Even the robust Foundation Establishment Cultivator was powerless to retaliate.
Seeing this, everyone understood all the more clearly that this was truly a high-level traveler!
The robust man turned pale, scrambling away in a panic.
Daoist Miaofang, too lazy to argue with these people, smiled and looked at Qing Jun.
Despite the veil she wore, Qing Jun's spirit was unmistakably evident, inexplicably drawing others to her.
The more Daoist Miaofang looked, the more he liked what he saw. He smiled slightly, "Little girl, pay close attention!"
The iron skewer in his hand twirled, and from his fingertips, a wisp of pure blue Spiritual Fire flashed out—it was a special kind of Spiritual Fire!
Fizz, fizz, fizz—
As the Spiritual Fire roasted, the bull tendon shrank and changed color, releasing an enticing aroma that materialized into a white mist, spreading outward.
"This is actually Heavenly Spiritual Fire..."
Watching beside him, Chen Ye couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.
