A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"The sixth time, it failed again."

After walking out of the teahouse, Liu Zhiyuan sighed and regained his composure.

"How can the genius of the Immortal Sect surrender to a god-forming force, or a god-forming force that is destined to never reach the top? Master this mission..."

"It is impossible for anyone who hopes for the Nascent Soul to surrender, or even for those who hope for the Golden Pill. The low-level monks in the family are too humble in front of the high-level monks."

"You can only choose those who have no hope of getting a golden elixir and are destined to build a foundation in the Immortal Sect for a lifetime...such as me."

As for those who cannot build foundations, they are worthless.

…

"Jiang Ding, I'm hungry."

Back home, Jiang Yuan was still watching TV without looking back.

Jiang Ding shook his head.

It's hard to say anything. Except for the first half month after school, she was escorted to cram school by Jiang Ding himself the rest of the time. She only watched TV after class. The relationship between brother and sister has weakened recently.

This is normal, what child doesn't like to play.

It's so normal that it's impossible to get admitted to the monastic department of a university.

call out!

The flying sword clanked, and with a flash, it rushed into the kitchen. The sword aura was wisps of wisps. He tore open the plastic bag and rolled up the brackens. There was no need to wash them. The fine sword aura filled the air, even the small ones. All the fluff has been cleaned.

Then it’s time to process the pork, remove the hair, shave the skin...

The flying sword flew up and down, showing its absolute control.

"You need to wash it with water!"

Jiang Yuan reminded.

"It's already very clean." Jiang Ding was a little unhappy: "I can guarantee that it will be cleaner than if you washed it a hundred times with water. Not to mention the dirty places, the bacteria are all up to standard and meet the hygienic standards."

Each layer was scraped off with sword energy and was absolutely clean.

"That won't work. It must be washed with water."

Jiang Yuan insisted.

Jiang Ding sighed.

Feijian revealed traces of sword aura, grabbed the bracken and pork, and rinsed them carefully on the faucet.

Slice the pork, cut the bracken into sections, pour oil into the hot pan, add spicy sauce, wild onions, and stir-fry the azure sword energy in the iron pan. After a few minutes, a stir-fried bracken with wild onions comes out of the pan and is served on a plate. He carried it to the table in front of the two of them.

This was caused by Jiang Ding being unable to practice in the past two months and being too busy to do anything.

At first, I broke a lot of pots and pans and changed them every day. Later, I practiced little by little and gradually became proficient.

The natal flying sword is equivalent to an extension of his hands and feet, and it is very reasonable to do what his hands and feet can do.

I also made a piece of bacon, stir-fried folded ear root, and cucumbers served cold, three dishes.

The azure flying sword flew around inside and outside the room, pouring water, fetching rice, holding chopsticks... The two brothers and sisters were only responsible for opening their mouths to eat.

"Xiao Lan is so awesome!"

Jiang Yuan was lying comfortably on the sofa, opening her mouth from time to time, and the food would be automatically fed into her mouth. She could also pour water, wipe her mouth, and provide a complete set of services.

"It's me who's great."

Jiang Ding emphasized.

He was also lying down in a similar posture to Jiang Yuan.

The flying sword flew around, and after the meal, he was responsible for cleaning and clearing the table. The sword flashed and he cleaned the house, turning it into a small tree the size of a basketball and planting it in the middle of the living room.

In the past two months, after being in the second-level top-grade spiritual vein and exercising endlessly, its growth rate has not slowed down. It is now more than three meters tall, and the speed of swallowing spiritual power and the essence of the sun has become much faster.

"for you."

Jiang Ding threw over a mutton-fat jade pendant, with light blue mesh patterns flickering on it.

After two months of testing, it was confirmed that it is reliable and will not harm innocent people.

"What's this?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up.

This thing looks very valuable at first glance.

"The Soul-Condensing Jade Pendant... Wearing it can help you concentrate and calm your mind. It is most effective for weaklings like you."

"In addition, it also contains the power of one blow from Brother You, the genius of Xianmen Swordsmanship. It can spontaneously identify and attack enemies who have the intention to kill you. The power can probably kill most monks at the peak of Qi training."

"It's expensive, don't lose it."

"Tch! What kind of swordsman are you?"

