Prehistoric: The beginning of the game mixed with the Xiantian Lingbao chat group

Chapter 11 Friends, the market is open!

Two friends in the chat group started to argue again.

One of the protagonists is Kuang Lang’s Knife.

All of you online and diving enthusiasts are already familiar with this.

After all, Kuang Lang Baoyou, just like his name, exudes a sense of wave.

However, the start of this dispute cannot be said to be the fault of Kuanglang Baoyou, because this time it was indeed Emperor of Heaven's Swordsman friends who started the group directly.

Kuang Lang's Knife: "The spiritual patterns provided by Grandmaster Baoyou were originally of low foundation. This sword helped him directly improve the spiritual patterns, and also made strengthening adjustments based on the original foundation. How could this be wrong?"

Sword of the Emperor of Heaven:

"It's not that it's wrong, it's just that the level is too low, and the power is only slightly improved. The power of this spiritual pattern cannot be exerted to its extreme."

"In line with what you said before, a sword is stronger than a sword, I feel uncomfortable and I am here to teach you a lesson."

Kuang Lang's Knife: "Oh, don't think that just because your nickname has the word "Emperor of Heaven", you are really the Emperor of Heaven. When Grand Master Baoyou was here, I didn't see you providing any solutions."

The Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "Oh, hot chicken."

Kuang Lang's Knife: "Why are you swearing!"

The Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "I didn't tell you, I said that the spiritual pattern was so cool that I was embarrassed to take it."

Kuang Lang's Sword: "I believe you in this sword? Otherwise, you come up with a plan, and when Grand Master Baoyou comes online, let him speak and see whose plan is better!"

The Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "Good."

Mingzhu: "I want to open the market. Is there anyone who wants to place a bet?"

When the opening session arrived, the group immediately became lively.

Baoyou 1 (speaking anonymously): "I bet on the Emperor of Heaven, 10 innate patterns."

Baoyou 2: "Tongtian Emperor, 50 ways!"

…

Kuang Lang’s Knife: “Damn it, you gambling dogs, you still use anonymous mode when placing bets, I look down on you.”

"This sword is for me, 10... no, it's 5 innate spiritual patterns."

The innate spirit pattern is unique to the chat group and is a very unique existence!

Baoyou 14: "Hahaha, Crazy Sword Alang, you actually only bet on yourself 5 spiritual patterns, then you should just admit defeat."

Kuang Lang's Knife: "Damn it, you are the idiot. If you call me like that, won't you reveal your identity? You damn stinky golden hoop!"

Baoyou 14: "Hehehe, it's me, it's me, I'm the golden hoop."

Mingzhu: "Friend Kuanglang, how can you be sure that a certain friend didn't deliberately use the title of Treasure Friend Golden Hoop to confuse you?"

Kuanglang:... Speechless.jpg! Angry.jpg!

"Huh, when the great master of weapon refining, Baoyou, comes online, everything will be known, huh!"

Baoyou 14: "I, Jinhuan, just appreciate your unruly look, hahaha..."

The Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "Wait, I will send the spiritual array directly to the group sharing."

"Kang Lang, don't send a private message to the Grand Master and ask him to cheat on you!"

Kuang Lang's Knife:... Damn it, just now, I really had such an idea.

How could this guy be such a thief and just let himself get rid of his thoughts!

And Mingzhu, why does this guy open the market? Damn it!

…

One night passed quickly.

Feng Ming slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the soft sunshine, Feng Ming is in good spirits.

"Well, after staying up all night to practice immortality, my spirits are indeed better."

Of course, I am cultivating true immortality.

"Yesterday I almost couldn't help but call the Yin God directly. Fortunately."

The improvement of spiritual power represents the growth of the soul.

Even the master couldn't help but marvel, which shows that he has improved a lot.

However, Feng Ming felt that he had experienced too many things during this night and was not suitable to call upon the Yin God, so he endured it.

"Senior brother, senior brother, morning..."

The little girl Lingqiu came walking in the sunshine.

“Senior brother, it’s time to drink porridge!”

Once you have passed the second stage of monasticism, you have already gone without food.

However, Feng Ming has always maintained his eating habits, if he has time.

Although Changchun Palace is a sect of immortality, most of them are disciples at the bottom, who cannot even achieve the first level of practice: refining essence and accumulating qi.

The sect naturally needs to solve the food problem for its disciples.

"Senior brother, this is spiritual grass porridge, you like it."

She was carrying the food box, like the morning breeze, sweet and gentle.

The food box is opened and the fragrance spreads.

"This porridge is still not as good as your cooking skills, senior brother."

In fact, Feng Ming contributed this spiritual grass porridge to the cafeteria. As soon as this spiritual grass porridge came out, even the immortal elders practicing in the Changchun Palace took a look.

"Hmph, it's true as my senior brother said, pirated copies are not as good as genuine ones."

Feng Ming smiled and said, "When we make food, we work hard to complete the work."

"They just completed the task, which is inevitable. It's very good to do this."

Well, at least in this era, there is no need to worry about anyone tampering with the food...

The Immortal Dharma is clear, like a mirror hanging high.

"Hey, why did you prepare two sets of bowls and chopsticks?"

Lingqiu's big eyes looked at his senior brother. In those bright pupils, there seemed to be a ray of light illuminating and burning Feng Ming's soul.

Feng Ming turned a blind eye, picked up the spoon, and took a sip.

"No, it just won't work. Even if it's just a bowl of porridge, if you have cravings, it will affect your desire to live without food."

"If you can't even pass the second level of cultivation, how can you talk about the path to immortality in the future?"

"Be obedient and bear with me."

Lingqiu pursed her lips and snorted heavily.

She was like a greedy kitten, looking at her from time to time, but her cruel senior brother simply ignored her.

"Senior Brother Fengming, Senior Brother Fengming is here!"

Senior Brother Qing Shuzi's anxious voice came from outside!

Feng Ming was so elegant that he put the dishes back into the food box and tidied them up.

"Junior Brother Qingshuzi, I'm here, come in."

In fact, it hasn't even arrived yet (probably before seven o'clock). It seems that Junior Brother Qingshuzi is indeed very anxious.

Qing Shuzi was wearing a gray and white Taoist robe today. He had long black hair and a tall body. To be honest, he was really a handsome young man.

Feng Ming couldn't help but thought to himself: I hope that when he pays the money later, he will be as handsome as he is now.

"Senior Brother Fengming, my Guhong..."

He didn't continue talking because he had already seen it.

Feng Ming waved slightly, and Gu Hongjian slowly floated over, then hung between the two of them.

When Qing Shuzi saw it, he immediately exclaimed: "Ju...has actually been repaired!"

"Okay, that's really great!"

"Senior Brother Fengming, you are really amazing. You can actually restore my Guhong Sword."

He came with the intention of giving it a try at first, but he didn't expect that the sword had already recovered.

At least, from the outside, there is no sign of breaking.

"Senior brother, to what level has this sword's formation been restored?"

Without waiting for Feng Ming to ask, he said happily: "However, the appearance of Gu Hong has been restored so perfectly, even if it is only restored to 50%, I can pay the full price of 4,800 Lings!"

Feng Ming: ...He is really cool.

Such a proper rich man will make people unable to resist manipulating you.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Senior Brother Qingshuzi, don't be anxious, just listen to me."

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(End of chapter)