Chapter 131: Apprentice Five: Who Calculated Who
"I don't know what the seniors are called." Feng Xingying asked with a serious expression, and his words were full of respect.
"Just call me master." Sword Spirit's voice was full of pride in the presence of the old god.
"..." Feng Xingying simply ignored her again.
"Hey, little girl, don't be so stingy. I'll tell you that. You can call me Master Lihuang. What about you? I don't know the name of my apprentice yet."
"Feng Xingying."
"A serious little girl is not fun at all. Let's make a bet. If this little turtle evolves successfully, you will worship me as a teacher. If it fails to evolve, I will accept you as an apprentice. Why? Sample?"
"Okay." Feng Xingying smiled.
"You, why are you so stupid?" Lord Lihuang was very depressed. Could it be that she accepted a stupid apprentice this time, and couldn't even hear the mechanism in her language?
As everyone knows, Feng Xingying is the most cunning one, how could she not hear it? No matter whether she wins or loses, she has to worship this senior Lihuang as her teacher.
But so what, people always have to keep improving. In terms of spiritual energy, Feng Xingying does have a lot of shortcomings, especially in the world of spirit beasts, tool refiners, talismans, and mysterious spirit masters, almost at a loss.
She doesn't want to be a dodder clinging to a big tree, and she doesn't want to rely on Qin Molin for everything.
So she needs to be a teacher, and she needs to make herself stronger.
In fact, Feng Xingying was already heartbroken when Sword Spirit spoke for the first time. It's just that she doesn't like Sword Spirit's rude way of speaking, who makes her too proud.
It wasn't until she was rambled about, feeling her warm family affection and the loneliness buried deep in her sword, that Feng Xingying inexplicably wanted to bond with this old lady.
They accompany each other.
It's just that Feng Xingying's face is thin and he can't speak.
Li Huang's bet just gave Feng Xingying this level.
As an influential figure in the Divine Phoenix Clan, how could Sword Spirit be stupid? After the excitement, after saying that Feng Xingying was not a scheming child, he also understood, and couldn't help but say more excitedly:
"Let me just say it, who of the children of our Divine Phoenix Clan can refuse such a good master like me, don't worry, as long as you are my disciple of Lihuang Tianzun, you will not be able to be ordinary in the future!
As a disciple of Lihuang Tianzun, I only have the opportunity to bully others, and there is no possibility of being bullied at all! "
"Tianzun? What level?" Feng Xingying asked curiously.
"In short, it is very powerful, you little girl, you have never heard of it before." Lihuang Tianzun was very proud of his adoration.
At this moment, the fire on the watermelon suddenly disappeared, like a stream of heat, all poured into the shell of the watermelon.
The watermelon shrunk its body into a ball and shrunk tightly in the turtle shell.
The tortoise shell was beaten by the heat, and the original pure green color began to be dyed with layers of red light.
Feng Xingying's heart was also raised in his throat.
Although she has been with watermelon for a long time, she admires and sincerely loves her, and she has already regarded it as a partner.
Although Feng Xingying had no choice when contracting Watermelon, but later when Watermelon asked her for a drop of blood, Feng Xingying had already recognized this spirit beast.
As long as it is still alive, Feng Xingying will not change mounts!
This is the bond between the spirit beast and its master.
Perhaps feeling Feng Xingying's determination, Watermelon also worked harder. It should be the master's most attractive mount. It should not just be the third-order little spirit beast that needs to be protected by people.