Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

An Ziqi smiled embarrassedly, "No, it was too late yesterday. I was embarrassed to find you, so I just tried to practice."

Mu Qingfeng...

Trying to practice casually is the result of other people's practice for several years. If it is heard by other spiritual practitioners, it will probably vomit blood.

An Ziqi has mastered the most basic training method. In fact, it is even more difficult to practice after the spiritual power reaches the later stage.

But she is in an urgent situation now, even if she is genius and fast, it is impossible for her to upgrade rapidly in the next two days.

Mu Qingfeng had no choice but to find out the later cultivation of the mind, and told her face to face in detail some things that needed to be paid attention to.

Of course, the specific problems encountered in practice vary from person to person.

Everyone has different talents, and the practice problems encountered are also different.

However, with An Ziqi's current mental power, as long as she mastered the correct application method, it should be more than enough to deal with Ye Heruoqiu.

The use of spiritual power is, to some extent, similar to spiritual power.

The basic level of application An Ziqi had vaguely figured out some of it before. In order for her to better understand and apply, Mu Qingfeng personally demonstrated it to her.

Watching Mu Qingfeng flexibly transform his spiritual power into various forms, he swung his sword to directly cut off a willow branch hundreds of meters away, and a sword pierced the clouds.

An Ziqi couldn't help taking a breath.

She didn't know until now that Mu Qingfeng turned out to be a master of spiritual power besides being a master of spiritual power.

Can be called a true spiritual master.

If it wasn't time urgent, she really wanted to directly worship Mu Qingfeng as a teacher.

Seeing her stunned look, Mu Qingfeng flipped the long sword in her hand and turned that mental power into a flute at will, and smiled, "Don't be so surprised, I just practiced for a long time."

An Ziqi subconsciously said, "How long is it?"

She can also calculate how long it will take for herself to be so good.

Mu Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, looked at her and said, "You don't want to know my age."

After speaking, he seemed to be afraid of hitting her, and smiled, "However, with your talent, you will probably be able to catch up and surpass me soon."

His words are not an exaggeration at all. His spiritual practice is definitely not talented, but he is a little bit more patient than others, and his practice time is much longer.

An Ziqi did not ask more wisely, and looked at the flute in his hand curiously, "Can I look at it?"

Mu Qingfeng directly passed the flute in her hand.

An Ziqi stretched out her hand to take it. This was the first time she had personally encountered the spiritual power of someone else.

The flute was actually as warm and cool as jade, and the roots of Yingluo hanging down from the back of the flute were distinct, shaking gently with the movements of her hands, very realistic.

If she hadn't known it in advance, she would have thought it was a jade flute.

"Can this really be an instrument?"

"of course."

Mu Qingfeng raised his hand and held it to his lips, and the melodious flute sound instantly came from the flute under his lips.

The majesty of the morning is blowing, and the sound of the flute is melodious, which makes people feel more refreshed and happy after hearing it.

And as the flute sounded high, An Ziqi's spirit couldn't help but gradually tightened, and in the end, she was actually unable to restrain the killing air in her body.