When Ning Sheng walked out of the door along the guidance of the fried paste, walked along the winding path, and walked towards the so-called canteen of the Immortal Cultivation World, when he saw a few people, he was still a little excited in his heart.

"Why?" The paste-bomber asked, puzzled.

Ning Sheng first glanced left and right, and saw that the faces of those people were calm, but the expressions on their faces were not very good.

"Attention.! Be polite. The winner of the world of cultivating immortals is king. The mechanical and urgent voice of the paste-bomber came into Ning Sheng's mind.

"Thank you." Ning Sheng immediately retracted his gaze, and under the eyes of those people, he showed a reserved and friendly polite smile.

Ning Sheng's change, of course, several other people also felt it.

Sitting in a corner, Ning Sheng ate quickly. It's delicious, it's delicious, Ning Sheng has never eaten such a delicious meal, she can't tell the specifics.

Although the other people had facial expressions, their eyes softened. Yi Ningsheng is not qualified to sit here yet.

Remind? Unfamiliar, not a true friend who reminds of this kind of thing, must not be thought of as a deliberate provocation.

And there is no explicit provision.

This little young man has a bit of courage.

Receiving the gaze of an old man in the corner, Ning Sheng raised his head and smiled back. She still knows this politeness.

The other people who noticed the old man's gaze were a little surprised. It is already a great opportunity to be able to win the eyes of those who can grow old. In the future, if she sits here, no one will do anything to her. Even when I go out to look for opportunities, I will think about it at a deeper level.

After eating, Ning Sheng walked out of the Xiuxian Food Eup.

It wasn't until much later that Ning Sheng knew that she had stumbled out of another way to escape death, which was due to this wrong guidance from the pager.

However, at this time, Ning Sheng was still used to all kinds of things in this immortal cultivation world.

"Ning Sheng, will you be able to operate, will you be able to cultivate?!" The sound of the machine is a little angry, the Buddha has time to be on fire, its wisdom is superb, looking at Ning Sheng's clumsy behavior, I can't wait to hit her head.

"Ahem." After learning the opening words of the pager, Ning Sheng said, "Don't worry. It's not that I'm still a newbie. ”

Ning Sheng seemed to be able to feel the breathing machine take a deep breath.

"I'll just say, I've been cultivating for so many days, why don't I have any aura at all, so I ran to you guy.!" Ning Sheng gritted her teeth a little, she had worked hard for so many days, so she should say something anyway. It made her a little anxious, you say, okay, uncle, in the future.

"Ahem, Ning Sheng, your logical thinking is confused, and the word order is not clear."

"Don't give me nonsense, be honest."

"Ahem, it's not that the aura is not enough."

"Say it. How much do you need, you can leave me some too. ”

"I'll absorb less."

"It's good to know." Ning Sheng gritted her teeth and said, she was tired and tired for a week, and in the end, she didn't leave anything.

"I can't control it."

There was a bit of pity in her tone, and it didn't arouse Ning Sheng's sympathy, she was the even more pitiful little pitiful worm, okay? Ning Sheng was irritable and wanted to rub her own hair.

Especially knowing that from a month later, I will start to study intensively, Ning Sheng's heart, pull out the cold.

"Ning Sheng, that's what it looks like."

"......" failed......

"Pager, don't yell, okay, keep quiet." Ning Sheng was a little frustrated, if it had a mouth, she could still cover its mouth, if she didn't know what to do, she would definitely cover it for a day; No, a month.

It's also a paste-making machine, and it's almost the same to blow her up.

"Yes, Ning Sheng, you are so smart, how do you know, I originally used it to fry paste. Ahem, ahem, it's to make grilled meat, rice, or something more delicious. It's a pity, it's a pity. The tone of the babbling machine is nostalgic.

Which immortal cultivator's predecessor is this prank, you say, you want to innovate, and make a better one. Ning Sheng appreciated it anyway.

"Anti-election, quick, anti-election."

When Ning Sheng was blown up for the hundredth time, her face was black, she still couldn't get used to it, you said, the pain in her body, she could still grit her teeth and endure it, when will this kind of mental torture come to an end!