Code Farmer Comprehension

  Chapter 843 processing

  Zhang Deming ignored him, changed direction, and flew in the direction of Wan Yao City.

   "Flying in the wrong direction?" Shen Lingjun asked doubtfully.

  Zhang Deming pursed his mouth indifferently, and said: "Come on, even if you go to the forbidden area now, as long as you are not alone, what treasures are searched, will you still dare to sleep in the future?

  Since I can't hide it, but I have to hand it over, why should I spend that idle time? Isn't it just looking for trouble? They want to work, so let them do it themselves. "

  Although the words are so correct, but God Lingjun still looked at Zhang Deming in puzzlement when he heard the words, and always felt that the whole thing was not right.

  Based on Shen Lingjun’s understanding of Zhang Deming, how could he come here without getting any benefits? It's not the attitude this poor ghost should have at all.

  But since coming here, the other party has indeed looked like a highly respected overhaul of the real human race. He really doesn't covet anything about the forbidden area, and he really has the Emperor Bird Token in his hand.

   This is where things go wrong!

  Because this is not only inconsistent with Zhang Deming's character he knows, but also makes the other party's actions too contradictory. You can't come all the way here just to see something strange, right?

   "Could it be that you were frightened by the powerful light and shadow just now?" Shen Lingjun was puzzled, and whispered endlessly.

  Zhang Deming ignored him, and flew directly in the direction of Wan Yao City.

  Just after walking a certain distance, he sensed something, paused, and looked back at the direction he was chasing just now, it seemed that a very strong wave hit him.

  Probably because it was too far away, Zhang Deming only had a vague sense. After such a long time, it should have flown far away, and it can still feel the fluctuations, how intense is it?

  Anyway, it is definitely not the kind of movement that Zhang Deming and the others can make by the "small fights" before.

   "Tsk tsk, no matter who this angel Guangying is, it seems that this time he really has enough to drink a pot!"

  While whispering, Zhang Deming felt that there was still a lot of spiritual power left in his body, and following Mingming's magical induction, he tried to activate the spiritual embryo and spiritual seed again.

"what······"

  Following the urging of the technique, Zhang Deming seemed to hear a scream.

  The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the sky. Although he didn't see anything, he felt much better.

  With a relaxed mood, he flew towards Wan Yao City.

  Shen Lingjun emerged from his arm, feeling the change of Zhang Deming's mood, and gave him a puzzled look, not knowing why, why he suddenly became happy again.

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  In Bailing Gate, Baimai Palace, and Grade A cleaning pool.

  The practice room was empty, with only a swaying vine. Such silence lasted for a long time.

  Suddenly, amidst the swaying vines, spiritual light flickered, and a space door suddenly appeared. Before the light gate was fully formed, a figure rushed out holding a long piano shining with spiritual light.

   Immediately afterwards, the complete space door hadn't been fully opened, but was forced to close immediately.

  The moment the space door was closed, a beam of light flew over, causing the space that had just been closed to fluctuate violently, but in the end, due to various reasons, it failed to break through completely.

   "Poof..."

  At this time, Zhang Deming, who was holding the Changqin and fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood again, his complexion was already pale.

   "Contest..."

  The Changqin in his arms vibrated slightly for a moment, as if he was saying something.

  At this moment, Zhang Deming's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and his eyes were a little dark. He lay there, motionless, and did not reply immediately. He was afraid of the effort of saying a few more words, so he let it go in one breath, and he couldn't hold on, and passed out.

   It's okay to faint, but this place is not suitable for Lan Fuyao to cultivate.

  Being pressed by him, the Changqin in his arms began to vibrate slightly when he saw this, faint faint sounds of the piano sounded, and a little bit of warm current flowed into the body from the Changqin, repairing his injuries.

  Zhang Deming breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Don't worry, you won't die. You are in a better state, so don't mess around."

   "Zheng..." The sound of the piano vibrated, and there was a soft sound.

   "Hehe, I know better than you what my injury is. It took so much hard work to make you feel better, and it barely made you look like a treasure.

  It’s not easy to give birth. If it relapses, my crime this time will be really wronged. "While speaking, Zhang Deming grinned and got up and sat on the ground.

   During this process, the injury was affected, which made his expression a little grim and distorted.

  Changqin fell silent and stopped vibrating. After Zhang Deming let go of her, she gradually floated up, and the light flashed again.

   "How is it? How is your situation now?" After sitting down, Zhang Deming's spiritual power began to recover quickly as the exercise script started. He looked at Lan Fuyao and asked while healing his wounds.

   "Struggle..." Changqin trembled slightly, and an inexplicable message came out.

  Zhang Deming frowned, and said: "It's fine if you can't transform into form, can't you condense the state of the weapon spirit?"

   "We can condense the weapon spirit in advance, but we need to recognize the master and take the time to take the form of the spirit treasure." Changqin vibrated and replied strangely again.

