The Daily Life of the Immortal King

After dinner was over, the two brothers went upstairs. Wang Ming leaned back against Wang Ling's bed and rolled onto Wang Ling's bed with a backward jump.

Wang Ling twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at him with his hips on his back, feeling a little helpless in his heart. Although he has a bed with a bed fairy and a pillow with a pillow fairy, he is more open to Wang Ming than the Thunder Throwing True Monarch. This girl never slept in a bed with herself when she was a child, and now the bed fairy and pillow fairy have acquiesced that Wang Ming is the second master.

Sometimes, Wang Ling is really afraid of the most shameless person... and Wang Ming fully embodies this sign - not only two, but also quite shameless, the most important thing is that he is quite unaware.

Wang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Wang Ling with a funny face: "Did you know?"

Wang Ling: "???"

Wang Ming: "I just like the way you look angry and helpless."

"..." Wang Ling's face quickly darkened.

This look made Wang Ming hesitate, and he cleared his throat immediately and said, "Okay... I won't tease you anymore, I'll be serious..." He knew that Wang Ling's emotions were almost at the zero point , if he continued to tease him, he would most likely set the second record among the academicians of the Huaxiu Academy of Cultivation.

The first item - the youngest academician of the Academy of Xiuzheng in the history of Huaxiu.

The second item - the earliest dead member of the Academy of Cultivation in the history of Huaxiu.

Wang Ming is very clear in his heart, sometimes, the molestation has to stop...

Wang Ming sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Wang Ling with his arms crossed: "The screenshot of the previous appraisal report should be a material analysis diagram of a spirit sword, right? I want to hear from you about the origin of that spirit sword first. ."

If this matter has not been fully settled before the immortal mansion, Wang Ling will never tell Wang Ming about everything, and he does not want to directly involve Wang Ming. According to Wang Ming's character, if he knew about the Immortal Mansion, 80% of the time he would go to explore it. The affairs of the cultivation circle were more complicated, and many muddy waters wouldn't go if he could.

But now, the Immortal Mansion has been cleared, so it can be said that there should be no worries... Moreover, with Zhai Yin protecting him, Wang Ling felt that there should be no serious problems.

When he thought of this, Wang Ming spread out a sense of spiritual consciousness and probed outside the villa, just at the door, Zhai Yin was still standing there, and he couldn't get in the car. Just standing at the door in a military posture, not moving, can be said to be quite well-trained.

Although this guy looked weird, Wang Ling didn't particularly hate this person in his heart.

Wang Ling stretched out his index finger and tapped it lightly on Wang Ming's forehead, and the memory of this immortal mansion was immediately synchronized... Of course, Wang Ling cleared out the memory of his women's clothing. If Wang Ming knew about this, this product would definitely be happy for a year!

The memory of data poured into his mind, making Wang Ming feel amazed: "Oh, if this trick is used to cheat in exams...it's so convenient! Which classmate won't order, mother no longer has to worry about my study. !"

Wang Ling chuckled in his heart: "..." Thinking beautifully!

In Wang Ling's view, it was always better to ask others than to ask for yourself. And in the class, almost no one would ask Wang Ling to cheat...

The level of the elite class is actually the same. It is the most difficult to get a high score in the elite test. Wang Ling's score will always maintain an eternal average... The score in the test will never be the same, so in the class, at all No one wanted to copy Wang Ling's answer.

Just a while ago, Guo Erdan gave him the title of "Balance Leader" because of this...

After Wang Ling's memory was transmitted, Rao was Wang Ming's strongest brain, and it took five minutes to sort out the entire memory...

Although he already knew that the immortal mansion was destroyed by Wang Ling, Wang Ming was still shocked when he learned that the whole incident was scrambled. A huge core organization of the dark faction was wiped out in just one day...

According to the main line of memory, Wang Ling first speculated that the immortal mansion used the spiritual veins and the ice crystal holy array under his feet to build a hidden stronghold in the mirror space. After that, he blasted through the space wall and was summoned to the ceiling of Yuntai Pavilion in order to save the Dharma King. After the others exposed their identities, they used spiritual pressure to directly swept away all the female disciples of the inner sect, killed a female elder, killed the silver-horned beast, and finally killed the palace master of Xianfu...

Wang Ming is a little powerless to complain. What happened this Sunday is more than what people have experienced in a year! If it was a serious cultivation novel, two monks would be able to write one-on-one for several days and nights.

However, after learning the whole story, Wang Ming felt relieved: "If this is the case, then the generation of this substance in this sword is just a coincidence."

"?" Wang Ling didn't understand what it meant, and was a little confused.

"Because after looking at the screenshot of the appraisal report, I found that there is a substance in it and the seal talisman I made for you, and there is a component in it that is the same. And, this is the key ingredient... In the talisman, from The key substance to suppress your breath is this thing."

Wang Ming looked up at Wang Ling, and explained seriously: "When I first saw the material identification report of this sword, I thought that someone had discovered the secret of this material, but from the current ending, it should be just It's a coincidence. It is estimated that the Immortal Palace Master himself did not know that he mixed in with this thing when he made the sword."

Wang Ling: "..."

Wang Ming couldn't help sighing: "You don't know, how difficult it is to extract this thing... Our research institute uses the most sophisticated instruments, and can only extract a few micrograms every year. This immortal talisman Palace Master has integrated into the process of making swords. A lot of materials, if it is a coincidence, there is indeed the possibility of producing this substance..."

After Wang Ming's explanation, Wang Ling suddenly became enlightened.

He probably knows why his "Great Purification Technique" can't be awakened by the other party. It is very likely that it is because of the resistance produced by the trace substances that restrain him, and the reason why Fang Xing has not awakened so far is also because of this strange because of the things that were haunting him.

"The existence of this thing is known only to me. You know, no one else knows about it. At first I thought that something had happened, but it scared me to death..." Wang Ming let out a big breath, and fell directly on his back. bed.

This thing has no scientific name?

Wang Ling stared at him, unable to bear the sound transmission.

"What is the scientific name? It was originally something I discovered, and I am not going to announce it to the public. What is the scientific name?" Wang Ming said.

Wang Ling: "..."

"However, I gave it a name myself." Wang Ming smiled: "I named it: Matter to Wang Ling!"

Wang Ling: "..." This name can be said to be quite simple and crude, because the strange thing about this substance is that it only has a suppressing effect on him... So there is absolutely nothing wrong with this name.

"There are trace elements of this composition in the material table of the sword, but it is far from the amount in your talisman. This thing is very volatile, you don't need to pay attention to him, your friend's body is in the body. After two days, the substance will dissolve on his own, and he will be able to wake up."

Having said that, Wang Ming suddenly sat up straight from the bed again, staring at Wang Ling with a stern look: "But... Lingzi, did you find a problem?"

Wang Ling: "?"

"I send you a talisman every year, and the effect of suppression is actually weakening every year."

Wang Ming held his chin, showing a rare serious face: "I think your body seems to be adapting to this substance..."