"Can our sect protect people from the tribulation?" Wu Ming suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and asked repeatedly, and he had already regarded himself as a disciple of the Heavenly Kingdom.

"Tsk, if you are really that strong, how could you fall to this point!" Bi Fang sneered, "You can protect the souls of the practitioners after they fail to respond to the disaster and give them another chance."

"How can you get a heavenly tribulation after practicing until you practice?" Wu Ming didn't know if the so-called Nine-Dao Yuanqi Technique, the Ninth Level of Heaven that the old guy passed to him, would be in Yin himself again.

"Each sect's technique is different, and basically every third of the diligence will be one catastrophe. The first time is the 39th small tribulation, you will be a master of the earth level; the second time is the 69th major tribulation, you will be a master of the heaven level; the third time is the 99th level tribulation, after these three times of cultivation, your body of true energy can be transformed into innate, and you will be an immortal cultivator as you enter the hall and become an immortal cultivator."

"What about before that?" Wu Ming couldn't help asking.

"Of course, I can only be regarded as a folk expert." The woman replied for Bi Fang.

After the baptism of the Five Elements Spiritual Aura, Wu Ming's five senses were amazingly improved. The old man explained his secrets in his ears, so he did not even fall into punctuation.

In other words, when he practices at Qingxiao, he will respond to one catastrophe. When he practices at Zixiao, he will respond to six or nine catastrophes. When he practices at Jinxiao, he will suffer nine or nine catastrophes. If he can pass all these, the five elements of spiritual energy in his body will turn into innate and enter the ranks of immortal cultivators. That is, the heaven beyond the sky mentioned by the old man.

Before that, all the masters could only be regarded as people in the world and folk masters.

Obviously, these two Brahma's constables are here.

"My sirs, otherwise I would give up my hands and help you overcome the tribulation in the future?" Wu Ming's eyes turned and he had a plan.

"Hell!" The woman behind the veil smiled and said, "It's better to quit. We can't afford the price you asked your master to take."

The implication is that you are not good at your skills, and your master may not necessarily reduce the price for you.

"Uh... two sirs, after you say, this sect doesn't seem to have a good reputation..."

"Only you can do what others cannot do; take ruthless actions and ask for money; the sect is full of slutty (the monkeys sprinkled on the sky seal) and cannot die well; there are always experts who can't help others, and they can't beat them up and vent their anger. Over time, slutty and resentment have been passed down from generation to generation, and you have become the only chamber pot in the world. Anyone in the world needs to use it, and this family has no other part-colon. Although they are so slutty, they are reluctant to knock them over..." Bi Fang said coldly.

"Serial pot?" Wu Ming was extremely surprised.

Fuck, are all constables illiterate? What kind of bird metaphor is this!

"You are so slutty and ugly. What else can you do if you are not a chamber pot?"

"Since it's the only night...the pot! Why do you dare to stab me with a sword?" Wu Ming mustered up the courage to question the woman.

"Isn't it enough to make up for it? It's not broken anyway." The woman didn't care, "Besides, there are two now, right?"

‘!’ Wu Ming’s heart was shocked, and when he spoke again, tears faintly appeared in the corner of his eyes, “That, Lao Jia, how about a strong man with this mentality?”

"What do you think?" Bi Fangying raised his eyes, and his strong anger covered his head and faced the hunched guy.

"I want to quit!" Wu Ming burst into tears as if he was still bleeding from his chest.

Bi Fang intentionally or unintentionally placed the eagle claws on the back of the boy's inscriptions and sneered: "Do you think it's possible?"

Damn, I thought that a hidden sect was smoked from the ancestral grave, and the worst thing was the egg yolk sect. I never thought it would be a shit-eating pie that licked someone’s butt!

Heaven and earth are sad!

Please call me sad in the future!

Wu Ming pouted and was drowsy all the way. Even the super light brain carried around his neck was also in the face of a huge blow.

No wonder he let the karma fire go as if he killed his biological father. The Fantianmen actually did the job of snatching food from the tiger's mouth! It's a pity that he couldn't protect people and survive the tribulation, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten to this level of land today!

Just imagine that someone used the big price he raised to get rid of his underwear and was inevitably chopped to death! How could the deceased’s junior disciples and friends not be angry?

A tangled evil fire inevitably poured on the Fengtianmen who wanted money. Over time, the Fengtianmen became a hyena vulture hovering around, as if he wanted you to die early!

Put yourself in your shoes, what would you feel if you were the beast you were targeted?

What makes me even more angry is that this stinky and smelly broken room pot can’t be touched!

The reason is very simple. You don’t need to rely on it or not. What if others want to use it? And what if this person is a more powerful expert than you?

OK, a giant is anxious to pee, but you hit his pot. There are probably only two: either kill someone and don’t need to pee; or be killed to vent his anger and urinate.

I can't pee anywhere else, because there is only one urinary in the world!

There is no choice but to choose, and there is no change. This is the way to survive in the Fantianmen!

‘Only by yourself, you can save your life, so why do the old man accept me as his apprentice? Uh... Since customers think the price is too high, why don’t they get discounts during festivals?’ The chaos finally made my mind a big question emerge.

In addition to grief, anger and anger, Wu Ming pouted, there was another reason. It was a hard object the size of a copper coin hidden in the stuffing of a tofu dumpling. He secretly poked his tongue with his tongue many times, and he still couldn't figure out what it was.

Seeing the sun set, the three of them finally arrived at a dilapidated temple.

"Stay here tonight." Bi Fang said nothing and flashed out of the temple.

"Does that fairy girl, do you need to leave even if you are rushing to travel?" Wu Ming leaned on the fallen incense candlestick and kept pounding his legs.

"Are you a master?" The woman took out a rope with darts from the bag and nailed it into the front and back beams, and jumped up lightly.

"You guys carry me on your back..."

"Will you rush on the road with a chamber pot?"

“…”

Wu Ming turned around in anger and took advantage of the opportunity to spit out the hard objects in his mouth.

‘Damn it!’

It turned out to be a miniature version of the Flipping Sky Seal!

It's absolutely impossible to be wrong. He even recognized this thing as a treasure after holding it for so long!

A fishy smell suddenly came from outside the door, and Wu Ming quickly swallowed the Fengtian Seal back. He turned his face carefully and saw Bi Fang walking into the temple gate with two pheasants.

It turned out that I went to find food.

Thinking of the patches on the women's shoe uppers, Wu Ming suddenly realized that this Brahma is probably a clear-water yamen, and it is even more common to stay in the wild.

Seeing Bi Fang's quick hair plucking and cumstry on the fire, he was even more convinced of his previous judgment.

‘The people in this sect are either extremely greedy or extremely honest. Bi Fang took the money and seemed to have improved his words, but he didn’t know if this woman was not greedy…’

Just as he was thinking about his thoughts, Bi Fang handed a browned chicken leg to his face.
Chapter completed!