Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 191 Fengqi Tianling Peak

Some of this type of strange spells require longevity, some require special materials, and some, just like now, specifically require cultivation! Deduction of cultivation level is one of these types of techniques, so it should be pretty good.

"Bless it for a day, um, just give it a superficial effect to bluff people."

As Zhang Deming finished his thoughts, a strange wave surged into Zhang Deming's body.

"Experience value -1000!"

"This is really, just a face-saving effort, so many experience points are deducted, damn...

These cultivators of the Fortune Avenue, don't they lose their cultivation level as soon as they take action? "

It’s no wonder that each one on the Fortune Avenue is worse than the last;

Calculation of the road, one is more consumptive than the other;

On the road to marriage, one is more lonely than the other.

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Zhang Deming shook his head speechlessly, directly dispelling the spirit-nurturing mirror image in his body, regaining his composure again, and lay down calmly.

Lu Jingsun's news was quite accurate. He had only been lying down for half a quarter of an hour when the formation started to fluctuate.

Immediately, a team came into Qingyoutan, an inner law enforcement team composed entirely of Tai Chi monks.

The team leader stepped forward, looked at Zhang Deming lying on his back, and said, "Is this Junior Brother Zhang Deming?"

Zhang Deming raised his eyes and glanced at the other party, saying, "Senior brother, aren't you still unsure?

What's the wind blowing today?

You actually blew the senior fellow from the inner sect to Xiaohui Peak? "

The team leader looked at Zhang Deming and didn't care about Zhang Deming's attitude. He said, "In that case, please ask Junior Brother Zhang to come with me!"

Zhang Deming heard this, glanced at everyone, stood up directly and said: "Okay!"

The team leader was surprised when he saw Zhang Deming being so straightforward, and then without saying anything, he led Zhang Deming toward the main peak of the inner gate.

With his mind racing, Zhang Deming followed the law enforcement team and ran quickly to the square, where he found several cranes staying in the square.

Several people led Zhang Deming, two by two, and jumped up.

The team leader took Zhang Deming and jumped on one. Then the crane soared into the sky, and the small peak under his feet quickly shrank.

Zhang Deming raised his head and looked through the mountains at the tallest main peak among the mountains.

Today, he will officially enter the Heavenly Spirit Sect and come into some people's sight!

Only those who have climbed the main peak can actually be considered as Heavenly Spirit Sect people, the others are just ants.

He has had enough of being an ant for ten years.

Starting today, Zhang Deming will have a place in Heavenly Spirit Sect!

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Tianling Peak and Tianling Main Hall.

At this moment, a Heavenly Spirit Council, which was rarely opened in ten or eight years, suddenly opened today.

Moreover, in the entire council, except for a few Liangyi monks, the rest are all three-talented cultivators.

The person sitting on the main seat is the contemporary leader Dang Junan, a heavenly monk at the peak of his three talents, who looks like he is middle-aged.

Sitting on the right side of Headmaster Dang Junan are three old men, all with white beards and hair, and all of them are major cultivators in the third talent stage.

At this moment, the three of them were facing the issue of the back mountain that was being discussed and showed no concern. Each one of them blatantly closed their eyes Nurturing Spirit.

To the left of Dang Junan, seated were the three top leaders of the Resources Department, Law Enforcement Team, and Miscellaneous Affairs Department.

The top person in charge of the department who would not care about a thing even in a hundred years but still revolves around him is also a major repairer of the three talents. At this moment, the three people have different expressions.

The head of the law enforcement team, Zhou Jiuyan, folded his arms and looked at the heads of the resources department and the miscellaneous department, blushing and looking like they were watching a show.

The Resources Department said that the Miscellaneous Department's hands were too long, and the Miscellaneous Department said that the Resources Department was overreaching.

Even during the quarrel, Fan Qingyong, the old farmer-like person in charge of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, started to complain in an extremely aggrieved manner, saying that the Miscellaneous Affairs Department was responsible for all the messy things in the sect.

However, the department is the poorest and the students suffer the most.

All the benefits are being squandered by those in the Resources Department, who are asking for money one by one. If this continues, the disciples in the Resources Department will die of obesity, and those in the Miscellaneous Affairs Department will starve to death.

The old man's aggrieved expression and words made Yang Longying, the head of the resources department, angry. The wealthy old man had a lot of fat on his body.

"Fan Qingyong, you're just fine. You do this every time. You're still shameless at your age.

If you can, just cry for me.

If you can really squeeze out a few drops of horse urine for me in this Tianling Palace, I will really let you arrange the resources of the Aoki Secret Realm this time.

Even if you are all ruined, I will have nothing to say. "

Yang Longying, a wealthy old man, and Fan Qingyong, who noticed the old farmer's dress, spoke up.

"That's what you said!" Fan Qingyong immediately put away his aggrieved expression and said.

The wealthy old man Yang Longying nodded calmly and said: "I said that the resource allocation of a secret realm is worth buying a few drops of horse urine for such a shameless old man like you."

Fan Qingyong's face darkened and he said, "Fat Yang, who do you think is shameless?"

Law enforcement team elder Zhou Jiuyan and head coach Dang Junan shook their heads when they saw Fan Qingyong change the subject in a familiar manner.

They couldn't compete, and they couldn't lose their temper at all. They couldn't compete with each other in terms of means. In terms of authority, the chore department was at a disadvantage.

This game, N games over the years, everyone knew the outcome before it even started.

But these two old men are still fighting happily. When others intervene, neither of them is happy. No matter who they help, neither of them is happy.

Dang Junan saw that a familiar scene had reappeared. If it continues like this, it should be a familiar pattern again.

First, the two old men cursed and cursed, then started to pull their beards and poke their noses.

If you suddenly see the ancestors of Sancai acting like two mortal old men, you may feel surprised and incredible.

But in the Heavenly Spirit Sect, at least in this hall, no one sitting today is surprised. This entertainment activity has almost become a thousand-year tradition of the sect.

The three white-haired old men on the right closed their eyes Nurturing Spirit, and the juniors participating in the discussion below lowered their heads silently.

Especially the juniors of the two families and the people in the two departments are desperately trying to lower their sense of existence to prevent the fire from suddenly burning them.

It would be fine if it were normal. Anyway, the two big guys are just joking around and they both know what's appropriate.

The worst case scenario is to find an excuse to punish the other party's people to face the wall and think about it for a few days. With their level of cultivation, there is no longer any hardship in that place.

It's just a formality, just for the ancestors to step down.

However, Wanghui Peak has been crowded with people these past few days, and they are all juniors. They don't want to be embarrassed in front of juniors by being implicated by innocent people.

If that's the case, it would be a shame to be embarrassed.

If he really made a mistake, he would just admit it. If he was innocent and implicated, he would probably be depressed for a hundred and eighty years, so depressed that he would vomit blood.

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(end of this chapter)