Jiang Yuan scoffed and carefully wore it around his waist.

When his mother got off work at six o'clock, after cooking and eating, Jiang Ding gave her another jade pendant.

"Dingding."

"Are you going to school tomorrow?"

Lin Wanqiu took the jade pendant and sighed softly, her eyes a little red and swollen.

This is the first time in sixteen years since he was born that he, like a baby, has left home to go far away, and he doesn’t know how long he will go.

Jiang Yuan lowered his head and shed tears secretly.

"Um."

Jiang Ding was originally very sad and had the urge to shed tears, but at this time he calmed down and comforted: "Mom, Xiaoyuan, if you want me, you can call me. I will have a lot of free time at Qingfeng University."

"All right."

…

Buzz!

The high-speed train shook slightly, then left the platform and headed into the distance at a speed of 600 kilometers per hour.

Jiang Ding kept staring at the platform until the two small dots completely disappeared. He remained stiff and motionless, and he didn't look away for a long time.

Even today,

There are many ways to travel in Xianmen, such as flight, teleportation, and airplane, which can cover thousands of kilometers in a few hours.

However, after taking into account economic, safety and other factors, trains are still the safest.

This is what Jiang Ding values.

With the defensive power of an innate warrior, even if there is a car accident, nothing will happen, and a little extra time will be nothing.

"Are your classmates also in college?"

Asked a beautiful girl with a round head sitting on the opposite seat.

"Um."

Jiang Ding nodded and closed his eyes to rest.

Although he was in the Immortal Sect, he was surrounded by strangers when he went out. He was a little afraid of society and instinctively changed his appearance and clothes the moment he left the ticket gate. Now he looks like an ordinary introverted teenager.

Of course, even if he showed his true face, no one would recognize him.

No one is naturally the focus of others, everyone has their own things to do.

The public is quite forgetful in this regard.

The girl with the round head curled her lips, turned her head, and gave up the idea of ​​chatting.

“It’s a coincidence that I’m going to college, too!”

Not far away, a young man with brown skin and a fit body took over the conversation: "I am about to report to the monastic department of Zijin University, are you coming with me?"

Zijin University, a lower-tier twelve university near Xiandu.

"Monastic system!"

The ball-headed girl's eyes lit up and she looked at him with a hint of admiration.

People around him, especially women, looked at him.

Every one of the monastic students is a cultivator of immortals. They will have no problem crushing most mortals in terms of economic status in the future. They are the best partner candidates in the hearts of many girls.

"I'm from Qingfeng University, but I'm only in the general department..."

The ball-headed girl said with some inferiority complex.

"It's okay. Immortal cultivators may appear in the ordinary system, and it's not even that there are no golden elixir cultivators."

The brown-skinned boy was cheerful and talkative. He easily got the girl's phone number and mingled with the women around him, laughing and joking.

"I think……"

Many women who are confident in themselves make secret glances.

Not bad looking, talkative, humorous, and a monastic student, he is simply the best among kings, and he naturally occupies the commanding heights in choosing a mate.

Many people like Jiang Ding cannot do it.

The male college student, who was ordinary in appearance, ordinary in every aspect, and introverted, would occasionally cast evasive glances at him, and would leave at the first touch, showing a look of envy.

The train traveled through an unknown number of kilometers, and it was hard to see my hometown.

"Ding!"

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and heard the familiar voice of Zhen Ling.

"Seventeen kilometers away from here, at the edge of the railway, there is a boundary-breaking invasion by Xuanwu Tiangong's foundation-building realm immortal cultivators. Support will arrive in ten seconds. Please ask nearby citizens for assistance."

Opposite me, the girl who was laughing was startled.

She found that the young man in front of her suddenly changed. His eyes were as bright as stars, like the blazing sun. His appearance was extremely ordinary, and he could be seen everywhere on the roadside, but it firmly attracted her mate selection instinct.

It's as if there is a voice engraved in the genes screaming desperately,

Get this guy!

Your life will be extended, your future will be bright, and your genes will continue to have an absolute advantage!

"Classmate, where are you going? My name is Li Ruo'er..."

The ball-headed girl's heart palpitated, and she stopped responding to the brown-skinned boy's words. She showed a gentle smile, spoke again, and was startled again.

The seat opposite was empty.