On the way back, the two fell silent. Bai Rong looked over with worry in her eyes. She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say and kept silent. She lowered her head and bit her lip.

Lin Mengmeng noticed her eyes, but she had no intention of responding. She was still in anger and was suffering because of her powerlessness. Even though she knew that the easiest way was to not look or listen, maybe she would get used to it sooner or later, but she didn't want to do that.

She wanted to scream and rush into the palace, but she could not do anything.

Lin Mengmeng fell on the bed and buried her face in the pillow.

"You are not a messenger of justice, and you don't have the power to uphold justice. You are weak and can only endure it." Bai Pangpang's voice sounded cold and cruel, although it felt a strange sense of incongruity with Doudou's eyes and w's mouth: "Look, justice without power is just a slogan."

"You are very annoyed." Lin Mengmeng got up from the bed with her messy hair, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed her emotions.

She closed her eyes and began to feel the power flowing in her body. When her emotions were suppressed to the limit, her perception became extremely clear.

Lin Mengmeng felt the power boiling, as if it was rolling like water boiled by flames, unprecedentedly vivid. She clearly realized that her emotions would affect her power.

She calmed down her emotions, straightened out the power bit by bit, and let it flow into her palms. This time it was much smoother than before. When she opened her eyes, she saw a warm golden light flashing with her palms.

"Wow, it's done well!" Kagura's little paper man clapped and clapped.

Amid the applause, the light ball exploded into a spot of light like a firework and disappeared into the air.

"...it's just a little unstable." The little paper man nodded seriously and patted Lin Mengmeng's palm as comfort.

"Let's go." It seems that Boya finally snatched the use rights of the little paper man from Kagura: "This time I try to condense the spiritual power into the shape of an arrow."

"This is for you." The little paper man of Boya shared a red light from his hands, like a pool of water. It carefully put the light into Lin Mengmeng's palm: "This is the gift I gave you, it is considered a gift for the teacher."

Lin Mengmeng looked at the light that began to change with bubbles in her palms: "Wait for Master! I think I can save it again, Master!"

The light ball solidified into an exquisite one in her palm. Lin Mengmeng exclaimed as she looked at the crossbow in her palm. It was a vermilion, with thin strings shining with silver light, the arrow groove was very short, and a deep black stone was inlaid on the handle.

"This is a crossbow used for practice. If you have a bow, you will definitely not even be able to pull the strings. In short, use this practice to aim and adjust the spiritual power first." Teacher Boya's voice sounded a little dissatisfied. He touched the part of the bow and sighed: "If you want to increase your strength in a short time, it is very important to break through your content. This bow will absorb your spiritual power to generate arrows. First, let's try how many arrows your spiritual power can generate."

Judging from his visual capacity, about two are the limit.

When she raised her feet, Lin Mengmeng realized that there was no such thing as a target in the house. As far as she knew, long-distance weapons were completely forbidden in this city. Even the short sword left by bamboo shoots had to be filled out and guaranteed to keep them.

It would be strange to buy a target suddenly?

The substitute for the target... She lowered her head and thought for a while, touched her into the kitchen, and found a dust-filled cutting board in the gaps in the kitchenware shelves.

Thank God, at least she still has a cutting board to use.

Lin Mengmeng used a pen to draw a circle ring like the rings of the tree's heart on the cutting board, and couldn't help but sigh at her talent for painting talismans that were not favored.

Put down the pen and pick it up again. Under Boya's guidance, she held the part of the handle, and the palm of her hand was just on the pure black gem.

"Think about how you feel when you condense your strength in the palm of your hand." Boya's little paper man stood on her shoulder, and in order to prevent her flat hands from falling, he wrapped around a strand of her hair: "Transfer the strength to the gem."

What was easier than imagined was that when the little bit of spiritual power condensed in her palm touched the gem, she felt that the spiritual power in her body seemed to have found the water at the vent, and it poured into the □□ in her hand rushing and crazily.

It was not good to have the spiritual power taken away. Lin Mengmeng felt like a fish thrown ashore. She panted and collapsed on the ground, feeling that she couldn't even lift her arms.

My body was screaming so tired, I wanted to rest, and my fatigue was constantly slapping her will. Lin Mengmeng fell on the bed and felt that she didn't want to move.

"Think about your sense of justice that has nowhere to rest." Bai Pangpang said seriously.

She looked at the void with unconscious eyes and murmured the long-lost word: "Damn."

What else can it be? It’s just that I’m holding my dead body up from the bed. Lin Meng Meng raised her trembling arm and pressed the trigger without any loss, and fired the flashing arrow in the arrow groove towards the cutting board hanging on the wall.

However, the arrow deviated seriously from the track, and Lin Mengmeng watched the arrow sped towards the snow-white wall.

While thinking wildly about how to explain a hole appeared in his wall, Bai Pangpang appeared on the track of the arrow flying. It opened its mouth wide, swallowed the arrow of light, and burped when it landed.

Bai Pangpang complained, "I'm sure I'm launching. Even if I can shoot like a big cutting board, you're playing a game?"

It was worse than expected. Just an arrow made her lose the strength to aim. Boya frowned, but heard the eight hundred bhikkhuni analysing softly: "Is the strength of the body and the spiritual power not in line?"

It is true that this is true. The person who can open the door to space is definitely not weak. The hidden power in her body is definitely more than she shows, but the lack of exercised body makes this container limit her power.

"It seems that in addition to exercising spiritual power, you also need to exercise your body." It seems that because of being called by the teacher, the voice of Boya's little paper man sounded much more majestic. He clenched his left fist and hit the palm of his right hand: "Let's start running tomorrow. I will make a list of exercise for you, and I must do it well."
Chapter completed!