Code Farmer Comprehension

  Chapter 191 The wind rises from Tianling Peak

   Some of this type of strange spells require longevity, some require special materials, and some are like now, so they need to deduct their cultivation base! The deduction of cultivation base is among these kinds of techniques, so it should be considered pretty good.

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

  As Zhang Deming's thoughts fell, a strange wave poured into Zhang Deming's body.

   "Experience value -1000!"

   "This is really true, so many experience points are deducted for a shameless effort, what...

  These practitioners of the Dao of Fortune, don’t they lose their cultivation bases when they make a move? "

   It’s no wonder that Fuyun Avenue is more than one dog;

   Calculus avenues, one by one;

  The avenue of marriage, one is more lonely than the other.

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  Zhang Deming shook his head speechlessly, and directly dispelled the Yuling image in his body, regained his calmness, and lay down like a salted fish.

  Lu Jingsun's news was still very accurate, and within half an hour of lying down, the formation fluctuated.

   Immediately, a team came in from Qingyoutan, an internal law enforcement team composed of Tai Chi monks.

  The team leader stepped forward, looked at Zhang Deming who was lying on the salted fish, and said, "This is Zhang Deming, Junior Brother Zhang?"

  Zhang Deming looked up at the other party and said, "Brother, aren't you sure yet?

  What kind of wind is blowing today?

   Actually blowing the senior brother from the inner sect to Xiaohui Peak? "

  The team leader took a look at Zhang Deming, didn't care about Zhang Deming's attitude, and said: "In this case, please come with me, Junior Brother Zhang!"

  Hearing the words, Zhang Deming glanced at everyone, got up and said, "All right!"

  The team leader was surprised when he saw Zhang Deming being so straightforward, and then he didn't say anything, and led Zhang Deming to the main peak of the inner sect.

  Zhang Deming followed the law enforcement team with thoughts, and ran to the square quickly, and found several cranes staying in the square.

   Several people led Zhang Deming, two by two, and jumped on it.

  The team leader took Zhang Deming and jumped on one of them, and then the crane soared into the sky, and the small Huifeng under his feet shrank rapidly.

  Zhang Deming raised his head and looked through the mountains to the highest main peak among the mountains.

  Today, he will officially enter the Tianling Gate, and he has come into the sight of some people!

   Only those who have been to the main peak can actually be regarded as members of the Tianlingmen. The others are all ants.

  Ten years of ants, he has had enough.

  From today, Zhang Deming will have a place in Tianling Sect!

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  Tianling Peak, Tianling Main Hall.

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

  And the entire council, except for a few Liangyi monks, the rest are all three majors.

   On the main seat is Dang Junan, the contemporary head teacher, a heavenly cultivator with the peak of three talents, who looks like a middle-aged man.

  On the right side of the teacher Dang Junan, sat three old men, all with white beard and hair, and each of them was a three-year-old overhaul.

  At this moment, the three of them didn't care about the Houshan issue they were discussing, and all of them blatantly closed their eyes and rested their minds.

  On the left of Dang Junan, sit the three top leaders of the Resources Department, the Law Enforcement Team, and the Miscellaneous Affairs Department.

  The kind of one hundred years, the top person in charge who doesn't care about a thing, but the department still revolves around him, is also a three-talent overhaul, and the three have different expressions at the moment.

  The leader of the law enforcement team, Zhou Jiuyan, crossed his arms and looked at the heads of the resources department and the miscellaneous affairs department. He blushed arguing about the matter behind the mountain, and looked like he was watching a show.

  The resources department said that the miscellaneous affairs department was too long-handed, and the miscellaneous affairs department said that the resources department had overreached.

   Even arguing and arguing, Fan Qingyong, the old farmer-like person in charge of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, started complaining in a very aggrieved manner, saying that the Miscellaneous Affairs Department was doing all the messy things in the sect.

  But the department is the poorest, and the disciples are the most miserable.

  The benefits are all taken by the resource department, and they are all taken away by the card. If this continues, the disciples in the resource department will get fat and die, and the miscellaneous affairs department will starve to death.

  The old man's aggrieved expression and words, but Yang Longying, the person in charge of the resource department, was angry. The rich old man was not too fat.

   "Fan Qingyong, you are almost fine, you do this every time, and you still have to be shameless when you are a lot of age.

  If you have the ability, you can cry for me.

  If you can really squeeze out a few drops of horse **** for me in the Heavenly Spirit Hall, the old man will really let your Miscellaneous Affairs Department arrange the resources of the Cyanwood Secret Realm this time.

  Even if you all ruined it, the old man will never say anything. "

  The rich old man Yang Longying said, seeing Fan Qingyong dressed as an old farmer.

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

  The rich old man Yang Longying nodded flatly, and said: "The old man said, the allocation of resources in a secret realm, I think it's worth buying a few drops of horse urine from you shameless old man."

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

  The old man of the law enforcement team, Zhou Jiuyan, and the head teacher, Dang Junan, watched Fan Qingyong change the subject familiarly, and they both shook their heads.

   Can't compete, can't compete, can't pull off face completely, can't compare means, and in terms of power, it's the Miscellaneous Department that suffers.

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

  But these two old men are still fighting happily, and they are not happy when others intervene. No matter who they help, they are not happy about that.

  Dang Junan sees the familiar scene again, if it continues like this, it should be a familiar pattern again.

  First, the two old men scolded the street, cursing and cursing, and they were about to pull their beards and poke their noses.

  If you suddenly see the ancestors of the three talents doing this like two mortal old men, you may feel surprised and incredible.

  But in Tianlingmen, at least in this main hall, no one who is sitting today is surprised that this entertainment activity has almost become a thousand-year-old tradition of the sect.

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

  Especially the juniors of the two families, the people of the two departments, one by one desperately lowered their sense of existence, lest the fire suddenly burn on themselves.

   It's fine if it's normal, anyway, the two big bosses are playing around, and they both know how to measure.

   The big deal is to find an excuse and punish the opponent to face the wall and think for a few days. With their cultivation base, there is no suffering in that place.

   It's just a cutscene, it's just a step down for the ancestors.

  However, Wanghui Peak is overcrowded with people these days, and they are all juniors. They don't want to be implicated by innocent people and shamed in front of juniors.

   That's really the case, it's a big shame to lose face.

  If you really make a mistake, you will admit it. If you are innocent and implicated, it is probably enough to be depressed for a hundred or eighty years, and you can feel depressed and vomit blood.

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  (end of this chapter)