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Ning Wufeng scratched his head in embarrassment and asked: "master, did I rush this too much to destroy your Soul Power Pearl?"
"No rush, no rush, haha." Nie Feijian could not hold back his laughter.
"Then what is the level of my Soul Strength?" Ning Wufeng asked.
"Very, very strong." Nie Feijian's smile almost overflowed as he stood up and pushed all of the spirit pen and talisman paper on the table in front of Ning Wufeng.
"Li'er, you will teach Feng Er how to inscribe talismans in the future. I will be going on a trip soon." "Haha." Nie Feijian was in an extremely good mood as he laughed heartily and walked out of the Cold Heart Pavilion.
Ning Wufeng rubbed his head. Even now, he still did not know what rank his Soul Strength was.
"Senior Sister, do you know?" he asked, raising his head to look at Hu Li.
"Very, very strong." Hu Li repeated himself.
Ning Wufeng curled his lips, and said immediately: "Senior sister, then, where should we begin to learn how to draw talismans?"
He solemnly placed the jade talisman in front of him and chose a spirit pen.
"This one." Hu Li took the spirit pen from his hand and gave him a red spirit pen.
"Don't we have good spirit pen s?" Ning Wufeng curled his lips, even if he was a novice, he wouldn't use the worst spirit pen.
"A Spirit Master uses his heart to draw the outline of the laws of the world, not a spirit pen to paint a picture of a tiger." Hu Li said lightly.
Ning Wufeng frowned, this could be considered as a reason to stop him from talking. The worst spirit pen would be the worst spirit pen.
"The base of the spirit is the mind, the spiritual energy is the ink, and the route of the attack is drawn out. The attacks of the Spirit Spell and the Spirit Arts were released through the use of Spiritual Energy. However, the Spirit Master merely stored this attack on the jade talisman, and waited for it to detonate when necessary. "
Hu Li flicked his finger and an ice needle appeared in front of him.
"Do you see how it was formed?"
Without waiting for Ning Wufeng to reply, Hu Li had drawn an ice needle himself. It was also sharp, shining in all directions, its aura not one bit inferior to the real ice needle in the air.
"They are all formed from spiritual energy. It's just that their manifestations are different." Hu Li said lightly.
Ning Wufeng thought for a moment, then drew an ice needle on the jade talisman.
But the Ice Needle Disciple he drew had a shape, and the spirit energy it emitted was extremely weak. To be precise, it was the spirit energy that was smeared on the spirit pen, not the spirit energy he poured in.
"Didn't I ask you to draw a needle?" "Why are you so stupid?" Hu Li unrestrainedly said to Ning Wufeng.
"Isn't this the first time?" Ning Wufeng curled his lips and laughed.
"Do you still want to try out the feeling of being frozen?" Hu Li suddenly laughed, his smile was like a flower, causing people's hearts to palpitate.
"What a fox spirit." Ning Wufeng muttered. After that, he felt Hu Li's gaze suddenly become sharp, and hurriedly shook his head, saying: "I don't dare, I'll draw it properly right now."
He immediately became serious and focused as he threw himself into the spirit pen. As the spirit energy at the tip of the brush continued to flow, Hu Li recalled the scene where he agglomerated the ice needle.
With how powerful the Soul Strength that made the soul ball explode was, and with the training he had done previously in the star scroll, Ning Wufeng easily recalled the method to condense the ice needle. To him, condensing an ice needle with his spiritual energy wasn't a difficult thing.
But when using spirit pen s to inscribe ice needles onto jade talismans, it was the first time a young lady had gone up on a bridal sedan.
The spirit pen gently trembled as strands of spirit energy began to flow out. Ning Wufeng suddenly thought that if he wasn't holding onto a spirit pen, it was his finger.
Thinking of this, an ice needle formed from the spiritual energy of the tip of the brush.
The jade talisman lightly trembled. He approached the ice needle. With a kacha sound, the jade talisman was punctured, and the ice needle dissipated.
The ice needle and the jade talisman couldn't be fused together? Ning Wufeng frowned, and started to recall the method Hu Li used to inscribe the talisman.
The spirit pen in his hand also slightly trembled with his thoughts, and it was drawn on the jade talisman.
Hu Li's eyes could not help but reveal a strange look, he did not expect that after teaching this guy once, he could recover his original look, and furthermore, he could even understand it by himself. Wasn't his learning talent too monstrous?
Her brows lightly knitted as she watched Ning Wufeng's every move.
"That's not right." Ning Wufeng muttered. He first sketched out the shape of the ice needle on the jade talisman, and then began to slowly inject spirit energy.
After a while, an Ice Needle Glyph appeared.
"Senior apprentice-sister, look." Ning Wufeng laughed as he handed the talisman over to Hu Li. With a swish, the Ice Needle Talisman had exploded in Hu Li's hands, and an ice needle had shot towards Hu Li.
With a light clank, the ice needle exploded half an inch away from Hu Li.
The frost concept on Hu Li's face suddenly rose, and he immediately smiled, causing his heart to skip a beat. Then, Ning Wufeng's entire body was once again frozen.
