"Are there any requirements or restrictions for participating disciples?"
"Bone age must be over five years old and under thirty years old. There are no other restrictions. It all depends on your ability."
Chi Jiujiu nodded.
Three months later, she led the disciples of the Hexian Sect to fight.
The leaders of other sects all sat on the high platforms and watched their disciples fight.
And her Hexian Sect’s “weak and unable to take care of himself” Jindan-stage leader and a group of powerful disciples in the Shenhua-stage of her sect will personally take part in the battle?
Because most of the disciples of her generation have reached the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Ahem! This scene is so exciting!
It can make everyone's jaw drop.
Chi Jiujiu collected her thoughts and looked at the man's stern face tenderly. "But Ajin, I'm only in the late Jindan stage. I wonder what my chances are of winning against someone of my generation."
The two people's postures did not change.
The woman's white feather dress and the man's dark black robe overlapped, complementing each other, creating an inexplicably harmonious and beautiful look.
There was a faint light hidden in Shen Mojin's narrow black eyes.
He lowered his head, put his sexy thin lips close to the woman's ear, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Jiujiu, your husband has saved up spiritual power for you for a year, and it will be easy for you to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."
"Ajin, are you still helping me accumulate spiritual power?"
Chi Jiujiu turned her head away to avoid the man's warm and lotus-scented breath.
Can she still accumulate spiritual power?
"Um."
Shen Mojin raised the corners of his lips, opened his thin lips slightly, and gently held the woman's pink earlobe.
A tingling electric current came from her ears, Chi Jiujiu's body trembled, her breathing changed slightly, her heartbeat quickened, and her fair skin turned slightly red.
Shen Mojin's voice was hoarse, "Wine."
The next moment, Chi Jiujiu opened her eyes wide. Shen Mojin's stern face came closer and closer. His eyes were like the ocean, pulling her soul into them.
Without waiting for her to speak.
His bony hands gently stroked her eyes, and she closed her dark brown eyes unconsciously.
"Jiujiu, be good. Don't resist. It's bad for your soul."
A mellow and magnetic voice passed by.
Chi Jiujiu felt a cool touch on her forehead. Their foreheads touched each other, and their souls left their bodies and were pulled into a sea of flowers.
The incarnation of Chi Jiujiu's soul is a small white fur ball.
The fur ball was moving among the beautiful flowers, and its long hair was dancing smoothly like water waves.
Suddenly.
A giant Kunpeng spread its wings and glided over the sea of flowers, flying towards the white ball of fur in the flowers. Its ink-black eyes found the little guy at a glance.
Maoqiu felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Her hair stood up and she jumped around grunting, trying to find a place where the ball would feel comfortable.
Kunpeng spoke in human language, "Jiujiu, don't run!"
The ball of fur paused in its jumping movements, trying hard to control the urge to escape.
The little body turned, and its eyes, the size of black beans, swept across Kunpeng's long beak, two thick legs, and sharp claws that had crushed the sea of flowers.
Maoqiu was so scared that his little body started shaking like a sieve.
“Mmm…”
"Jiujiu, be good and don't resist."
Kunpeng lowered his huge head, gently touched the trembling white ball of fur with his black beak, and then slowly and carefully picked up the ball of fur.
Kunpeng grabbed the hair on the back of Maoqiu's neck, but her two yellow little feet were dangling in the air, "Mingming..."
Seeing this, Kunpeng quickly threw the white ball of fur onto his back so that it was no longer hanging in the air.
"Be good, if you practice more, Jiujiu will be able to speak like a human being."
The ball of fur lay softly on Kunpeng's broad back, sticking to his shiny brown feathers.
Within two minutes, after adapting, Maoqiu became excited and seemed to have forgotten the fear of the previous second. She played on the bird's back unscrupulously.
Kunpeng touched the ground with the tips of his wings.
Seeing this, the ball of fur slid down his back, along the long feathers on his wings, and fell into the sea of flowers.
Kunpeng lowered his huge head again, picked up the small thing from the flowers, and gently threw it on his back.
But this time, he no longer stayed where he was. Instead, he spread his long black wings and flew high into the sky.
When flying to an altitude of one thousand meters.
Kunpeng deliberately dived down, letting the little guy on his back slide down.
Maoqiu was having fun when he was suddenly thrown from a high altitude. He screamed in his heart, but when the words came out of his mouth, they turned into "嘤嘤!!!"
When the little guy fell several hundred meters into the air, Kunpeng rushed over quickly and caught the little thing steadily.
Half an hour passed.
Repeated exercise.
Maoqiu went from being afraid to being happy, and her little body grew fatter and fatter, from the size of a football to the size of a basketball.
The strength of her spiritual consciousness increased by two times.
This time the dual cultivation has reached its limit.
The ball of fur was lying limply in the sea of flowers to rest. A giant bird took advantage of the opportunity and began to secretly invade the woman's consciousness and spy on her memory.
When returning to reality from the state of dual cultivation of spirit and soul.
The two foreheads that were pressed together separated.
Chi Jiujiucha's eyes slowly opened and once again met the man's dark and deep eyes, but there was an unknown emotion suppressed in his eyes.
Chi Jiujiu asked, "Ajin, what's wrong?"
Shen Mojin opened his thin lips slightly, "How can those people say anything about Jiujiu?"
Chi Jiujiu paused, then realized what Shen Mojin was referring to. She shook her head and smiled, "Just a melon eater, it doesn't matter."
Just when Chi Jiujiu thought it was over.
The next second, Shen Mojin said something with a hint of jealousy in his knife.
She didn't know how to explain it for a moment.
Shen Mojin's deep eyes darkened, "Jiujiu, are you still not satisfied with having a husband? You clearly know that man covets you, yet you sit so close to him? And -" Wearing that man's clothes? ! !
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