This person, I don't know.

It looks like a yellow-haired non-mainstream gangster who has been in the immortal capital, his divine sense and sword intent have swept through, and he is a mortal all over his body.

But too close.

Jiang Ding faintly felt a feeling of heaviness like a mountain.

Although I'm in a bad mood right now, I want to find someone to beat me up legally.

But he wisely chose to settle the matter.

"Great Sun Kenko."

Huang Mao didn't give up, and continued: "I told Dinghai at the time that all sword cultivation is an unstable factor and an obstacle to building a harmonious legal society, so I'm telling the truth, right?" ”

Jiang Ding glanced at him.

Didn't say anything.

"I'm different!"

Huang Mao patted his chest and said proudly: "Don't look at me smoking, burning my head, fighting and fighting, but my heart is the color of Xianmen, and my friends on the road recognize it, give me some face." ”

"I'll tell you ......"

He wanted to say something, and the window was lined up for him.

"Li Ritian, it's you again, what crime?"

The little girl at the window looked bad at the window and said angrily.

"Officer, if you fight, you will be imprisoned for six months."

Huang Mao's pride quickly disappeared, nodded his head, and said with a smile.

"Another fight?"

The little girl of the prison guard frowned.

"It's the ones who do it first."

Huang Mao Zhenzhen said: "I am lawful self-defense, and the spirit of the formation said that I defended myself too much, you say, isn't this bullying honest people?" ”

"C-154, honest transformation, come out and be a new person, hurry up."

The little girl didn't bother to pay attention to him and threw out a receipt.

"Yes, yes, I will be honest and reformed, officer, please rest assured."

Huang Mao nodded, took the receipt slip, and walked honestly in the direction of the prison, leaving the window for the next person in line.

After getting out of the sight of the prison guards, he trembled again, straightened his waist, and glanced at Jiang Ding: "I'm busy now, we'll talk later." ”

Everyone around him looked at him.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy,

A yellow-haired non-mainstream young man who is in the flow.

Just look at it and know what's going on.

Many people showed signs of righteous indignation.

"Li Ritian! You also dare to threaten others?!! ”

The little girl of the prison guard had a sharp ear and shouted: "I'm here today, see how you dare to talk?" ”

"Officer! Misunderstand! Nothing happens. ”

Huang Mao's waist shrank and walked away.

Soon, the line arrived in Jiangding.

"Little brother, don't be afraid of this bastard."

"He dared to call the police directly."

Seeing him, the little girl of the prison guard blushed in a flash, her eyes softened a lot, and she comforted.

"By the way, what are you charged with?"

"Is it speeding or drunk driving, you children, don't get along with that kind of bastard, they will take you badly......"

She chattered and tried her best to persuade a lost teenager.

“……”

Jiang Ding's words were paused.

"Illegal use of Divine Soul spells, six months."

"Divine soul spells!"

The little girl of the prison guard changed her expression: "You are a foundation building monk!" ”

The blush on his face quickly disappeared, and he looked at him as if he was looking at a pervert, and said vigilantly: "Senior, cell C-785, you must seriously reform, remember not to do it again in the future." ”

"Okay."

Jiang nodded and picked up the receipt.

Walking around, I came to a cell made of broken steel, ten square in size, with a toilet, a bed, and only a small window, and a square hole in the door for delivering food.

One wall is a bookshelf, and when the divine sense is swept away, there are books such as "The Origin of the First Law of Xianmen", "On the Idea of the Integration of Immortals and Fan", "Regulations on the Administration of Public Security in Xianmen", and "Regulations on the Management of Spells in Xianmen".

There is no aura.

"It's tough."

Jiang Ding sighed, picked up a copy of the spell management regulations, and sat on the bed to look at it.

Life in prison is quite regular.

In the morning, wash up, tidy up housekeeping, eat breakfast, wash dishes, and clean the cell.

Then gather in the playground, enter the factory, start to work, do some foundation building monks can do the formation inscription work, have a break at noon, finish work at half past six in the afternoon, and start studying.

These are the must-dos, strict adherence to prison regulations.

The food is boiled cabbage and pork with little salt.

This kind of day is quite difficult for ordinary mortals.

However, the immortal cultivator's soul and mana far exceeded that of ordinary people, and they slowly got used to it.

There are no prison bullies, prison guards deliberately bully or anything, all aspects are strictly monitored, and there is no room for manipulation.

Time flies,

Six months passed quickly.

Pass the assessment and walk out of the prison gate.

"It's been four years since I last left Qingfeng University."

"We must go to Professor Zhang Junsheng as soon as possible and start a new stage of study."

Jiang Ding thought silently, turned into gray and blue, and flew into the sky.

"Wait!"

A figure appeared in front of him and stopped him, it was the yellow-haired youth: "Let's talk about ...... two more"

Jiang Ding didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he walked around and passed by.

"My name is Li Ritian."

The light flew faster, and nothing happened.

"Others call me the True Monarch of the Destruction of the Sun."

Huang Mao was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "It is the one who was almost hacked to death by the Great Day Sword at the peak of the Yuan Infant, and finally survived, with the Great Day Sword intent on his body." ”

Shout!

The gray-blue light flickered violently, and instantly returned to him.

"Senior Li is good."

Jiang Ding smiled a little flower on his face, nodded and said: "It's really better to be famous than to meet, so graceful and suave, worthy of the unparalleled heroes who returned from the bloody battle with the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and laid the foundation of the realm overlord level for the Immortal Gate, it really makes me and other juniors yearn for it." ”

He looked adoring.

"That's an exaggeration."

Huang Mao instantly felt cold, and he couldn't stand it: "Your sword cultivation is high and cold, and you regard all living beings as ants?" ”

"In front of such a suave senior, who dares to call it magnanimous?"

Jiang Ding said solemnly.

"Yes, yes, that's the truth."

The yellow hair is a little fluttery.

It's simple, but it also depends on who shoots it.

The fart slapped by the sword of the big day, can it be called a sycophant?

He was clearly telling the truth.

"Senpai, the ......"

Jiang Ding said cautiously: "That Great Day Sword Intent, you are useless anyway, why don't you give it to me?" I can take this moment to look up to my predecessors, so as to motivate myself to learn from my predecessors and be a useful person to the Xianmen like my predecessors. ”

"That's not going to work."

The yellow-haired youth replied subconsciously.

"Oh."

Jiang Ding's smile fell.

"Okay, goodbye."

Without hesitation, he turned away and left.

"Wait."

The yellow-haired young man was enjoying it, and hurriedly stopped him: "You don't persuade me anymore?" ”

"How to persuade?"

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes, and said weakly: "The last generation of the Great Day Sword is the peak realm of Yuanying, and he has the strength to transform into a god, so his sword intent is a thing at the level of a god." ”

"I can't afford to sell ten, and I don't owe so much money."

"That's right."

The yellow-haired young man thought about it and felt that it was right.

(End of chapter)