   "Well, let's forget about identifying the master or something. If it's beneficial to you, it's okay to go through the motions, but it's unnecessary to gather the spirit to come out a little earlier.

  When the time comes when you turn into a human, you have to cut off this connection again, which is really troublesome. "After sorting out Changqin's message, Zhang Deming replied.

   "Your injury...?" Lan Fuyao asked.

  Hearing this, Zhang Deming said casually: "Don't worry, you won't die, and it's not uncommon for you to have suffered more serious injuries.

  You should still worry about yourself. No matter how bad my condition is now, it is much better than your current remnant soul. Well, your remnant soul is still someone else’s. "

  Zhang Deming replied with nothing to complain about, making Lan Fuyao silent for a moment, and then Changqin vibrated, and replied: "Then, I will continue to rest first."

   In the words, he was still so indifferent and cold, just like the stranger before.

  Seeing this, Zhang Deming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and quietly let go of the worry in his heart.

   Immediately, the long piano floated in the air, amidst the radiance, the undetectable sound of the piano fluctuated continuously. The faint multicolored streamer surrounded her like a ball of light to envelop her.

  Seeing this, Zhang Deming hesitated for a moment and said: "Well... I am secretly hiding in Bailingfu Land now, and this place is not a normal place for routine retreat.

  So it's not suitable for making big noises, you'd better go back to the alliance secret realm to recuperate, it's safer. "

  Lan Fuyao paused, listening to Zhang Deming's words, she recalled the days when Zhang Deming had mixed into Quanqingguan, and she was a little speechless.

  With a criminal record, she doesn't need to guess. Now that Zhang Deming is in Bailingfu, it should be the same.

   "Okay!" she replied.

  Seeing this, Zhang Deming made a move and took him into the spirit cultivation world. Now the world of nurturing spirits has become a complete world, and it is also the core secret realm of the alliance, so it is no problem to use it for cultivation.

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  After putting away Lan Fuyao, Zhang Deming heaved a long sigh of relief. While repairing the injury, he flipped his hand, and a broken tortoise shell emerged.

  At this moment, the aura of the tortoise shell is dim, not as densely cracked as last time, but it's not much better, or worse.

   In the center of the tortoise shell, there is a narrow and long crack, and the light can be seen through the tortoise shell. If it wasn't for the fact that there is still a little edge connecting the two ends, it is estimated that it has been broken into two halves at this moment.

  The weak spirituality of the tortoise shell also indicates that the tortoise shell was seriously injured this time. Moreover, after it was damaged, Zhang Deming took advantage of his free time to repair it in a hurry, and had no time to deal with it carefully.

  I didn't care about it at first, after all, this tortoise shell has the growth characteristics of a symbiotic species, and it will automatically repair those small problems.

   But up to now, it has only been damaged for a few months, and it has not been fully recovered. Now that such a severe injury occurs, if it is in the hands of ordinary weapon refining monks, this tortoise shell should be completely scrapped.

   "Oh, old buddy, it's really hard work for you." Zhang Deming stroked the tortoise shell and said softly.

   Over the years, this tortoise shell has indeed saved his life many times since it was trained.

   The tortoise shell shook slightly, with some nostalgia and admiration, and no complaints or dissatisfaction.

  Zhang Deming showed a smile and said: "Hehe, don't worry, even if you are broken into slag, I can put it back together for you, don't talk about such a hole."

  While speaking, a flowerpot-like refining furnace appeared in front of him, and as Zhang Deming waved his hand, a vine tree swayed out.

  He threw the tortoise shell into the flowers with a wave of his hand, and found many precious materials with his hands, and began to heal the wound, repairing the tortoise shell again and again.

   During this process, Zhang Deming frowned slightly. Repairing artifacts is not difficult for his unique refining method. However, the many traumas and spiritual damage have somewhat damaged the foundation of the tortoise shell.

   You know, it has symbiotic species and has a strong growth potential. Originally, even if Zhang Deming didn't care for it and threw it into a spirit vein, after countless years, he might be able to be promoted to an eight-star spirit treasure.

   Now that his spirituality has been injured, even if he keeps reforging, this possibility will be infinitely reduced.

  Hesitating for a moment, he flipped his hands and took out the last complete piece of emperor liquid, looked at the flowers and trees in front of him, and said:

   "Forget it, it's cheap for you. Since the insect nest has decided to integrate into the Lingyun body, there is no need to bleed the emperor."

   While speaking, Zhang Deming threw the ball of light into the vine.

  In an instant, the vines started from the flowers and turned golden. The tortoise shell bred in it began to become full of spirituality, and even the vine made by Zhang Deming seemed to be completely mature.

   The utensils in the surrounding rooms, under the influence of the golden light, seemed to have a weak spiritual birth. It can be seen from this that stubborn stones can be turned into essences, so it should not be a bluff.

   Called for an examination and accounting at ten o'clock, and the doctor didn't come at twelve o'clock, and almost stayed up all night.

   There is no manuscript saved, so I updated it yesterday!

  (end of this chapter)