Junior sister took first place again

Ning Jiasheng was deeply attracted by the brilliant golden feathers. She could feel the powerful and pure power of fire element contained in them, which was a great temptation to her.

However, as a qualified swordsman, she was not carried away by joy. Ning Jiasheng knew very well that the more she was in such a situation, the more she had to remain calm.

She approached the feather cautiously, trying to touch it with her hand wrapped in spiritual power.

However, just as her fingers were about to touch the feathers, a stream of hot air suddenly burst out from the feathers and hit her.

Ning Jiasheng reacted quickly and immediately strengthened his spiritual power shield. At the same time, he quickly retreated to avoid the powerful airflow and began to chant hand gestures to cast spells.

Flames rose from her palms, fighting against the fire elemental power emanating from the feathers.

The surrounding water was reflected crimson by the flames between the two. The spring water boiled, and countless bubbles emerged and burst, but were evaporated by the powerful force of the fire element at the same time. The water level was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ning Jiasheng continued to increase his strength, trying to tame the feather with his own power.

As time went by, Ning Jiasheng felt as if she was wrapped in magma. With every breath she took, it seemed as if two flames were coming in and out. After a while, she would be cooked by stewing.

A fierce look flashed in her eyes, and her whole body turned into a stream of light and flashed over. She gritted her teeth and forcefully grabbed the feather.

Ning Jiasheng was prepared to be burned, but the moment she touched the feather, it suddenly sank into Ning Jiasheng's palm, and then a strange golden-red symbol appeared on the back of her hand!

"!!!"

Ning Jiasheng was shocked and flew out without hesitation to find a place to hide.

Because the commotion here had attracted the attention of many disciples, Ning Jiasheng discovered that more than a dozen auras were approaching here rapidly.

She didn't want to reveal her whereabouts for the time being. What was more troublesome was that the demonic pattern on the back of her hand must not be discovered by anyone!

Ning Jiasheng's heart was tense. As he ran away in spirit form, he was rapidly thinking about the terrain around him.

She had to find a hidden place immediately, otherwise once discovered by other disciples, the demonic pattern on the back of her hand would cause a huge commotion.

Her figure moved through the woods like a ghost, avoiding the rapidly approaching auras she encountered along the way.

She quickly calculated in her mind which place in this dense forest was secluded enough for her to hide temporarily.

Finally, she found a cave surrounded by dense trees. The entrance of the cave was covered by vines and bushes, and it was easy to miss it if you didn't look carefully.

Ning Jiasheng slipped into the cave without hesitation and quickly concealed the entrance again with magic to ensure that no trace could be seen from the outside.

Inside the cave, Ning Jiasheng leaned against the stone wall, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm his heartbeat.

She had already used up most of her spiritual power in the previous fight with Feather, and after going through the thrilling and exciting escape, her heart was now beating like a rabbit.

She raised her hand and carefully observed the golden-red symbol on the back of her hand. It was emitting a faint light and was extremely eye-catching.

Ning Jiasheng tried several times, and even used the technique Ji He taught her, but she still couldn't hide it completely.

"This demon pattern...what on earth is going on?"

Ning Jiasheng muttered to herself, even if she couldn't get rid of it for the time being, she couldn't even hide it on the surface. This was too weird.

She tried to mobilize the spiritual power in her body and didn't feel anything unusual, but the golden-red demonic pattern gradually became brighter as her spiritual power flowed.

Ning Jiasheng looked inside again and didn't see anything extra inside his body. Both his sea of consciousness and his sea of qi were normal.

"No!"

Ning Jiasheng frowned and sighed, "After all this time, it's just a useless thing... Plus, there's a demonic mark on the back of my hand that can't be hidden. How am I going to train properly from now on?"

Unable to get rid of the demon pattern for the time being, she suddenly thought of something, "Oh no!" She quickly took out the snow monster from the storage bag and released the restriction on it.

Although it had resumed its movement, the snow monster now looked even more miserable than a cabbage covered with frost and snow. It seemed as if it had been being roasted by a raging fire, with water droplets falling in strings.

The spiritual pressure around him was so weak that it seemed like it would disappear at any moment.

"Are you ok?"

Ning Jiasheng asked without feeling guilty.

"Immortal Lord, I'm fine. Now that you've got the things, can you let me go?"

Ning Jiasheng found that he could understand every word the snow monster said without any difficulty!

She raised her hand and looked at the demon pattern. What kind of magical effect did it have?

But there are more important things at the moment.

"No."

Ning Jiasheng said to the snow monster in a decisive tone, "I can't meet anyone else for now. You're a spirit born in this area. Take me to a secluded place to stay for a few days."

“. . . . . .”

"What? You don't want to?"

Ning Jiasheng narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The snow monster shuddered and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "No! I'm not unwilling! I'm just thinking about where to go."

Ning Jiasheng folded his arms and glanced at it, "Don't try to play tricks. It's clear to me whether you're lying or not."

"I didn't kill you as promised. I've shown enough mercy. If I met another cultivator, they wouldn't be so easy to talk to."

The snow monster was startled and put away his evil ideas. He took Ning Jiasheng and flew to a remote place away from the disciples.

Youzhou.

In the Day Palace, Cannian, who had not woken up in three hundred years, regained some consciousness for the first time.