Long Zhanyan thought that his talent was very high, so he came to Prince Rui's palace and asked Shangguan Ling Yuan to test her divine strength.

I didn't expect that I really had a piece of wood.

Long Zhanyan looked at Shangguan Ling Yuan and was about to speak, but his hand was picked up by his own man.

Shangguan Ling Yuan wiped the blood on her hands and said, "Your blood is very precious, don't let it flow out at will." ”

"Shangguan Lingyuan, what do you mean by preciousness? Did you say that to amuse me? ”

The man took some ointment from his bosom and rubbed it on top of her wound, and the wound healed quickly, but he did not answer her question.

Long Zhanyan looked at him with a straight eye and said, "Why is mine white?" Isn't it bad for me......"

Seeing the corners of Shangguan Ling Yuan's mouth twitch, her double-faced eyes were a little depressed, and she sighed silently in her heart, it seems that God is really fair, she has given herself such a high talent, but she has given her spiritual power, which is a little worse.

However, when she thought that she couldn't become a poisoner, she still felt very sorry in her heart.

"This king didn't say anything, why did you show such an expression?" Shangguan Ling Yuan saw her depressed look and touched her head with his hand.

"You don't have to say it, I know everything......" Long Zhanyan looked up at his man and lowered his eyes again.

Shangguan Ling Yuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Long Zhanyan, if your talent is poor, then the people on the entire continent are waste. ”

Long Zhanyan didn't react at all when she heard this, but after a few seconds, her eyes suddenly lit up, she stared at her man and said, "Shangguan Lingyuan, what do you mean?" ”

"There are seven types of spiritual power, as you said, orange is the worst, and white is the spiritual power grade, not the worst, nor is it mutated, but the highest level of spiritual power quality."

"What you said is true, didn't you lie to me?" Long Zhanyan couldn't react at once.

Shangguan Ling Yuan shook his head and didn't speak, Long Zhanyan happily got into the man's arms at this time, and she opened her mouth and said, "Heaven is really not fair. ”

"There's one more thing I want to tell you......"

It was not just a test of mental power, but he was able to advance, and Long Zhanyan's mood at this moment can be described as very, very happy.

"Although your talent is very high, your strength is not strong enough now, you must pay attention to it when practicing poison, otherwise it is easy to go mad." Shangguan Ling Yuan said to his woman.

Then Shangguan Ling Yuan took out a pre-prepared spiritual technique from his arms, handed it to Long Zhanyan and said, "The things recorded in this exercise book on how to cultivate and control spiritual power are not your talent and high understanding, and you can turn spiritual power into your own weapon. ”

This kind of spiritual power attack is equivalent to the attack power of a weapon such as condensed to others, if it is not very strong, otherwise it is difficult to find.

To put it bluntly, it becomes his own secret weapon.

However, the disadvantage of this spiritual skill is that it is very difficult to practice, so even if there are many people with good mental talent, they will rarely choose to practice spiritual power to make secret weapons.

There are some extremely talented people who have not been able to enter the threshold after practicing for several years, although it sounds very difficult, she is still determined to give it a try to Long Zhanyan, who will never admit defeat.

Because even if she doesn't want to practice this spiritual skill, as her secret weapon, she has to practice the control of mental power, because she is a dispenser, and she will become a poison master in the future, if her mental power cannot be controlled, she will go crazy.