The Almighty Female Supporting Role of Quick Transmigration is in training

Chapter 570 The Lost Memory of the Collapsed Immortal Cultivation Plane (16)

Although he had reached Luo Qinghuan's level of cultivation and no longer needed sleep, when he saw himself in the mirror with two big dark circles under his eyes, the corners of Luo Qinghuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Not to mention cultivating all night yesterday, with Changqing by his side, Luo Qinghuan had no intention of doing other things at all.

In the mirror, a hand suddenly appeared and landed on Luo Qinghuan's shoulder.

"looking at what?"

Chang Qing from behind leaned over, leaned very close, his snow-colored skin pressed against Luo Qinghuan's cheek, and kissed Luo Qinghuan's side face very familiarly.

The expression on Luo Qinghuan's face was slightly distorted. She raised her hand and slapped the back of Changqing's hand.

"Master's body hasn't recovered yet, it's better for you to go back to the space to cultivate yourself during this time."

"No, stay by Huanhuan's side, the injury will heal faster," Chang Qing stubbornly stretched out his fingers to wrap around Luo Qinghuan's long hair, and twisted her hair ends He sniffed at the tip of his nose, "Thanks to Huanhuan last night, it was a pleasure to be a teacher."

Damn it, can you please stop saying such ambiguous things? Isn’t this deliberately misleading?
With a dark face, Luo Qinghuan pushed away the man who was sticking to her body.

"I'm sorry Master, I think my current cultivation method is very good, and I don't need to try other methods."

"Huanhuan is still as stubborn as ever," Changqing curled his lips, "Forget it, if you don't like it, let it be, as a teacher, there are other things..."

"I reject!"

Nonsense, no one's cultivation method is to hug each other with the opposite sex, this is clearly taking advantage of her blatantly.

"Huanhuan won't know if you don't try it. How about tonight..."

A well popped out of Luo Qinghuan's forehead.

"I'll say it again, I, refuse, refuse."

"Oh?"

The man's fingers were cold, moving down from the top of Luo Qinghuan's head, and lightly tapped on Luo Qinghuan's wrist.

Countless spiritual power entered Luo Qinghuan's body and rushed towards the dantian, but Luo Qinghuan's dantian was silent and lifeless, and was forced to leave as soon as the spiritual power reached the dantian.Those spiritual powers that had nowhere to rest could only temporarily reside elsewhere in her body.

The damage to the dantian was the main reason why Luo Qinghuan's cultivation base plummeted, so he was trying to repair Luo Qinghuan's dantian all night yesterday, but it was a pity that his spiritual power alone could not repair it, and one more thing was needed.

Changqing always felt very distressed whenever he found her damaged dantian.

Luo Qinghuan naturally noticed that his dantian was being watched, but it was only because that person was Changqing that Luo Qinghuan was so relaxed.

"When I woke up, it was already like this."

Seeing that Changqing was holding his hand, Luo Qinghuan somewhat understood what he meant, so she opened her mouth to explain. Changqing looked up and smiled after hearing this.

"Well, it's the sequelae from that time. But don't worry about Huanhuan, it's easy to cure."

Simple?It is the most important place for a cultivator. Once it is damaged, the cultivator will not be able to practice. Fortunately, after returning to this body, Luo Qinghuan barely maintained his status as a cultivator relying on a powerful system. He thought he wanted to restore his dantian It's impossible, I didn't expect Changqing to say such a thing.

"Master, what should I do?"

"If you want to completely restore your dantian, you only need one thing."

There was spiritual power surging in Changqing's palm, and gradually the spiritual power gathered to form a brown piece of wood floating in the air. Luo Qinghuan reached out to touch it, but it disappeared as soon as he touched it. Changqing smiled lightly, Gathered spiritual power again and pushed the wooden block in front of Luo Qinghuan.

"This is what you need - Yangshenmu."

……

The annual Shushan Grand Competition is coming soon. As the disciple of Daoist Qingxu, Luo Qinghuan also signed up for the Shushan Grand Competition. Of course, her goal is not to become famous, but to get the prizes of the competition.

As long as the top three in the competition will have a chance to get a top-quality wood-type spirit sword made by Shushan Qiankunzi.

The ultimate wood-type spirit sword uses a precious wood called spirit wood. Although the spirit wood is not as precious as the sacred wood, it is very similar to the sacred wood. The sacred wood is rare in a thousand years. It is very difficult for Luo Qinghuan to find the spiritual wood , but if spirit wood is used instead, most of her dantian can be repaired.

Knowing that the rewards for the top three included spirit trees, Luo Qinghuan couldn't wait to go to Su Su to help sign up. After signing up, it took nearly seven days of audition, and only after passing the audition did he officially enter the competition.

After the audition, there are still a hundred Shushan disciples left, including inner disciples and outer disciples, and a small number of less talented but hardworking handyman disciples. The inner disciples are all for generous rewards. Come, and those outer disciples and handyman disciples are looking for a good master.

If he can show his face in the competition, maybe he will be favored by the elders, and he will become an inner sect disciple who can live comfortably.

On the first day of the competition, Luo Qinghuan's competition was arranged very early, every time Luo Qinghuan defeated his opponent on the stage with a few moves, there was an extra green line on his jade card, which meant She had a victory.

Although his competition was over, Luo Qinghuan was not in a hurry to go back. Shushan Lunjianfeng set up many rings for this competition, and Luo Qinghuan pushed aside the crowd and moved to the front of another ring.

In the arena, a man and a woman are having a fierce competition. The two seem to be evenly matched, and even their spiritual roots are the same. Everyone in the arena is guessing who will win. Everyone thinks that this battle will last for a long time.

"Hey, guess who will win?"

"You don't have to ask. Of course it's a man. Let me tell you, a woman's physical strength is still not as good as a man's. Just watch. After a while, the woman will not have the strength to swing a sword!"

"Oh, brother, what you said really makes sense!"

Hearing all kinds of similar comments, Luo Qinghuan couldn't help laughing. These disciples in the Qi refining period are still too low in cultivation, and they can't understand the competition in the arena at all.

Although the two of them looked evenly matched in the arena, the female cultivator was fighting against the opponent again and again, and her sword moves became more and more proficient. It can be seen that the female cultivator is a person who is very good at learning and imitating. So far, the female cultivator has not To show her true strength, she has been waiting, waiting for a suitable opportunity to turn defense into offense.

"Oh, stupid,"

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his ear, Luo Qinghuan subconsciously looked back, but saw a person who shouldn't be here.

Standing behind Luo Qinghuan was a man dressed as an outer disciple. The man was tall and tall, and his handsome face did not contain the slightest emotion. Hearing someone analyze the competition in the arena like this, his calm eyes flooded There was a wave of waves.

Luo Qinghuan caught the flashing emotion called sarcasm in time.

(End of this chapter)