchange some elixirs for some points, and then use the points to exchange for seeds of spiritual plants or spiritual grasses.

The senior brother told her that in Tianyuan Sect, all cultivation resources need to be exchanged for points.

She had just come to Tianyuan Sect, so naturally she had no points.

The master and senior brothers wanted to give some of their points to Feng Wan, but she refused.

Their points were not brought by strong winds, every point was hard earned.

If she wants to exchange something, she can earn points based on her own ability.

When Feng Wan expressed his thoughts, Baizhi immediately agreed.

What the master lacks most now is spiritual grass and spiritual stones.

Spiritual stones can be exchanged for elixirs, and elixirs need to be refined with spiritual herbs.

Therefore, what needs to be solved most is the spiritual grass.

"Wait, Master, don't bother me. I have a solution. Leave the elixir for me."

A soft voice sounded beside Fengwan and Baizhi.

Fengwan and Baizhi looked over and saw the little red flamingo, which was always furry, holding a bag in its mouth.

Baizhi rubbed his eyes, "Fire Phoenix?"

The little red flamingo put down the bag in its mouth and nodded its little head vigorously.

"Master, Bai Zhi, I am Fire Phoenix."

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