A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

I don’t know this person.

He looked like a yellow-haired non-mainstream gangster who was wandering around the immortal capital. With his spiritual consciousness and sword intent sweeping over him, he looked like a mortal from head to toe.

But too close.

Jiang Ding felt a looming feeling as heavy as a mountain.

Although I am in a bad mood now, I want to find someone to give me a legal beating.

But he wisely chose to keep things quiet.

"Big Sun Sword."

Huang Mao, however, refused to give up and continued: "I told Dinghai at that time that all the swordsman cultivators are factors of instability and obstacles to building a harmonious legal society. Now am I telling the truth?"

Jiang Ding glanced at him.

Nothing was said.

"I'm different!"

Huang Mao slapped his chest and said proudly: "Don't look at me smoking, perming my hair, and fighting, but my heart is the color of the immortal sect, and all my friends on the road recognize me, so give me some face."

"let me tell you……"

What else did he want to say, but he was already waiting in line at the window.

"Li Ritian, it's you again, what's your crime?"

The little prison guard girl at the window had a bad look on her face when she saw him, and said angrily.

"Officer, if you get into a fight, you will be detained for six months."

Huangmao proudly disappeared quickly, nodded and bowed, and said with an apologetic smile.

"A fight again?"

The little prison guard girl raised her eyebrows.

"It's the ones who make the first move."

Huang Mao said plausibly: "I defended myself legally, but Zhen Lingfei said I defended myself too much. Tell me, isn't this bullying an honest person?"

"No. C-154, reform honestly and become a new person after you come out. Hurry up."

The little prison guard girl was too lazy to pay attention to him and threw out a receipt.

"Yes, yes, I will reform honestly. Officer, please don't worry."

Huang Mao nodded and bowed, took the receipt, and walked honestly towards the prison, leaving the window open to the next person in line.

After getting out of the prison guard's sight, he started shaking again, straightened his back, and glanced at Jiang Ding: "I'm busy now. Let's talk later."

Everyone around looked at him.

A young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old,

A dissolute, yellow-haired, non-mainstream young man.

One look and you knew what was going on.

Many people showed signs of indignation.

"Li Ritian! How dare you threaten others?!"

The prison guard girl had a sharp ear and shouted: "I'm here today, let's see how you dare to talk?"

"Officer! Misunderstanding! Nothing."

Huang Mao shrunk his waist and walked away dejectedly.

Soon, the queue reached Jiangding.

"Little brother, don't be afraid of this bastard."

"If he dares to mess around, call the police directly."

Seeing him, the little prison guard girl's blush disappeared, her eyes softened, and she comforted him.

"By the way, what's your crime?"

"Whether it's speeding or drunk driving, you kids, don't get along with those kind of bastards, you'll be led astray by them..."

She kept nagging and tried her best to persuade, trying to save a lost boy.

"..."

Jiang Ding paused in his words.

"Illegal use of soul-like spells, six months."

"Soul-like spells!"

The expression of the little prison guard girl changed: "You are a foundation-building monk!"

The blush on his face disappeared quickly, and he looked at him as if he were looking at a pervert. He said warily: "Senior, Cell No. C-785, you need to be reformed seriously. Remember not to do it again in the future."

"OK."

Jiang Ding nodded and picked up the receipt.

After walking around, I came to a cell made entirely of French steel. It was ten square meters in size. It had a toilet, a bed, only a small window, and a square hole in the door for delivering food.

One wall is a bookshelf, and when I scanned it with my spiritual consciousness, I found books such as "The Origin of the First Law of the Immortal Sect", "On the Thought of the Integration of Immortals and Mortals", "Regulations on the Administration of Public Security of the Immortal Sect", and "Regulations on the Management of Immortal Spells". .

No aura.

"The conditions are quite difficult."

Jiang Ding sighed, picked up a book of spell management regulations, sat on the bed and read.

Life in prison is pretty routine.

In the morning, they wash up, tidy up the house, have breakfast, wash dishes, and clean the cell.

Then they gathered in the playground, entered the factory area, and started working, doing some formation engraving work that the foundation-building monks could do. There was a break at noon, and they finished work at 6:30 in the afternoon and started studying.

These are what must be done and prison regulations must be strictly followed.

As for the food, it's cabbage and pork boiled in plain water with very little salt.

This kind of day is quite difficult for ordinary mortals.

However, the spiritual soul and magic power of immortal cultivators are far beyond ordinary people, and they gradually adapt to it.

There are no prison bullies or deliberate bullying by prison guards. All aspects are strictly monitored and there is no room for manipulation.

Time flies,

Six months passed quickly.

Pass the assessment and get out of the prison door.

"It has been four years since I last left Qingfeng University."

"We need to find Professor Zhang Junsheng as soon as possible to start a new stage of study."

Jiang Ding thought silently, turning into gray-blue light and flying into the sky.

"etc!"

A figure appeared in front of him and stopped him. It was the yellow-haired young man: "Let's talk some more..."

Jiang Ding was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he ducked around and passed by.

"My name is Li Ritian."

Dun Guang flew faster without any reaction.

"Others call me Sun-Destroying True Lord."

Huang Mao was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "The one who was almost killed by the sword of Da Ri Jianzi at the peak of Nascent Soul, but survived in the end, with the intention of Da Sun Sword in his body."

call out!

The gray-blue escape light flashed violently and returned to him instantly.

"Hello, Senior Li."

A smile appeared on Jiang Ding's face, he nodded and bowed and said: "It's better to be famous than to meet him. He is so elegant and suave. He is worthy of being an unparalleled hero who returned from the bloody battle with the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and laid the foundation for the hegemony of the Immortal Sect. It's really impressive." I look forward to it for the future generations.”

He looked adoring.

"That's an exaggeration."

Huang Mao instantly felt aversion to the cold and couldn't bear it: "How can you be so cold as a swordsman and treat all living beings like ants?"

"Who dares to show his magnanimity in front of such a graceful senior?"

Jiang Ding said solemnly.

"Yes, yes, that's the truth."

The yellow hair is a little fluttery.

Flattery is easy, but it also depends on who is doing the filming.

Dainichi Jianzi's flattery, can that be called flattery?

He was obviously telling the truth.

"Senior, that..."

Jiang Ding said cautiously: "You have no use for the Great Sun Sword Intent anyway, so why not give it to me? I can take this opportunity to look up to my seniors and motivate myself to learn from them, and be like my seniors and be useful to the Immortal Sect. people."

"That won't work."

The yellow-haired young man answered subconsciously.

"oh."

Jiang Ding's smile fell.

"okay, bye."

Turn around and leave without any hesitation.

"etc."

The yellow-haired young man was enjoying himself and quickly stopped him: "You don't want to persuade me anymore?"

"How to persuade?"

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes and said feebly: "The previous generation Da Ri Jianzi was at the peak of Yuanying and had the strength to transform into a god, so his sword intent is at the level of a god."

"I can't even afford ten of them after selling them, and that's not how I owe the money."

"That's the truth."

The yellow-haired young man thought about it and felt that it was right.