Traveling from The Deer and Ding Tale

Chapter 129 What a bunch of talents (please subscribe)

I am a weak Qi trainer, facing a group of masters who are in the Transcending Tribulation Realm and Transforming God Realm, if I don't go home, I will be brutally beaten to death when the fight starts.

Back at the top of the Zongfu mountain, at least there are countless mountain protection formations guarding it, and it can still be indecent. Stay calm and wait for the time to change.

However, Zhou Ping'an knew that these words could not be said clearly.

"Well, the suzerain of this generation believes that Deacon Ji can handle this matter well."

Zhou Ping'an's expression was calm, and he didn't even look at Ji Congliang who was slumped on the ground and trembling.

At this time, the miners in the Boluo Mountain Spirit Mine had all been replaced by Misty Palace troops, and the miners from the Taiyi Sect were all bound to the iron pillars.

"Brother, don't we just leave without farting? It's too useless!"

When Wang Genji saw that his troops were being tied up, his idiot got angry, and he acted as if he was going to die if he wanted to.

"Then you have to let one out. We'll leave after you fart."

Zhou Ping'an looked like an old god, and didn't care at all.

Don't talk about farting, even if you pull Xiangla X in public, you can do it yourself, anyway, I won't go to fights.

As soon as Zhou Ping'an said this, Hongxia, Baixue, Mu Qianqian, and the senior officials of Taiyi Sect were all stunned.

"Is this what our suzerain said?"

"yes…"

"Could it be that the suzerain is right, Wang Genji's fart has luck in it?"

"Maybe it is"

Wow.

What a bunch of talents.

Are all brain circuits so strange?

Zhou Pingan almost laughed out loud.

Wang Genji never expected such a situation, but he felt that senior brother Zhou is now the acting suzerain, so there is a reason for senior brother Zhou to tell him to fart.

It's just that he couldn't figure out how to fart this fart for a while.

Zhou Ping'an was about to leave, but he didn't expect that Wang Genji actually walked to the front line of the confrontation with a pained expression on his face, and farted in the direction of Misty Palace.

For a moment, both Taiyizong and Misty Palace were stunned.

What kind of trouble is this?

If a fight really breaks out, people will laugh to death if word gets out.

Rush caused by a Jindan fart?
Especially in Misty Palace, if the group of female monks were not afraid of Taiyi Sect's sect protection formation, they would have rushed to kill them.

……

Only Ji Congliang's heart is broken.

Last night, he just took in the No.30 eight-bedroom concubine. Because the Changbanpo-style night battle was too intense, he took a nap during the morning discussion, and it turned out like this.

But usually everyone has a small job in the meeting. Anyway, the meeting is to flatter the boss. After the flattering, go back and wait for your disciples to flatter you back.

This has already formed a very good unspoken rule system.

Why did he suddenly lose his temper when he looked at the easy-talking acting suzerain?

Seeing the backs of Zhou Ping'an and others leaving indifferently, Ji Congliang gritted his teeth and walked towards the Misty Palace camp with three steps.

Returning to the secret realm of the Taiyi sect's suzerain, he brewed a cup of fragrant tea and played the flute in time with Hongxia. Amidst Bandari's brisk flute sound, Zhou Ping'an finally felt relieved.

The base is still comfortable, and you don't have to worry about being brutally beaten to death.

In the end, before Zhou Pingan's butt was hot, Bai Xue flew in excitedly, "Master, you are really amazing. Deacon Ji actually wanted the Boluo Mountain Spirit Mine back!"

"Senior brother, you are too good at discerning people. Deacon Ji was originally a deacon who only got through the back door of Headmaster Qiu. He is recognized by everyone as a pustule. I didn't expect that you would dig out such deep hidden potential. Already…”

Mu Qianqian stuck out her tongue with a look of admiration on her face, "I guess it's because of my senior brother's luck."

Well, yes, brain supplement, and then brain supplement.

My identity as the son of fate is probably imagined by you.

Regarding Mu Qianqian and others' behavior of trying to bring luck to him even when they fart, Zhou Ping'an is not only not feeling sad nor worried, he even wants to cheer them up.

Just like people lining up for a toast at a wine table, it is precisely in the false form of toasts showing loyalty that the master-servant and submissive relationships are also being subtly strengthened.

You are willing to offer me food and drink, am I still not happy?
If I completely rely on myself step by step, tempering skin, refining bones, forging tendons, practicing qi, building foundations, golden pills, nascent souls, transforming gods, crossing tribulations, and joining the Tao, when will I be able to achieve something?

If that really happened, he would most likely still be a certain Horned Gada who was practicing indigestion and skin tempering. He was not even a Qi Practitioner yet. To get even the most common elixir, he would probably have to peel off his skin.

How can it be possible to have the glory of being able to run rampant in the world of cultivating immortals with the cultivation base of a Qi practitioner?

Not to mention that if you accidentally burp in the middle, so what if you succeed?

The Legend of Mortal Cultivation?
One more Lupaopao?

But the point is that Lu Paopao needs infinite opportunities to pile up.

Without a chance, Lu Paopao could only be dead.

Besides, so what if it becomes Lu Paopao?

After being bullied and beaten for hundreds of thousands of years, by the time I finally wanted to pretend, my opponent would have died of old age.

How can I be so comfortable now.

Bully whoever you want to bully.

Others think it's fairy spirit to fart.

At this moment, Zhou Pingan finally discovered the coolness of his journey through the prehistoric world, and made up his mind that no matter when the system wakes up, he will play the role of the son of luck with the actor-level acting skills.

Well, others are cultivating immortality while I act.

Even if no one in this world of cultivating immortals gives me an Oscar gold award.

You must also devote yourself wholeheartedly.

Even if there is no audience, I must be the first to be moved...

……

Hearing what Mu Qianqian said, Hongxia also stopped playing the flute, and looked at Zhou Ping'an in surprise.

"Huh? This old Ji Ba is so powerful? It's a bit unexpected..."

Zhou Pingan didn't expect such a situation. He was overjoyed and waved his hand, "Notify all the deacons to the main hall for a meeting. The suzerain has something important to announce."

Zhou Ping'an felt that it was necessary for him to use this matter to establish his prestige of both kindness and power, so as to earn an extra guarantee for his survival and development in the prehistoric world.

The meeting hall of the main hall.

Zhou Ping'an sat on the suzerain's throne, while Hongxia, Baixue, and Mu Qianqian made tea, fanned a fan, and beat their legs.

All the deacons were not surprised and didn't take it seriously.

Ji Congliang's face turned pale, "Dai Suzerain, fortunately, I did not disgrace my life, my old concubine brought back the Boluo Mountain Spirit Mine."

"Okay. Old Ji. Although I am the acting suzerain, but if I let the master promote you to be the head teacher, I believe that the old man will seriously consider it..."

Zhou Ping'an is in a good mood.

After all, everyone thought that Ji Congliang couldn't handle this matter, but in the end he managed it. The disciples of the Taiyi sect would definitely link it with Zhou Pingan's luck.

(End of this chapter)