"You carry the basin and run ten laps around Xianyu Peak."

These words, like a demonic whisper, kept buzzing from Gingerbread's left ear to his right.

At this moment, silence speaks volumes.

long time.

A long time later.

Gingerbread asked incredulously, "Am I hearing things? Ten laps around Immortal Jade Peak?"

He nodded calmly and composedly.

Gingerbread laughed out loud.

"Senior Fen Jue, this genius sword cultivator, do you know that Immortal Jade Peak is a mountain?"

How could you speak so casually, making a mountain peak sound as simple as a small courtyard?

He just blurts it out.

“Of course I know,” Fen Jue paused, “Sword Sect disciples train their bodies by running dozens of laps with a thousand-pound weight attached to them.”

The implication is that you've only done ten laps.

As expected of a sword cultivator, so ruthless.

"walk slowly!"

Gingerbread gave up struggling.

It's just running ten laps around Xianyu Peak.

If others can do it, why can't she?

She is now a cultivator with spiritual energy within her body, not an ordinary person who is powerless.

Let's do it!

Gingerbread rolled up his sleeves and stuck out his big butt.

Just as they were about to pick up the large iron basin...

The wishing lantern under the tree swayed.

Old Huang crawled out from inside.

He had just woken up from a nap and saw the large iron basin in the yard. "Little girl, what are you doing?"

"Body training."

Gingerbread glanced at him.

"Body tempering?" Old Huang shouted at the top of his lungs, "You put the bones of a thousand-pound beast in your basin. The flesh and blood of a thousand-pound beast is heavier than black iron. You want to hold it to temper your body?"

Old Huang gave him a look that said, "Are you crazy?"

Following suit, Gingerbread replied with a curt "Oh" in Fenjue's manner of speaking.

"You're this one." Old Huang gave a thumbs up. "A ruthless person, you're even more ruthless than the ruthless ones!"

Gingerbread, finding humor in his predicament, said, "I'm a werewolf."

Old Huang: "?"

"There are a few more ruthless people than ruthless people!"

Burning Away: "......."

How could anyone like to tell such lame jokes?

If Huang Lao had the health, he would love to rub the goosebumps off his body.

"Hey!"

"call!!"

"Hah!!! Hiss—"

Then, gingerbread bent over and carried the black iron basin.

In her mind, Fen Jue sighed and said in time, "Circulate your spiritual energy to your arms and palms."

Gingerbread did as instructed.

She slowly lifted the iron basin, which weighed at least 500 pounds, if not 1,000.

Burning Away: " channel spiritual energy into my calves and feet."

"OK, no problem."

After Fen Jue finished speaking, Jiang Bingbing naturally controlled her spiritual energy to flow to her calves and feet.

She had no idea how formidable this skill was.

The fire destroyed everything, yet everything remained crystal clear.

Other cultivators would spend years just learning how to control spiritual power, but this little guy is exceptionally talented in spiritual control and can do it without even thinking.

This was her instinctive, subconscious behavior.

Fen Jue had no intention of telling Jiang Bingbing how amazing this ability was, fearing that she would shamelessly boast about it after finding out.

"Hey hey hey!!"

"Help! No, no, no!!"

The gingerbread's spiritual energy flowed into his legs.

result!

I just can't stop watching!

"Senior Burn, Burn Jue! I...I...I—"

No exaggeration.

Her legs were like motors, running dozens of meters in a flash.

"How do I slow down?!"

Gingerbread's voice cracked from shouting.

Her cries echoed in the mountains with the wind.

Fen Jue couldn't help but chuckle, a smile creeping onto her face. She had to admit, watching her get the short end of the stick was quite amusing.

Who can blame them when this little liar is so quirky and mischievous?

We can't take advantage of her in the slightest.

Gingerbread was flustered, but dared not let go of the iron basin.

Fen Jue stopped laughing and said, "No need to lower it."

Gingerbread: "Huh?"

"What?! You're kidding me! You're wrong!"

"Won't this cause any problems?!"

Fen Jue quickly explained, "You've taken the Qi-Strengthening Pill. Its effects can stabilize your Qi and blood, as well as your internal organs. The Bone-Strengthening Pill won't damage your bones and muscles at such a high speed, so—"

His lips curved into a wide smile. "Run as fast as you want."

"......"

Gingerbread was furious and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Fen Jue, you did this on purpose!"

The red-clad man in the sea of ​​consciousness was slightly taken aback.

[Burn to ashes.]

It had been a long time since anyone had called him by his name like that.

The people in the Heavenly Palace called him the Divine Lord.

Before he ascended to immortality, the people of the Sword Sect called him the Sect Master.

He paused for a moment, his dark eyes flashing slightly, and said with a hint of a smile, "When you get angry, you start to act rebelliously."

"From now on, you should call me senior."

Gingerbread didn't have time for him.

He ran, panting heavily.

No wonder she was made to run ten laps around Immortal Jade Peak.

At her current lightning speed, running twenty laps in one night wouldn't be a problem.

Gingerbread: "I have another question."

Burning Away: "Ask away."

"I'm hungry from running, can I eat the meat in the bowl?" Gingerbread asked breathlessly.

“…”

Seriously.

He envied Gingerbread's thought process.

This guy was panting more than a donkey pulling a millstone, yet he still had time to ask if he could eat the meat of a thousand-pound beast.

After adjusting his breathing, Fen Jue squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, "If you want to eat it, it's not impossible."

"Okay!"

With this phrase, gingerbread is full of motivation.

She was a little tempted when she asked her second senior brother to stew the meat.

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