The System Grants Me Longevity, Get Married And Have Children First

"Ah, no, poof!"

In the distance, two inner disciples were fighting desperately, their eyes were red, their bodies were covered with blood, and one disciple's intestines were pulled out.

Their eyes were full of horror, as if the other party was an extremely terrifying monster.

Bu Sheng fled, but he didn't go very far, and he saw another inner disciple. Just as he was about to go up, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Half of that disciple's body was black, and half was that of a normal person, and his face had long since lost the color of a normal person, and was pale with fear and dullness.

For a moment, the world around him seemed to have changed, the surroundings were pitch black, and he fell into some kind of weird cycle in a trance.

Bu Sheng wanted to find someone for help, but there was no normal person there.

He ran desperately, ran desperately, there was no one around, only a deep canyon.

There is a grand palace inside.

Bu Sheng walked over, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a black figure squatting in the corner studying something.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man stood up and looked at Bu Sheng.

"Disciple Busheng, I have met the suzerain."

Bu Sheng hurriedly cupped his hands respectfully and said, with panic in his eyes.

The middle-aged man in black robe looked at Bu Sheng, frowning slightly.

"How many disciples are still alive outside?"

Hearing this, Bu Sheng was stunned for a moment, he quickly shook his head and said, "This disciple is a handyman disciple, and he just came in, so I don't know what's going on."

"A handyman disciple?"

"yes."

Ming Gaohai suddenly lost interest in asking questions. It was obvious that the outside was already chaotic, and he only knew how to arrange and decipher the ghostly reincarnation formation. After all, he was the one who created the formation.

Even the handyman disciple broke in, wouldn't that be sure to die?

Ming Gaohai turned around and entered the palace. He had to find a way to break through the Void Refining realm. If he cracked the magic circle by himself, I don't know how long it would take. That stinky woman Gu Xia turned into a ghost and came here to take revenge. Someone must have brought her over here.

After he went out, he had to catch that person, cramp his skin, gnaw his bones, and beat his marrow.

Bu Sheng watched the suzerain walk into the palace, obviously the suzerain seemed not to be a fake, he was excited and followed in by accident.

"Um?"

Ming Gaohai saw that a handyman followed in, he couldn't help but frowned, and displeasure flashed across his face.

A mere disciple of a handyman is not worthy of talking to him. In the sect, this kind of handyman is useless, just a proper waste.

Before he reprimanded him, Bu Sheng immediately took out a handful of strange gadgets from his arms, and said nervously and fawningly.

"Sovereign Lord, this is a weapon made by me, it's called Array Spirit Spear, I hope the Sovereign can help me take a look."

Busheng was full of apprehension, excitement and respect.

After all, the person in front of him is the top powerhouse in the cultivation world, and he is also the suzerain. If he can show his invention in front of such a big person, he will definitely get a high evaluation, and he is also confident in doing it.

Ming Gaohai was startled when he saw the burst of spiritual spears, but his face was even more displeased.

When did it arrive, this handyman still wanted to be courteous, paused, he took the Spiritual Spear, looked around a few times, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

But when he opened the magazine and saw the patterns inside, a trace of contempt hung on the corner of his mouth.

He is a master-level formation mage, and he doesn't like this simple formation pattern at all.

The overall appearance is just a trigger weapon, with a simple structure and simple and low-level pattern. He just looked at it for a while and then sneered in his heart.

Glancing at Bu Sheng who was nervously waiting for his comment, a handyman disciple would have plenty of time to come up with such a crap.

Raising his hand, he raised the spirit gun and pointed it at a piece of ceramic furniture in front of him. He didn't even need Bu Sheng to explain how the gun was activated and fired.

Take aim, pull the trigger, and with a bang, the clay pot in front of you explodes.

Seeing the power, the disdain in Ming Gaohai's eyes deepened.

He looked at Bu Sheng with a sneer, then aimed the Spiritual Spear at his palm, sticking it to the muzzle of the gun.

"Sovereign, don't, will..."

Bu Sheng was startled, and just about to stop him, he heard a gunshot.

A flame exploded in Ming Gaohai's palm, emitting a puff of burning smoke, and the aura on his palm disappeared, leaving the palm intact.

"I have to say, this gadget is a bit interesting, but..."

Ming Gaohai finally spoke, he looked at the nervous Busheng with contempt.

"If I were to evaluate such a small thing, it would be worthless."

"As a monk, you should focus on cultivating your own strength, and rely on external weapons, even if it is spiritual treasure, holy weapon, and fairy weapon, after all, it is not the avenue that a monk should delve into."

"Your spiritual spear, the old man's evaluation is only two words, rubbish."

Ming Gaohai didn't give face at all, but Bu Sheng was shocked at this moment, his eyes were full of disbelief.

In the eyes of the suzerain, the work he was so proud of was only rated as rubbish.

Indeed, self-cultivation should be the main goal of self-cultivation in the cultivation world. Only by constantly strengthening oneself can one go against the sky and prolong one's lifespan.

If there is no lifespan, no matter how powerful a weapon is, it will be nothing more than a fleeting moment.

"Sovereign, this gun is my painstaking effort, no matter how bad it is, it has its merits, it..."

Bu Sheng bit his lip and wanted to refute, with unwillingness in his eyes.

"This gun is not even a Law Weapon. Do you know how powerful a Law Weapon is in the hands of a monk? If it is in the hands of a Foundation Building Stage monk, Yu Jian's power to kill people from the air is even stronger than your broken gun. Ten thousand times, is it wrong for me to say that your gun is rubbish?"

Ming Gaohai is merciless, he doesn't even bother to talk nonsense with this kind of handyman disciple.

Getting him to comment is already the best honor for the handyman Busheng.

Do you expect him to praise this garbage for its small size and portability? dream.

Disappointing tears fell, this was the first time Bouchen shed tears, he did not expect that the work he was proud of was such rubbish in the eyes of the aloof suzerain.

"Okay, go out with your Spiritual Spear, I'm very busy, don't bother the old man."

Ming Gaohai didn't bother to pay attention to this handyman disciple, and threw the spirit gun at Bu Sheng's feet with his hand.

Bu Sheng looked at the Spiritual Spear under his feet, and the frustration in his heart magnified infinitely.

Sure enough, as a handyman disciple, even if he made anything, it would be nothing but rubbish in the eyes of the big shot.

He silently picked up the Spirit Spear, said "yes" and left the palace.

After leaving the palace, his heart was ashamed, as if he had no confidence in this world, his work was so worthless, could it be that this thing was really worthless?

Indeed, compared with those Law Weapon Spiritual Weapons, he is indeed not worthy of weapons, not even the defective Law Weapons.

The most valuable thing in the whole body is a few spirit stones.

After looking at the palace for the last time, Busheng left the place disappointed.

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