Yan Kingdom, Qingfeng Town, is under the jurisdiction of the Spiritual Void Cave Heaven.

There is Qingfeng Mountain next to Qingfeng Town, there are fierce beasts, and few people have set foot on it, and at this time, Mo Ling is in it.

At this time, Mo Ling's face was more childish, and his slightly cold eyebrows were covered, making him look heroic; The corners of his mouth were covered with a layer of fluff, and it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who had eaten the divine fruit in the Ancient Forbidden Land that had exerted its medicinal effect, making him four years younger, but fortunately, he only took one pill, otherwise he would have become an eleven or twelve-year-old child like Ye Fan, causing inconvenience!

It had been five days since he left the Ancient Forbidden Land, and after saying goodbye to Ye Fan and the others, Mo Ling ran wildly, avoided the powerhouses of the Six Great Caves, and came to Qingfeng Mountain.

In fact, Mo Ling had already considered it in the Nine Dragons Coffin, if there was no system, then he would not hesitate to join the Spirit Void Cave Heaven, and then take the path of shaking the Holy Land.

In the world of cultivating immortals, if there are no resources, it will be difficult to move forward, it is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family, and it is difficult to achieve success in scattered cultivation, after all, there is only one example of a ruthless person in the world.

But he has a system, there are exercises, the source has strengthened his physique, the source is not expensive, and the current malicious value is enough for him to get through the difficulties in the early stage.

Qingfeng Mountain, in a cave, faintly emitted fluctuations, and at a certain moment, a burst of violent white light rushed out of the cave, and the strong aura startled the surrounding beasts to flee in all directions.

It took a day, with the help of the Divine Spring and the Divine Fruit, Mo Ling finally succeeded in opening up the Sea of Bitterness and stepped into the threshold of cultivating immortals.

Even though Mo Ling knew that this was an inevitable result, he couldn't help but feel agitated at this time, after all, a week ago, he was just a small security guard, and cultivation only existed in imagination.

The mood quickly calmed down, Mo Ling closed his eyes again, and began to stabilize the realm according to the exercises.

In the interior scene, a milky white halo the size of a grain of rice gradually stabilizes, and a trickle of divine power flows from the meridians to all parts of the body.

This is his sea of suffering, only the size of a grain of rice, and his divine power is pitiful.

In the covering of the sky, there is Tianjiao to open up the sea of bitterness, it is like a river and sea, the divine power is turbulent, endless, compared with them, Mo Ling's sea of bitterness is like a bright moon in the fireflies, it is difficult to compete for glory.

In this regard, Mo Ling is not discouraged, the sea of bitterness can still grow, cultivation is not a 100-meter sprint, but a marathon, only standing in the end is the winner, he is confident to become the final winner.

Walking out of the cave, looking at the blue sky, looking at the undulating mountains, the corners of Mo Ling's mouth raised slightly, the journey of thousands of miles starts from this moment!

"Roar~~"

The ground began to shake, and the ancient trees in the distance collapsed one after another, and after a while, a tall wild boar entered Mo Ling's field of vision.

The sharp fangs shone in the sunlight, and the body like a city wall was wrapped in a thick layer of armor, shiny and shiny, and a faint fluctuation of divine power could be felt from a distance.

This is a demon beast, but anyone who cultivates divine power cannot be called a beast, the demon beast has a certain spiritual intelligence, the physical body is strong, and under the same realm, the human race is weak.

And what appeared in front of Mo Ling's eyes was a wild boar, and the mud wrapped in his body was no longer a weak treasure.

Mo Ling's face began to become solemn, and he sighed secretly in his heart: It should be the fluctuations that opened up the sea of bitterness before that attracted its attention, and looking at its menacing appearance, I am afraid it will be difficult to be good.

However, he was not afraid, but was eager to try, this was the first battle since he stepped into the cultivation gate, and he retreated!

With a fixed gaze, Mo Ling rushed towards the pig demon, and the milky white halo circulated in his hand.

In an instant, the two met, there was no earth-shattering movement, Mo Ling's dexterous figure avoided the sharp fangs, and punched the pig demon's head sideways, the pig demon's huge body was deflected, and he fell to the ground, and several thick ancient trees were knocked down by it, while Mo Ling rubbed his arm that was shocked and numb, and scolded secretly:

"It's so hard!"

"Ding, I received 10 malicious points from the pig demon!"

The cold electronic sound sounded, Mo Ling raised his eyebrows, and looked at the pig demon who was shaking his head and getting up again, his eyes gradually playful!

......

At sunset, with a terrible scream, the huge pig demon fell to the ground, out of breath, the surrounding environment was extremely messy, countless giant trees were broken, and a layer of ground was lifted, Mo Ling stood on the messy ground with a disgraced face, looking at the more than two hundred malicious values on the system panel, and laughed heartily.

Originally, Mo Ling could use the Buddha weapon to kill the pig demon within ten moves, but he fought fiercely until the sun set, isn't it just for such a little malicious value, now it seems that he has gained a lot, and this malicious value is enough for him to use it for a while.

Taking advantage of the night, Mo Ling originally planned to accumulate more malicious values in this Qingfeng Mountain, but he didn't think about it, there was only one demon beast in the mountain, the pig demon, and the rest were beasts, so there was no way to give birth to malicious values.

I had no choice but to carry the pig demon into Qingfeng Town, and in exchange for some money, I entered the inn to rest.

Three days later, a small fortune-telling shop quietly opened on the main street of Qingfeng Town, but the inside of the shop was amazing.

Simple, incomparably simple, the store was empty, and on the walls hung a few pieces of runic paper that looked like children's scribbles, and the words on the rune paper were still written with a brush, so that even a seven-year-old child of the governor could see that it was a fake;

There is a small table in front of the store, and signboards are erected on both sides: Divine Clever Calculation Ink Half Immortal, Zhou Yi Qiankun Change Destiny.

Horizontal batch: No money.

This is the whole situation of the small shop, like a joke, giving people a very perfunctory feeling, people who were curious about how to open a new store here, saw this scene, suddenly lost interest, scolded and walked away.

Of course, Mo Ling felt that the reason why these people left was more because of himself.

The corners of the mouth are hairless, and the work is not firm, this is not to say, if you change to an old man with fairy wind and sit down, maybe others will feel that this person is mysterious.

However, Mo Ling opened such a small shop not for business, but for other purposes, and this inspiration was given to him by Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

Fortune teller!

Ink Half Immortal!

What a fucking genius!!

Under the opening of Mo Ling's money, after two days, many people in the town knew about such a strange little shop, among which there were some good people who hunted for curiosity (that is, people who were full of food and had nothing to do), maybe it was pure curiosity, maybe it was hysteria that they thought that there were speculators in the shop, and finally on the third day, Mo Ling's shop ushered in the first customer!

"Hey, boy! Call your elders out, Uncle Ben wants to tell fortunes! ”

A rough-looking man entered the store and shouted at Mo Ling who was lying on the recliner, and his tone was very rushed!

Dahan thought that the kid in front of him was just a miscellaneous man, not the principal, after all, in the hearts of the public, fortune tellers are generally old men with more than half a hundred years of experience.

Mo Ling slowly opened his eyes and looked at the rough man in front of him, with a smile in his eyes.

Very good, this is the leek and wool in his heart, and there is no burden to pick it up.