Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He had already turned around when she suddenly felt a fluctuation of spiritual power.

He knew that Fu Ci Yan had already noticed his coming.

"Master, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

Sure enough, Fu Ci Yan asked him.

Feng He was a little embarrassed for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

Could it be that he really came to cause trouble for him?

Forget it.

Feng He said casually: "Nothing, I just came to see if you were practicing."

Fu Ci Yan was silent for a moment.

No words were spoken.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.

Feng He wanted to say something to make amends, so he made up a story out of nothing: "You've been playing a lot lately! I think you're falling behind!"

Fu Ci Yan said with a serious expression, "Master, don't worry, I will never back down!"

Feng He glanced at him sideways, didn't say anything, but just said "hmm" lightly.

Very useful.

When Fu Ci Yan saw him like this, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

His brain suddenly twitched, and he blurted out: "If Master doesn't believe me, you can come and test me!"

Feng He narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

He said, "You are so arrogant! Wait for you to practice for a few more months, and then I will test you again!"

Fu Ci Yan smiled and nodded.

After Feng He finished speaking, she turned and left.

Fu Ci Yan sighed slightly and continued to practice.

They had been practicing for several months, and Feng He had long forgotten about testing Fu Ci Yan.

It was Fu Ci Yan who came to find him after he had made another breakthrough in his cultivation.

At that time, he was waiting for someone to serve him in the morning. He thought it was a little boy, but later it turned out to be Fu Ci Yan who came in.

Feng He looked at his tall figure, stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why are you here? Have you come out of seclusion?"

Fu Ciyan nodded and said, "Yes."

Then she came over with ease and dressed him and tied his hair.

Feng He calculated and found that it had indeed been several months.

He has the herbs from Fu Ci Yan's medicine field, so he doesn't need anyone else to prepare the medicine for refining the pills.

Moreover, he could feel that the herbs grown in the medicine field were of better quality than those he found and used to make pills.

With the dual effects of the spiritual spring and the elixir, Feng He's health actually improved a little.

He no longer looked frail and sick, but instead had the lightness of a cultivator.

This made him very happy.

"Master, did you ask the boy to serve you while I was away?"

Feng He said, "What else?"

Fu Ci Yan lowered his eyes, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

He suppressed this inexplicable emotion and concentrated on the task at hand.

Looking at the vague face of his master, he suddenly thought of the method he saw in the Tianji Gongfa.

This spell can be broken. If his cultivation level can surpass that of his master and he uses this spell, he will be able to see his master's true face anytime and anywhere.

Fu Ci Yan exhaled slowly, but his current cultivation level was probably not as good as his master's.

But speaking of cultivation...

“Master, you said before that you would test me after I have cultivated…”

Feng He: “…”

In fact, he doesn't really want to test it now.

But through the water mirror, he seemed to be able to see Fu Ci Yan's hopeful eyes.

Feng He exhaled and said, "Okay then, we'll be there in a minute."

"Yes!"

Feng He secretly circulated his spiritual power to see if it was enough, fearing that something unexpected would happen and he would make a fool of himself in front of his disciple.

They came to a flat area.

Feng He didn't say any more nonsense and started attacking Fu Ci Yan directly.

But Fu Ci Yan could easily dodge every attack.

Feng He narrowed her eyes. It seemed that he had practiced well and made great progress.

Then he started attacking him again with even more force.

They not only compete in physical skills but also in magic.

Feng He wanted to reach out and grab Fu Ci Yan's neck. Fu Ci Yan saw it and was confident that he could dodge it, but for some reason, he stood there without moving.

In the end Feng He successfully subdued him.

Fu Ci Yan was dragged to the ground.

There was an inexplicable emotion in his eyes that was hard to tell, but of course Feng He didn't notice it.

Feng He was satisfied, hahahaha. His master was quite amazing.

Although he won, he felt that Fu Ci Yan seemed a little absent-minded.

"What's wrong with you? You seem a little absent-minded."

Fu Ciyan's eyes rolled slightly, he took a deep breath, and said, "No, I haven't practiced well yet."

Feng He felt that this was a possibility. After all, although Fu Ci Yan had made a lot of progress, the time was too short and the progress was not that exaggerated.

Feng He looked down at Fu Ci Yan who was lying on the ground. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Get up."

Fu Ci Yan lay there and looked at him for a while, then got up silently.

Feng He said in a very happy tone: "You passed the test. You have practiced well."

There was no joy on Fu Ciyan's face. He only said, "Master, I will definitely continue to work hard."

Feng He nodded, but still couldn't help but say: "At this level, you are already very impressive."

Fu Ci Yan shook his head.

Feng He thought to herself that Fu Ci Yan was really a competitive person.

"Then go and practice quickly, and bring me first place in the sect competition."

"Yes."

Fu Ciyan kept wondering why he didn't dodge just now. He felt that it was because...

The master's hand approached him, and although it hit his weak spot, he did not try to dodge.

I just want to have a closer contact with Master...

Fu Ci Yan lowered his eyes. He didn't like having any contact with others in the past, and was even a little repulsive.

But now...

Just now, Master's fingers touched his neck, and he trembled all over, both physically and mentally.

Fu Ci Yan felt as if he had some thoughts that he shouldn't have. His face turned pale and there was a rare hint of fear in his eyes.

He tried hard to suppress it and continued to practice.

He must win the sect competition and must not let his master down.

After Fu Ci Yan went to practice, Feng He stayed alone for several months.

Then Shen Wenchen and Jing Niansang came out. They both practiced well.

Feng He naturally wanted to take them to participate in the sect competition. In order to test them, he said, "You two will join forces later, and I will test your training results."

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Feng He has been practicing a lot these days. Although his health is still not very good, it should be more than enough to beat the two of them.

Unexpectedly, during the competition, the two of them cooperated extremely well, which made him a little overwhelmed for a while.

Feng He actually didn't use too much strength because that would not be good for his body.

His pupils dilated. No way, was he going to make a fool of himself in front of his apprentice?

But if he used magic, his meridians would hurt.

I originally thought that he could subdue them both with his physical strength alone, but... it seemed... he was too self-righteous.