Talent cannot be equated with strength. If she has the same strength and cultivation, her master will be enough to block everyone present.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The moment he was wrong, Qingning opened her mouth and said calmly.

"She did a good job, but it was far from enough."

Mu Chengxue said calmly, "The strength she should have is far more than that. She has obtained the phoenix origin of her master, but the power she wielded is less than half that of her master."

"Wait a little longer."

Qingning sighed lightly and said, "You also know how much suffering her master has suffered because of the combat power that ordinary people cannot reach."

Mu Chengxue was silent, and after a moment, nodded, "I know, Aman and I will continue to train her until she can stimulate all her potential."

After saying that, Mu Chengxue didn't say anything more and walked forward.

Qingning withdrew her gaze and looked at the girl in front of her, her gaze became extremely complicated.

Yin'er, there may be really not much time left for you.

At the same time, in the northwest of the primitive demon realm, Yangguan Peak, the world's first pavilion, the pavilion under the cold moon, smoke gathers and mist, the East Realm, the first person in the Four Mysterious Realm sits quietly, and in front of him, the incense burner floats, and the fog is covered with his face.

Looking at the lonely shadow, the sword is full of coldness and lust, adding to the charm.

The cold wind blows, and the lonely lamp jumps lightly, reflecting a person's cold body. I don't know which black sand is decorated with black and white, and the saint's golden scroll reflects the filth of the world.

The void moves, and the night master comes, and the sword in the fog is seen for a long time without disturbing it.
Chapter completed!