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

Chapter 11 Friends, the market is open!

The two treasure friends in the chat group started to quarrel again.

One of the protagonists is Kuang Lang's knife again.

All online and diving friends, you are no longer surprised.

After all, just like his name, Kuang Lang Baoyou is full of waves.

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

Kuang Lang's knife: "The spirit pattern provided by the great master Baoyou has a low foundation. This knife helped him directly improve the spirit pattern, and even made enhanced adjustments on the original basis. What could be wrong?"

God's Sword:

"It's not wrong, it's just that the level is too low, and the power is only slightly increased. The power of this spirit pattern cannot be brought to the extreme at all."

"Combining with what you said earlier, the sword is stronger than the sword, I'm not happy, and I'm here to teach you a lesson."

Kuanglang's knife: "Heh, don't think that your nickname has the word Tiandi, you are really Tiandi. When the Great Master Baoyou was here, I didn't see you offering a plan."

Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "Oh, spicy chicken."

Kuanglang's knife: "Why are you swearing!"

Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "I didn't mention you, I said that the spirit pattern is too hot, and I am too embarrassed to connect it."

Kuanglang's knife: "I believe in you? Otherwise, you come up with a plan, and when the great master Baoyou is online, let him talk and see whose plan is better!"

Sword of the Emperor of Heaven: "Goodness."

Mingzhu: "This seat wants to open the market. Is there any treasure friend to place a bet?"

When it came to the opening session, the group immediately became lively.

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

Baoyou 2: "Tongtiandi, 50 ways!"

……

Kuang Lang's Dao: "Yah, bah, you bettors, you still use the anonymous mode to bet, I look down on you."

"I bet on myself with this knife, 10... no, it's 5 innate spirit patterns."

The congenital spirit pattern is unique to the chat group, and it is a very unique existence!
Baoyou 14: "Hahaha, Mad Saber Ah Lang, you only bet on 5 spirit patterns on yourself, so you might as well admit defeat."

Kuanglang's knife: "Fuck, you're the idiot. If you call me like that, you're revealing your identity? You bloody stinky golden hoop!"

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

Mingzhu: "Baby friend Kuanglang, how can you be sure that it wasn't a certain friend who deliberately used the name Golden Hoop Friend to confuse you?"

Kuang Lang: ...Speechless.jpg!angry.jpg!

"Hmph, when Baoyou, the grand master of crafting, goes online, everything will be known, hum!"

Baoyou 14: "I am a golden hoop, so I admire your rebellious appearance, hahaha..."

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

"Kang Lang, don't privately message Grandmaster, let him cheat for you!"

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

How could this guy be such a thug and let himself pinch 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, Fengming is in good spirits.

"Well, after staying up all night cultivating immortality, the spirit is really better."

Of course, I am cultivating a true immortal.

"I almost couldn't resist calling the Yin God directly yesterday, fortunately."

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

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

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

"Senior brother, early brother..."

The little girl Lingqiu came in the sunshine.

"Brother, let's have porridge!"

Once you pass the second stage of cultivating the Tao, you are already inedia.

However, Fengming has always maintained the habit of eating, if there is time.

Although the Changchun Palace belongs to the sect of Immortal Dao, but more of them are low-level disciples, and they can't even do the first level of cultivation.

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

"Brother, this is spirit grass porridge, you like it."

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

The food box was opened, and the fragrance wafted out.

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

In fact, this spirit grass porridge was donated by Fengming to the cafeteria. When the spirit grass porridge came out, even the immortal elders who practiced in Changchun Palace all took a look.

"Hmph, sure enough, as the senior brother said, the pirated version is not as good as the genuine one."

Feng Ming smiled and said: "We make food and complete the work with heart."

"They just completed the task, which is inevitable, and it is already very good to do so."

Well, at least in this day and age, there is no need to worry about someone tampering with food...

Immortal law is clear, like a mirror hanging high.

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

Ling Qiu's big eyes looked straight at his senior brother, in those bright pupils, there seemed to be a ray of light illuminating and scorching Feng Ming's heart.

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

"No, just no. Even if it's just a bowl of clear porridge, if your appetite is aroused, it will affect your heart of bigu."

"If you can't even pass the second stage of cultivation, what are you talking about in the future?"

"Be obedient and bear with it."

Ling Qiu pursed her lips and snorted heavily.

She is like a greedy kitten, looking at her from time to time, but the cruel senior brother simply ignores her.

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

Brother Qing Shuzi's anxious voice came from outside!

Fengming was so elegant that he put the bowls and chopsticks back into the food box, and tidied up a bit.

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

In fact, the hour of Chen has not even arrived yet (probably before seven o'clock), it seems that Junior Brother Qingshuzi is indeed very anxious.

Qing Shuzi is wearing a gray and white lean Taoist robe today, with long black hair, and a tall and straight body. To be honest, he is really a handsome and handsome guy.

Feng Ming couldn't help thinking: 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 beckoned lightly, and Gu Hongjian slowly floated over, and then hung between the two of them.

Qing Shuzi saw it, and exclaimed immediately: "Ju...has been repaired!"

"Okay, that's really good!"

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

At first, he just came here with the attitude of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that the sword had recovered.

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

"Brother, to what level has the formation of this sword been restored?"

Without waiting for Fengming to ask, he happily said: "However, Guhong's appearance has been restored so perfectly, even if it is only [-]% restored, I can still pay the full amount of [-] Lingqian!"

Feng Ming: ...he is really aggressive.

This kind of proper local tyrant will make people can't help but manipulate you.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Senior Brother Qing Shuzi, don't worry, just listen to me."

　Ask for collection, support, and stable output!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)