Negative emotions from Liu Pinggui, +60.

And the impatient man is called Liu Pinggui, it seems that it is not only fear that can produce negative emotions, but also makes people uncomfortable.

In this way, it will be easy to do, it will make people uncomfortable, and he is the best at it.

Gu Xiaofan nodded at Liu Pinggui and stammered, "Yes, yes...... That's right, it's dirt and soil...... Bandits, their wives...... It's too bad......"

Then, he looked at the income records: negative emotions from Liu Pinggui, +80, Yang Wei, +30.

"Tiny ...... Brother Xiaofan, please stop talking, okay, I'm about to be suffocated by you...... suffocated," Liu Pinggui stammered.

Gu Xiaofan learned the bandit boss: "Who is who...... Who told you to learn and learn...... Learn what I speak, no, no...... No morality, no no ...... No self-cultivation, no no ...... I don't have a ......."

"Negative emotions from Liu Pinggui +170, Yang Wei +30, Ma Dayun +60......"

"Okay, okay, I'm not cultivating" Liu Pinggui stood up angrily: "Listen to you a few more words, I have to be suffocated to death by you." ”

After saying this, Liu Pinggui pushed the door and walked out angrily.

"He, he, he...... How can he be like this, me, me, me...... I'm not the same...... Deliberately," Gu Xiaofan looked aggrieved.

"Negative emotions from Liu Pinggui +200, Yang Wei +30, Ma Dayun +100......"

"Please, don't say it," Liu Pinggui yelled outside, and walked away.

"I, I, I...... I'm really not the old one...... Deliberately, he he...... His temper wife...... It's too bad," Gu Xiaofan said and looked at the others.

"Negative emotions from Yang Wei +30, Ma Dayun +150, Song Gangmeng +80......"

Except for Han Boda, the rest of the people in this room couldn't stand it anymore.

Listening to Gu Xiaofan speak, it was so uncomfortable, I felt that there was always a breath in my chest, torturing the dead.

"Calvary ...... Ladies and gentlemen......

This time, Gu Xiaofan hadn't finished speaking, and after seven or eight people contributed a sum of negative emotions, they slipped away in the name of urine.

There were only three people left in the room, Gu Xiaofan, Han Boda, and one other person.

Gu Xiaofan stammered again, wanting to see what the other person was called.

"Negative emotions from Yang Wei +30."

Gu Xiaofan flipped through the income records, and was surprised to find that this guy named Yang Wei was really good.

Other people's negative emotions are gradually increasing, but he has always been 30, very stable, and stable as a rock.

"Two by two...... Two big brothers, you and you...... You two are good people, no, no, no...... Unlike them, Mrs. ...... It's too unsophisticated," Gu Xiaofan said indignantly.

"Negative emotions from Yang Wei +30."

Yang Wei glanced at Gu Xiaofan, did not speak, and left silently.

And Han Boda smiled and fell asleep.

Gu Xiaofan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, such a way of speaking, let alone someone else, even he himself was about to be suffocated.

However, suffocating people is suffocating, but it is really effective, and in such a short time, it actually received the negative emotions of Xiao Sanqian.

It seems that this method is worthy of promotion among the vast number of people collecting sources, and it must be vigorously promoted.

In the next half month, the fifty or sixty people in the mine where Gu Xiaofan was located experienced the fear of being dominated by stammering chatter.

That kind of heaviness, that kind of depression, that kind of depression, so that as soon as they saw Gu Xiaofan, they continued to contribute negative emotions.

And Gu Xiaofan is mixed, the joy is that in just half a month, he has saved more than 60,000 negative emotions.

The worry is that he has now shown signs of stammering, and if he continues like this, he will definitely be on the road of stammering, and there will be no turning back.

"Sixty bottles of Baicao liquid should be enough," Gu Xiaofan stopped at the right time, not wanting to make himself really stutter.

A few days later, it was another day off, and he went down the mine alone while no one was paying attention.

There is a waste tunnel in the mine, and because there is no source, few people come here.

For Gu Xiaofan, this waste road is indeed an excellent place to open up the sea of bitterness.

Drinking twenty bottles of Baicao liquid in one go, Gu Xiaofan felt the essence in his veins boiling and boiling, sat cross-legged, and began to run the mystical method in the Taoist Sutra, impacting the sea of bitterness.

The wheel of life spun rapidly, and the divine power inside gushed out, knocking on the sea of suffering.

After a quarter of an hour, Gu Xiaofan opened his eyes and muttered, "No, it's not enough!" ”

Like a beer on a wine table, bottle after bottle is poured into the stomach.

If those disciples saw this scene, their jaws would probably drop.

A disciple who has just practiced can die of pain when he drinks two or three bottles.

And like Gu Xiaofan, in just half an hour, he killed sixty bottles of Baicao liquid, which was like committing suicide.

At this moment, Gu Xiaofan was hot all over, and began to sweat violently, and there was a tearing pain in his navel.

He gritted his teeth, and as soon as Fang ran the Xuanfa, a roaring thunder erupted from the bitter sea.

I saw that his sea of bitterness instantly turned into a sea of thunder and lightning, the lightning flashed, the thunder was surging, and the purple rays were released, blazing and incomparable, dyeing the waste road purple.

Listening to the thunder that could almost pierce the eardrum in the sea of bitterness, he still sat there cross-legged, silently running the Dao Sutra, letting the thunder waves rage and the purple lightning danced.

It took a full hour for the thunder to subside, but it did not dissipate.

"My sea of suffering doesn't seem to be the same as what Master said......"

Gu Xiaofan frowned, the sea of suffering of ordinary monks was lifeless, without any fluctuations.

And his sea of bitterness was lightning and thunder, purple and purple, more like a thunder sea.

"Forget it, let's ask Master when I dream of him one day, but it seems that I haven't dreamed of him for a long time."

Gu Xiaofan began to wonder if his cheap master would think he was too stupid and ran away.

However, it doesn't matter if you run away, the beginning of the Dao Sutra is enough to cultivate the Wheel Sea Secret Realm.

As for the secret realm of the Dao Palace, there are many exercises in the world, and you can always find a suitable one.

Opened up the sea of suffering, Gu Xiaofan can be regarded as crossing the threshold and becoming a real monk.

He was in a good mood, and when he clicked on the negative emotion income record, he found that those source collectors who had been controlled by him were still contributing to his cultivation cause.

"Why are those people's hearts so small, especially Liu Pinggui, I haven't held him back for a long time, why does he still have grudges now, how much grudge does this person have......"

Gu Xiaofan walked out of the waste road and returned to the well, and when everyone saw him, it was like a ghost and scattered.

"Forehead ......"

Gu Xiaofan was a little speechless, he was going to wash his hands in a golden basin, why are these people still like this?

In the final analysis, it is still the same sentence, the folk customs here are not simple!

In the next month, Gu Xiaofan's cheap master still didn't show up, and he could only dig the source and cultivate at the same time.

Because of the stuttering incident, almost everyone was reluctant to share a mine with him, which made it convenient for him.

One day, he dug the source as usual, and after smashing a few boulders, the bitter sea seemed to sense something, and it actually let out a cheerful thunderous sound.