Chapter 1742 Really Soft

Yun Qingyan didn't know that even a god-killing master could remember a single style after Huang Yan's demonstration, which is unique, not to mention that her current cultivation has just reached the goddess?

Immediately afterwards, Huang Yan demonstrated it several times before Yun Qingyan remembered all the nine styles.

When it was her turn to fight, she felt that her movements were extremely difficult, as if she was trapped in a swamp. Every time she made a shot, there was a powerful force behind her to stop her, making it difficult for even her divine power to operate.

There was a little cold sweat on her forehead, and Huang Yan did not urge her, but stood patiently aside, her red eyes staring at her so quietly.

Xuan Jie didn't know the passage of time at all. Fortunately, Xiao Xuan helped her pay attention to the time difference, otherwise she was really afraid that she would miss the opportunity of the Lai family's action.

I don't know how long it took for Yun Qingyan to practice those nine styles proficiently.

This is the practice of the unapplied Xingyuan force. After the Xingyuan force is poured into it, the power of the nine mudras can be truly exerted.

She rested for a while, her face put away her usual cynicism, and she stared at the crystal clear ice-blue stone floating in front of her.

When she was just about to refine, Huang Yan suddenly stopped her.

"Wait a moment."

Yun Qingyan looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly felt two slender fingers pressed against his lips, and something squeezed in.

"Wait a minute, your strength may be insufficient, and you should first contain a few recovery pills, just in case." Huang Yan said with a handsome face.

Yun Qingyan was surprised that she had eight seas of energy. She had never worried about the lack of Xing Yuan strength before, but this time... Huang Yan actually said that she might not have enough strength?

Huang Yan's practice time is longer than her, and her experience is more experienced. Since he said that it is not enough, it means that these nine handprints are really exhausting.

Yun Qingyan's face tightened, and her expression became more serious.

Huang Yan's hand that took back the sleeve robe gently twisted, and suddenly lost his mind.

so soft.

A sexy throat roll.

Seeing him staring at her, Yun Qingyan seemed to be thinking of something else, and asked, "Is there anything else to pay attention to??"

"Cough cough." Huang Yan coughed twice to cover up his absent-mindedness, "No, let's start."

Yun Qingyan nodded lightly, the sea of ​​​​qi spun, and the star force began to surge in the tendons.

He raised his hands slightly, interlaced his fingers, and a huge golden phantom hit Bingxinshi.

"Om!" An invisible voice sounded in the void.

Yun Qingyan felt an icy chill wrap her around her, and her body felt a little rough.

The Xingyuan Force had been running for a week before the chill dissipated slightly.

It was the second handprint again, and the chill of the frozen bones deepened again. If it was light snow before, it is now heavy snow.

She seemed to have lost her strength and was an ordinary person in thin clothes, shivering in the snow, her upper and lower teeth chattering.

Huang Yan has been paying close attention to this place, he pursed his lips tightly, and put away his usual wanton appearance, the tight jaw line was as sharp as a blade.

He didn't know if it was right to let her refine the Xuan Ring now, but the sooner it was refined, the better for her future cultivation.

If you want to reach that state, hard work and talent alone are not enough, you must have a big chance.

All suffering must be borne by herself!

By the time Yun Qingyan made the fifth mark with difficulty, the ice had already filled her body, her eyebrows and hair were covered with frost, a small white face was frozen purple, and her eyes were tight. Shut up, it looks pathetic.