Ning Nan's shot in the mine soon spread throughout the miscellaneous courtyard.

While many miscellaneous disciples were frightened, some people thought that a tuberculosis ghost who was about to catch for a long time was not worthy of their attention at all.

And Feng Bo, as another protagonist who was beaten up in the rumors of Ning Nan's shot, has been quite sad recently.

There are always people pointing at him, and it seems that he was beaten by such a waste who has cultivated to nothing in Ningnan, and he is incompetent.

But only Feng Bo knew that Na Ningnan had not been completely abolished at all, and at least some of his strength was retained.

But he deliberately didn't say it.

Didn't you say I'm a waste, well, why don't you give it a try?

Feng Bo had a rather dark thought in his heart.

That is, as long as he is beaten by Ning Nan, naturally no one will say that he is incompetent or a waste.

When he thought about what happened after that, he was inexplicably a little excited and excited.

And there is no fear that this will not happen.

Because he knew that those guys who cultivated on their own would have to confront Ning Nan sooner or later, and the reason was very simple, it was because of Ning Nan's previous identity.

Outer disciples!

Outer disciples, what a noble status, most of these miscellaneous disciples have no way to become outer disciples in their lifetimes.

It was precisely because they could not achieve it that the envy and jealousy of these miscellaneous disciples for their outer disciples gradually evolved into a deformed emotion.

On the surface, he was respectful, but behind his back, he was desperately arranging those outer disciples, yellow, white and red, and secretly obscene in all kinds of things.

This situation might have lasted forever if it hadn't been for the appearance of Ningnan, a guy who was relegated from the outer gate to a miscellaneous servant.

The appearance of Ning Nan made the eyes of many miscellaneous disciples focus on him.

Just imagine, a fairy who has been thinking about her own heart but never dares to stare at it suddenly falls into the dust, and the powerful strength of the past disappears, leaving only Chu Chu moving.

Who can endure his temperament and continue to pretend to be a saint?

In the eyes of these miscellaneous disciples, Ning Nan is undoubtedly such a fragrant glutton.

As long as they step on Ningnan, they can get great psychological satisfaction.

It's like comforting yourself, what is an outer disciple, and what about being a handyman for a lifetime?

I stepped on Ning Nan's foot today, and when I saw other outer disciples in the future, I would be able to walk with my head held high.

Most of the miscellaneous disciples who were about to make a move undoubtedly had such thoughts.

venting his own requests but not being able to, making excuses for his cowardice and incompetence, and saying that grapes are sour when he can't eat grapes.

Feng Bo, I can see them too clearly.

And on Ning Nan's side, because he showed his strength, there were a lot fewer strange eyes around him for a while.

Of course, as always, no one approached him, and he himself did not bother to be in the company of these miscellaneous disciples.

People who have seen the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain still care about the flies at the foot of the mountain?

Everyday life is still simple and boring.

After figuring out the method of using the meridians to absorb the spirit, after the actual combat test, Ning Nan felt more and more feasible, so he simply planned to take a walk along this road first.

The days passed quickly.

Today is the time when the Miscellaneous Service House distributes its cultivation resources every month.

The cultivation resources distributed by the Yunfu Sect to the miscellaneous disciples were not many, and Ning Nan didn't look down on them at all before.

In addition, when he was in the outer gate, he was quite full of resources, and he saved a lot, which was enough, so he never received his own cultivation resources.

However, in the past few days, because Ning Nan tried the meridian path to absorb the spirit, the cultivation resources on his body were consumed quite quickly, of course, most of them were wasted.

The only thing that comforted him was that fortunately, there was still a little progress, at least his complexion was much better.

The resources on his body were exhausted, and Ning Nan began to think about receiving all the resources that he hadn't received before.

The cultivation resources of those miscellaneous disciples were not a good thing, and the only thing that Ning Nan wanted was actually the spiritual spring.

Lingquan is not as good as the elixir, and it is not as good as the elixir, but it is mild, not extreme.

Whether it is the medicinal power or the aura, it is relatively moderate, suitable for healing and recuperation, and also suitable for qi cultivation.

This characteristic is undoubtedly very suitable for the situation in Ningnan's body.

He needs to cultivate, and he needs to heal.

The spiritual sea was destroyed, and the possibility of wanting to reopen a new spiritual sea is almost zero.

Because he was going to collect resources, Ning Nan left the mine early in the morning.

On his body, he still has the same white robe, but it is much dirtier.

The laceration on the back was even more crookedly sewn with needles and threads.

The needlework, after sewing it out, looked like a huge and hideous scar, ugly and tight.

But Ning Nan didn't care.

Slowly walked towards the distribution hall of the miscellaneous service house.

It is a place dedicated to the distribution of cultivation resources, and on this day of every month, early in the morning, there is a long queue.

Not for anything else, just for the precious resources of cultivation.

Compared with the wealth and generosity of the outer disciples and the inner disciples, the miscellaneous disciples of the Yunfu Sect are undoubtedly very miserable.

They can create eighty percent of the sect's cultivation resources on weekdays, whether it is spirit stones, elixirs, or all the rest, it is basically the content of their daily labor.

But with so many contributions, their group of miscellaneous disciples who were more than all the other disciples of the sect combined, but the resources allocated each month accounted for less than thirty percent.

Thirty percent, tens of thousands of people divided equally.

This ratio is enough to see the bleak days of the miscellaneous disciples.

Therefore, every month on the day of the distribution of cultivation resources, everyone started to line up as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they began to line up for a long time.

After all, every miscellaneous disciple has a dream in his heart, that is, to enter the realm of refining the body and become an outer disciple.

As long as you become an outer disciple, you can concentrate on cultivation from now on, you don't need to work hard, you don't need to rest in a room with your sweaty classmates, and you don't need to fight you to death for a cup of spiritual spring.

Every miscellaneous disciple has such a dream.

The realization of this dream requires the assistance of spiritual resources.

Someone once said that everyone's talents are about the same, so why are some people leading and some falling behind on the same starting line? It is because of the cultivation resources.

It's just a pig, and if you don't want to kill it, you can pile up a genius.

There are too many people, and the difference is not talent, but resources.

These remarks can be said to have reached the hearts of most people, and in the world, the degree of pursuit of resources is slowly rising.

Up to now, for a cup of spiritual spring, most people can be red-eyed and desperate, in their words, this is not a cup of spiritual spring, but the strength, status, and cultivation resources for the rest of their lives!

As the saying goes, one step ahead, step by step.

Nothing more.