With a satisfied smile, Hu Li leisurely left.
Two hours later, a shrill scream came from the Cold Heart Pavilion, "Fox spirit, I won't let you go."
For the next two months, Ning Wufeng studied drawing talismans day and night.
The talisman in his hand was activated, a dense golden light surged out, the Soul Condensing Shot was activated, and with a loud bang, the cold pond's water light burst out, shooting towards the sky.
"Haha, vixen, just you wait!" Ning Wufeng shouted loudly in delight.
In these two months, he had been mistreated by Hu Li quite a few times. With his late stage Spirit Soul Stage and abnormal innate skills, Ning Wufeng was simply not Hu Li's match.
However, in the past two months, Ning Wufeng's strength had increased a little. The early period of Spirit Soul Stage had already reached its peak, and was only a step away from the middle period of Spirit Soul Stage.
"You want to call me again?" Hu Li suddenly appeared, his ice-cold face didn't show the slightest change in emotion. He indifferently swept his gaze over Ning Wufeng, causing him to feel a chill on his back.
"No ?." No. Senior Sister, I wanted to tell you that the spirit ink is gone. " Ning Wufeng's eyeballs caught sight of the dried spirit ink on the table, and he laughed in embarrassment.
"Then come with me down the mountain." Hu Li said indifferently, he turned and walked out.
Down the mountain!
Ning Wufeng's expression changed. In all these days, other than Hu Li and Yan Ling, he had not even seen a single ghost shadow.
He quickly followed her as they walked down the mountain.
In Hanning Peak, other than Ning Wufeng and Yan Ling, there was no one else who had barged in, and no one else was watching from the bottom of the mountain.
However, as the number one ice beauty in the Swordwash Academy, Hu Li was naturally the center of attention.
"Look, it's an ice beauty." On the way, there were a few disciples who saw Hu Li and couldn't help but widen their eyes with a surprised expression.
"It really is him."
Afterwards, these people foolishly followed behind Hu Li, completely forgetting that they still had something to do.
"It's that kid. He's actually fine." Along the way, someone suddenly saw Ning Wufeng and shouted immediately. When they saw Hu Li, their tone suddenly became sluggish, "Good ? So beautiful. "
Ning Wufeng frowned. From the Hanning Peak to the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion, there were very few new people, but now this group of people followed Hu Li one after another, causing hundreds of people to follow them.
"Shi ?" Senior Sister, you are not going to freeze them all? " Ning Wufeng curled his lips and said.
Countless sharp gazes immediately shot towards Ning Wufeng. With so many ants biting on the elephant, Ning Wufeng's face changed as he followed Hu Li closely. Hu Li's fluttering long hair could even reach the tip of his nose. The group of disciples that followed closely behind him became even more furious.
Hu Li lightly glanced at Ning Wufeng, "This is not the Hanning Peak, foster father said that I can't make a move."
The meaning behind his words was that the Hanning Peak was her territory, so she could chase him away, but not here. Moreover, it didn't matter to Hu Li whether or not he had people following him.
Ning Wufeng rubbed his nose, his eyes lighting up as he said: "So that means you won't attack me here?"
"You can try." Hu Li said coldly, but Ning Wufeng did not feel the cold air coming from behind him.
Try it?
"Forget it." I'll let you go. " Ning Wufeng thought, he did not want to cause trouble for himself.
They arrived at the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion.
Hu Li told the disciples of the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion what he needed. The disciples of the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion, who usually dealt with other disciples quite a lot, actually saw Hu Li's beauty and gave them the best things with shocking speed.
Ning Wufeng kept all the items into his storage ring.
At this moment, trouble came.
"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet Junior Sister Hu Li here." A surprised voice was heard.
Just as Ning Wufeng and Yue Yang walked out of the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion's gate, they met a noble son who was being escorted by a large crowd. He was handsome, had an extraordinary bearing and had a pair of peach blossom eyes.
"It's Young Master Xie." When the surrounding disciples saw him, they all opened up a path.
Young Master Xie, surnamed Xie, named Young Master. The sect master's most outstanding disciple, the Ten Spirits Vein, only had a False Spiritual Pulse, a Purple Rank Soul Strength. More importantly, he was born with four souls and seven souls, one soul more than ordinary people.
Previously, Ning Wufeng had heard it said that this person was called the number one person in Swordwash Academy after Nie Feijian, and was groomed by the Swordwash Academy as the next Principal.
When Young Master Xie first saw Hu Li, he was extremely shocked, and thought that in the Swordwash Academy, only he could match up to Hu Li.
Hu Li swept a glance over him indifferently and said softly: "Let's go."
"Alright, Senior Sister." Ning Wufeng swept his eyes across Young Master Xie and said with a smile.
"Us?" Young Master Xie frowned, his gaze landing on Ning Wufeng. He had always treated Hu Li as his own, but now another man actually dared to follow behind her.
He stopped Ning Wufeng without batting an eyelid and smiled: "This junior brother here looks familiar, why haven't I seen him before?"
While he was speaking, a few people behind him surrounded Ning Wufeng.