On the night when he returned to Youxutian, Ding Ling thought about it for a while and held a "core members" meeting.

In the small thatched hut, there are exactly seven people in Bai Qianqian, Mu Hanling, Mingyue, Xuanwu, Dao Scar, A Youduo, and Ding Ling.

It took a lot of effort to settle the seven people. In the end, four girls sat on the bed, and then the three of them sat on the desk before they could barely squeezed off.

Before Ding Ling started speaking, he opened his hands and set up a huge soundproof barrier. Looking at his actions, everyone was surprised - you should know that Ding Ling never took the initiative to set up a soundproof barrier, and he had almost nothing to hide from the people here.

"Don't think too much, mainly to prevent Xie Wanling... No matter how much this girl likes here, we can't leave her here, right?"

Then Ding Ling laughed as soon as he finished speaking Xuan Wu and Scar.

Ding Ling stared at the inexplicable two people and said, "Are you two eating dirty?"

"It's nothing, it's mainly because Mei Zi Xie is here to ask us for advice and ask the boss if there is any boss lady..." Xuan Wu smiled, and as soon as he finished speaking, he realized his mistake. So his face changed and immediately became silent.

Because he saw that the girls next to the bed, except A Youduo, had three other girls who were about to kill him at the same time.

Ding Ling was stunned for a moment. He immediately understood what these two guys meant. He waved his hand in annoyance and signaled not to worry about those: "Talk about serious matters, Xie Wanling will talk about how to deal with her later. Let's talk about it first..."

"Basically, Youxutian is the one who has the final say. To be honest, I really don't treat you as an outsider... Xuan Wu and Dao Scar touch your chest and talk?"

Xuan Wu said, "You don't treat us as outsiders, but the little boss's wife's shackles are still there, and my life is still in her hands."

"Since that's the case, everyone knows that I'm the bloodline of the heavens - actually I really don't think this bloodline is rare. Well, what I mean by saying this is that I really don't treat myself as a green onion." Ding Ling said and smiled helplessly because he glared at Mingyue.

"Today I went to Feng Wanxue to talk about the list of Lingjian. That girl blocked all my paths at once. Finally, she offered a condition to help her calculate the Tiankai Art of Xiaoyouqingxutian..."

"What?"

"Qingxutian?"

Bai Qianqian and Mingyue shouted at the same time.

"Yes, I don't know how she guessed it. But I didn't admit it at that time..." Ding Ling sighed: "Although I didn't admit it, I still felt that Feng Wanxue had already decided that I could forget it. And in the deal with Lingjian, there seemed to be no other choice except to help her."

"So, tonight I just want to ask everyone whether I should make this deal with her."

Ding Ling closed his mouth as he said, and he swept his eyes over everyone, especially Bai Qianqian and Mingyue.

Bai Qianqian is the wisest, of course Mu Hanling is not bad either, but she practiced a little later. Mingyue has the greatest influence on Ding Ling, and all calculations need Mingyue to complete.

There is no doubt about the importance and urgency of those spirit swords. You must know that even Scar and Xiaowu and others now have no magic weapon... Even Xuanwu's spirit sword is an ordinary product he used to be.

In addition to these people, there are also Jiuli people who have begun to practice on the 70s and 80s...

For a practitioner, Ding Ling has deeply experienced this in recent battles.

However, once Feng Wanxue is helped, it means that he admits that he is the bloodline of the Heaven Sect.

Well, the bloodline of the Heavenly Sect is really nothing great... But this is the only bloodline that can go to the Nine Heavens Destiny River to capture the true information of fate!

Predicting the future and knowing what happened after you are, this alone is enough to make people crazy.

To put it in small things, he can calculate the life and death of a person, and to put it in large things, he can even calculate the national power and family fortune!

This is what Ding Ling has always been worried about, and it is also what Mingyue is worried about!

Once your identity is exposed, the country asks you to help you calculate whether the battle can be won, will you help? Let you calculate when the Jingrong crisis will come, and do you count?

Anyway, Ding Ling thought about it himself. If he had enough ability and knew that there was such a great man, then he would be determined to hold it in his palm...

Obviously, Bai Qianqian knew Ding Ling’s concerns, and this was also a fact, so she took the lead in proclaiming: “If you don’t agree, if you don’t agree, I will go back to the Bai family tomorrow. There are no psychics or real spirits, and you should be able to get some entry-level ones.”

Seeing Bai Qianqian's statement, Xuan Wu nodded quickly: "I support Qianqian. Besides, can you still change some spirit swords to Xie Wanling? Just take your time. Don't worry, you must know that it is not convenient for us to show up now. Boss, it's too dangerous to be outside alone."

Although Mu Hanling and Dao Scar were not very clear, they saw that they said it, and they nodded, indicating that Ding Ling's safety is the most important thing.

Ding Ling finally put his eyes on Mingyue's face, and saw the little girl biting her lower lip and frowning in a ball. After a long time, she looked up and said, "Waiting is not a solution, and hiding it is not a solution. Well... Ding Ling, how much spiritual power does you have in your life?"

Ding Ling returned to the inner palace and looked at it: "There are three."

"Enough, I'll calculate it first before making a decision." Mingyue said as she stood up, and after touching Ding Ling, she returned to his body.

Ding Ling saw that Mingyue took off one of his natal spiritual power and stroked his hands on the trunk of the tree of fate. Then he felt his spiritual power begin to be consumed rapidly.

A white light suddenly rose from the tree of fate and shot into the endless void in an instant.

Mingyue's body trembled violently. She gritted her teeth and picked another fruit of spiritual power in her life.

Ding Ling's face turned pale in an instant. He closed his eyes and began to run the Shunwangju Sutra to restore his spiritual power.

Everyone looked at Ding Ling nervously. They were nervous and novel when they had never seen Tianshuo perform calculations.

After a long wait, Ding Ling finally opened his eyes, and the next second, the bright moon broke out.

"Damn!" Ding Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Mingyue like everyone else.

Compared to Ding Ling, Mingyue's situation was not much better. She took a few breaths before whispering: "Just just now, I used Ding Ling's natal spiritual power to release my spiritual sense to touch the Ming River... and found something fun."

Something fun?

"Ding Ling, Feng Wanxue is trustworthy, and... forget it, it's meaningless to say it now." Mingyue's eyes flashed a few times, and she finally concluded the meeting: "You can promise her, but you can't calculate it now. You can only calculate the Opening Art after you enter the holy level."

Saint Level? Ding Ling was stunned and laughed. When he reached the Saint Level, let alone the year of the Monkey Horse Month, he said that he had reached the Saint Level... I guess few people in this world dare to provoke him, right?

But what is the fun thing Mingyue said?

Mingyue felt Ding Ling's eyes, she smiled weakly, and waved her hand: "You shouldn't know now. I'll sleep for a while."
Chapter completed!