I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Ji Mo couldn't believe his own ears.

What did he hear?

Warm bed!

"Miss Tang really knows how to joke."

Ji Mo laughed at himself, just taking it as a joke.

How could it be possible for such a pretty girl to warm her bed.

As a mortal who is poor and unable to cultivate, he is like a toad, how could a swan be attracted to it?

Ji Mo is very clear about his own identity, and he dare not have any extravagant hopes or extravagant thoughts, but only treats Tang Xueyi as a friend.

Tang Xueyi's mood instantly became very lost, and she finally mustered up the courage to confess boldly, but was declined politely. Sure enough, she was still not good enough for Mr. Ji.

That's right, such a high-ranking person has an unimaginable status. It is estimated that only Celestial Immortals can climb high. How can I have unrealistic expectations.

However, when I look at Mr. Ji, my heart is always beating like a drum, and I can't control myself.

the other side.

Hui Neng is doubting life.

It's the same piece of silver wrapped in paper, it's no different, why is Fan Jingxing so excited?

Then he was even more surprised, and he saw Fan Jingxing's whole body was surrounded by Dao rhyme, and his Cultivation Base was rising slowly.

There must be some details that I have overlooked.

Hui Neng restrained his mind, carefully observed the broken silver in his hand, and found a clue.

It turned out that the problem was not with the silver, but with the paper.

I saw a "卍" character pattern written on the crumpled white paper.

At first glance, it looks bland.

But when I sensed it carefully, I suddenly felt that the vast Dharma was rolling in, and I seemed to hear the chanting of three thousand Buddhas in my ears, all of which were the supreme Dharma.

The sound of Zen surrounds the ears, and the meaning of Buddha enters the heart!

"Amitabha!"

Hui Neng clasped his hands together, the treasure looks solemn, his body glows with golden light, and a ray of Sacred breath rises from the Tianling Cap.

"Damn, these two idiots are making a lot of money, this is the rhythm of becoming a saint!"

Tianpeng's heart was filled with soreness, the master's rewards were as generous as ever, but he hadn't made any achievements recently, so he could only stare blankly.

If things go on like this, his status may become lower and lower in the future, and Tianpeng feels a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

"Oh, it turns out that when working under Mr. Ji, you have to work hard to get great rewards."

Ginseng King suddenly realized.

But then he squatted on the ground, scratching his face and thinking hard about Meditation, feeling as if he was really useless except to be eaten.

Ah, I am the number one member of the Xuanling world, but I am useless, a waste!

Thinking of this, the ginseng king leaves suddenly wilted, feeling that life is bleak.

In the distance, Hong Qiantu saw Fan Jingxing and Huineng breaking through one after another, slamming their own chests wildly, their intestines were already green with regret.

Why don't you insist on it, you are only one step away from Mr. Ji, but in the end, you give up halfway.

The most regrettable thing in the world is this. If he had another chance, he would never be able to kneel down.

Hong Qiantu left without guarding the house, racking his brains to figure out how else to get Ji Mo's forgiveness.

Xuan Ao felt dejected, the three of them worked together, both of them had great benefits, but he didn't.

After all, what I did was not good enough?

"Useless stick, from now on you will follow this old turtle, loosen the soil and weed, and take good care of this vegetable garden."

Ji Mo pointed to Xuan Ao who was lying in the vegetable field, and gave instructions to the Ginseng King.

As a face controler, after all, he still doesn't want to see the ginseng king who looks too frustrating, so he arranges errands for him casually.

Ginseng and bastard, if you get along with each other, it may taste more delicious when stewed in a pot in the future.

Ginseng King didn't know the true thoughts in Ji Mo's heart, so he was very grateful, very grateful for Ji Mo's appreciation.

With its short legs, it trotted to Xuan'ao's side. A radish was submerged in the ground, and its countless roots penetrated into the soil, exuding its own aura, nourishing the garden full of fruits and vegetables.

Xuan'ao's body trembled, his face was full of astonishment, and then tears flowed down his face.

Sure enough, Mr. Ji did not forget me, and let this upgraded Ten Thousand Years Ginseng King follow him. This is the greatest gift.

With Ginseng King by his side, his cultivation speed was dozens of times faster than usual. Although the effect may not be obvious in a short period of time, he will benefit the most in the long run.

Sure enough, Mr. Ji has a steelyard in his heart, and he knows who deserves more and more credit.

Xuan Ao's heart was full of energy and drive, and he thought to himself, Huineng and Fan Jingxing, you two old idiots must have never imagined that I was the person Mr. Ji valued the most... turtle!

Ginseng King looked at Xuan Ao with a dull and silly smile on his face, and hurriedly moved away, for fear of being infected.

Then it took aim at the iron tripod not far away, and rushed towards it excitedly.

"Ah, what the hell is this?"

The ginseng king was absorbed on the iron tripod, and he felt an invincible force frantically extracting the essence from its body.

After a few breaths, the chubby body became dry, almost sucked into a dried radish.

Inside the iron tripod, there appeared a pattern that was exactly the same as that of the ginseng king.

With lingering fear in his heart, the king of life obediently returned to Xuan'ao's side, and did not move his nest no matter what he said.

If you don't listen to Mr. Ji's words, it will be really scary.

What is that black iron cauldron, it's too scary!

"Don't mess with that tripod, it is very likely to be a mythical equipment embryo forged by Mr. Ji." Xuan Ao kindly reminded.

"Mythical level!"

Ginseng King took a sharp breath of cold air with a "sigh".

The level of equipment can be roughly divided into common, rare, heritage, epic, legend, fantasy, fairy, myth, etc.

Ever since the channel connecting all realms of the Mystical Spirit Realm was cut off, the entire Mystic Spirit Realm has never seen mythical equipment in the world, but now, I actually saw a mythical embryo!

Once this embryonic weapon is fully formed and becomes a true divine weapon, its power will be enough to sweep the entire Xuanling world!

"Mr. Ji is very likely to play a big game of chess, plotting the entire Xuanling world!" Xuan Ao said cautiously.

"Planning the entire Xuanling Realm? Little turtle, you are still too immature."

The Ginseng King stroked the ten flowers and ten leaves on the top of his head, and said inscrutablely, "You don't understand, the water in the Xuanling Realm is too shallow, I'm afraid you can't support a real dragon like Mr. Ji!"

Recalling the scene in Tongtian Peak, Mr. Ji was not afraid of the rolling thunder, insulting God, and facing the scourge of heaven with steel.

From this, it can be judged that Mr. Ji is very likely to be a god who has fallen into the mortal world, and he has a deep blood feud, and he will kill him one day.

Thinking of it, Ginseng King gasped again, inexplicably horrified.

Xuan Ao took a look, this ginseng king seemed to know some great secret.

He was itchy and kept probing, but Ginseng King was very strict, so he didn't open his mouth.

But Ginseng King still kindly reminded him, "Little turtle, you have to practice hard. Your Cultivation Base is too low, and I'm afraid you won't even be qualified to be cannon fodder by Mr. Ji's side in the future."

"Then what kind of Cultivation Base is needed to be qualified to be Mr. Ji's cannon fodder?" Xuan Ao asked humbly.

"Fairy!"