There are six explanations in total.

Nearly six hundred words.

Beiyuan Nanfeng took four or five minutes to finish watching it all.

Aside from his interest in Qihai Chengzi's "Only My Law".

The biggest feeling of the south wind in the north is that it is abrupt.

During this period, he occasionally uses insight to look at others, but it has been a long time ago to look at himself.

In fact, what Sanlun Kei said last time was correct to some extent.

Compared with the so-called extraordinary ability, Beiyuan Nanfeng trusts his body more.

Add his technique.

There is a pattern of calculating one, which is a desperate bet...

As soon as the north wind blows, the technique is completely used as a consumable.

This has led to him having no specific concept of the increase in the spiritual capacity in his body.

It will be said that he has entered the "right" level.

It's just like someone telling him that Mio Natsume likes him.

It's really abrupt.

"Brother Yes, what's wrong with you?"

The north Yuan Nanfeng started by covering his chest.

Either you are tranced or stunned.

This will make you look at your face even more dazed.

Natsume Mio is really worried.

"I'm fine. In the words of online games, I just upgraded... By the way, are your legs better?"

Kitahara Nanfeng moved his hand away, held his chest, looked at the snow-white long legs under Mio's hot pants, and suddenly asked.

“It’s much better…what does upgrading mean?”

Kitahara Nanfeng did not answer, and chose to let go of Natsume Mio's waist and took a few steps back.

Then under her gaze.

Beiyuan Nanfeng stretched out his hand.

The blue-gray spirit, like a silk thread, was slowly pulled out from the chest by the north Yuan Nanfeng.

It lingers on his palms and squirms slowly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the spirit lingering in his palm, and then pressed his chest.

...There is indeed a vague connection.

But in contrast, the control of the spirit feels easier.

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his gaze again on the spirit in his palm.

The spirit lingers in his palm and begins to climb upwards along his arms in circles, like a little snake.

Beiyuan Nanfeng tried to activate the lightning gun again.

Crack.

A thunder gun appeared instantly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng held a thunder gun.

Arc leaps.

Hit the floor.

It illuminated the entire temple in an instant.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the thunder gun, then used his right hand to force the thunder gun to break it.

Let it become an arc and dissipate.

Next, Beiyuan Nanfeng tried other techniques.

After omitting the step of withdrawing from the body.

Both the power and the speed of composition have increased significantly.

This is the conclusion obtained by the north and south winds after the experiment.

at last.

Kitahara Nanfeng also tried to make the spirit lingering in his palm spread in the direction where Mio Natsume was, and tried to entangle her.

I thought this would require some practice.

Or need some hint.

But the result was extremely smooth, like an arm using fingers.

As for the so-called "resonance", the north and south wind have not yet been sensed.

No wonder the deputy director of the mirror class was able to completely suppress himself at the beginning.

The Kitahara Nanfeng watched the spirit that stretched out and lingered around Mio Natsume, and had a rough impression of the rank.

In addition, he also thought of some interesting uses of spiritual energy.

but.

It's outrageous...

Even extraordinary abilities have a door.

Kitahara Nanfeng pressed his chest again, shook his head, then looked at Mio Natsume who opened his mouth slightly, and replied with a smile: "As you can see, I have been promoted to the right level."

Mio Natsume: "…"

“surprise.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng Dubu returned to her side and stood still.

Natsume Mio was silent for a moment, turned her back to him, and was about to sit down.

Beiyuan Nanfeng predicted her movements, reached out and walked through her armpits, forcibly pulled her up.

"No."

Natsume Mio: "I don't want to talk to Yi brother."

"I was also surprised... Isn't this sharing joy with you?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng hugged her and adjusted his posture, making her turn around and face him.

She was really depressed.

The mood is completely reflected on the face.

"I chose God in the third grade of junior high school. It was obvious that I became God's choice first, why?"

Natsume Mio grabbed Kitahara Nanfeng's coat collar, shook him gently, and asked his soul, "You obviously drank my blood and became the choice of heaven. Now even the blessing god is dead, you are still so strong."

"I didn't drink it, don't talk nonsense."

Beiyuan Nanfeng likes her very much. Most of the time, she is obedient and perfect, but she occasionally makes a little temper.

Mio Natsume raised her face: "...You are depriving me of the only point I can comfort myself now?"

“No drink.”

The north and south winds cut off the railway.

Only this.

He certainly doesn't want to admit it now.

Even if he drinks, he will deny it, not to mention that he really didn't drink it and vomited it out.

"I'm not your sister."

Natsume Mio leaned her face against Kitahara Nanfeng's arm, raised her feet and kicked Kitahara Nanfeng's calf, and directly autistic.

"Um."

Beiyuan Nanfeng responded naturally and looked at her with insight.

【Name: Natsume Mio

Strong strength: 3

Agility: 4

Endurance: 4
To be continued...