Chapter 9 Teacher, I really can’t bear it anymore

Time flies and seven days pass.

In the room, Chenfeng sat cross-legged on the soft couch, holding a third-level magic core tightly in his hand, and strands of energy were continuously absorbed into his body.

At this moment, the magic core in his hand has shrunk a lot.

This is already the second level three magic core that Morrowind has swallowed.

boom!

At this moment, a muffled sound came from Chenfeng's body, and then his breath suddenly rose.

Samsung Fighter!

At this moment, Chenfeng had suddenly reached the level of a three-star fighting master.

Chenfeng slowly opened his eyes, his dark eyes flashing with excitement.

"If this continues, I'm afraid it won't be long before I can break through to the realm of a great fighter."

In seven days, two small realms were broken in a row.

If such a speed of cultivation were spread, people would be shocked.

Chenfeng stood up, took a look at Yun Yun's portrait on the bedside, and immediately respected it.

Without the teacher's supervision, he would not have made such progress in cultivation.

During these seven days, under the supervision of Yun Yun's portrait, he no longer had the heat in his heart, and he only wanted to practice marksmanship and practice the Yuan Swallowing Technique.

Therefore, Chen Feng looked at the portrait of Yun Yun on the bedside and respected her several times every day.

After all, without the careful training of his teachers, he would not have achieved what he has today.

…

"Feng'er."

At this moment, Yun Yun's voice suddenly sounded.

"Um?"

"I seemed to hear the teacher's voice."

Chenfeng opened his eyes, looked up at the portrait of Yun Yun on the bedside, and murmured: "Is it possible that there is an auditory hallucination?"

Bang bang bang!

But after a while, Chenfeng's door was suddenly knocked, and at the same time Yun Yun's voice came: "Feng'er, open the door quickly."

"It's really a teacher!"

Chenfeng heard it clearly now and immediately stood up and opened the door.

"Feng'er, what are you doing in the house? I called you several times but there was no response."

Today, Yun Yun is dressed in white clothes and a white skirt. Three thousand black hairs as black as ink are draped down like a waterfall, hanging down to her slender waist. Her stunning face is like a flower fairy in the mountains who doesn't care about worldly things, full of moving beauty. The ethereal color in his eyes was flowing, and what he had in his eyes was just the light breeze that penetrated his bones.

"Teacher, I'm sorry. I was practicing just now and didn't react for a moment. I hope you can forgive me."

Chenfeng said apologetically: "Teacher, please go into the room first."

Hearing that Chen Feng was immersed in cultivation, Yun Yun was naturally not dissatisfied. She nodded slightly and followed Chen Feng into the room.

"Huh? What does this smell like?"

As soon as she entered the room, Yun Yun frowned slightly and noticed a strange smell.

"Feng'er, have you not taken a shower in a few days?"

Yun Yun looked at Chenfeng up and down with suspicious eyes.

Hearing this, Chenfeng felt a little embarrassed, shook his head and said, "No, teacher, I take a shower every day."

He loves cleanliness so much, how could he not take a bath, and wash himself several times a day?

"Teacher, I must have been exercising in the room these past few days and sweated too much, so there is a smell of sweat in the room." Chenfeng explained quickly.

After activating the dragon-elephant body, his body is full of power all the time.

In order to prevent himself from thinking wildly, he had to do some strenuous exercise every day.

For example, practice marksmanship, sit-ups...

These strenuous exercises will naturally cause you to sweat profusely, and it is normal to have some sweaty odor in the room.

"Um."

Yun Yun didn't pay too much attention to this, and nodded slightly, then took out a jade bottle from Najie, handed it to Chen Feng, and said: "Feng'er, you should be about to break through to the Dou Master realm, this bottle of purple jade The spiritual liquid should be able to help you."

Yun Yun has always been concerned about Chenfeng's cultivation.

When she thought about it, Morrowind had broken through to the Nine-Star Fighter realm half a month ago.

During this period of time, the realm should have been stabilized and he was preparing to sprint to the Dou Master realm.

Therefore, Yun Yun promptly sent this bottle of purple jade spiritual liquid, hoping to help Chen Feng.

"Thank you, teacher. With this bottle of purple jade spiritual liquid, this disciple is confident that he can break through to the realm of Dou Shi within a week."

Chen Feng took the jade bottle over, but did not refuse, nor did he reveal his current true cultivation level.

After all, his cultivation speed suddenly increased so quickly, which is hard to explain.

This purple jade spirit liquid seemed to belong to the energy body, and it was useful to him anyway.

"Feng'er, you just need to concentrate on your cultivation and leave the other aspects to your teacher."

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Yun Yun smiled happily. In terms of cultivation, this precious disciple has never let her down.

At this moment, Yun Yun's eyes flickered, and she suddenly saw the portrait hanging above Chen Feng's bed, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

"Feng'er, why do you hang the portrait of your teacher on your bedside?" Yun Yun looked at the portrait on the bedside and felt a little uncomfortable.

Any woman will feel a little awkward when she sees her portrait hanging above a man's bedside.

Although Chen Feng was his disciple, he was still a man, and Yun Yun still felt a little uncomfortable.

"The teacher doesn't know something. After hanging the teacher's portrait above the bed, the disciple practices every day and feels as if the teacher is beside him, always supervising the disciple, so the disciple does not dare to slack off at all."

Chenfeng saw that Yun Yun's expression was wrong, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained.

After hearing Chen Feng's explanation, Yun Yun's expression softened slightly. Hanging the portrait on the bedside would be of great help to Chen Feng's cultivation, which immediately made her no longer care.

Yun Yun was even a little happy in her heart.

A portrait of himself has such a great influence on Chenfeng, which shows that his position as a teacher is extremely important in his mind.

All these years of training were not in vain.

"In that case, if you want to hang it by the bedside, just hang it by the bedside."

"But don't damage your master's portrait."

Yun Yun smiled, then walked towards Chenfeng's bed and took down the portrait.

"Feng'er, why are there some stains on this?"

At this time, Yun Yun found something dirty on the portrait, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped it, but it was still sticky.

"What is this?"

Chenfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked over and said with a smile, "It must be sweat splashed on it. Teacher, let me wipe it up."

Yun Yun didn't think much and handed the portrait in her hand directly to Chen Feng.

"Okay, practice well. If you need anything, just come and find me as your teacher." Yun Yun turned around and was about to leave.

Morrowind suddenly said: "Wait!"

Yun Yun asked: "Feng'er, is there anything else?"

Chenfeng hesitated for a moment: "Teacher, this disciple really can't bear it anymore..."

Yun Yun was confused when she heard this: "???

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Chenfeng was brave enough and continued: "Teacher, can you ask junior sister to come over to my place?"

After hearing Chen Feng's words, Yun Yun understood immediately and remained silent on the spot, her face a little red.