Why did I, a superman, go to cultivate immortals?

Chapter 5 Useless Resistance

Lin Ke couldn't understand what he meant.

But looking at the other party's sincere expression and low enough posture, there is nothing unusual about it, unless this guy is an acting school.

"Then do you know how to use this jade slip?"

Wang Ting took out Lin Ke's jade slip of martial arts from his bosom, and shook it at Kong Cheng.

He felt that there was no point in continuing to argue, so he simply asked directly.

"Don't seniors know the method to use?"

One thing to say, his move really surprised Kong Cheng.

Generally speaking, as long as it is a monk who has entered the road of cultivating immortals, the so-called reading of jade slips is just like opening a paper book to read, it is an instinctive act.

And the current scene is that the senior he thought actually asked him such "low-level questions", which made Kong Cheng feel as if a normal adult would find a baby just born from the mother's womb and ask him how to walk, which is absurd through.

"What generation before? I'm not even seven years old, and I haven't been exposed to such things, so of course I don't know?"

As soon as this remark came out, even though Kong Cheng often handled things with tact, he couldn't help feeling like he was being tricked.

"Senior, don't you need to say such jokes? Although Kong is not good at cultivation and knowledge, he is not the kind of fool who is fooled by others!"

It is a joke that a child over six years old and who has not yet been exposed to the way of cultivating immortals can break away the Gang Qi method of protecting his body with a single punch.

"Compared to my senior brother, I, Kong, can only be regarded as inexperienced in learning, but at least I am also a serious scholar who has been awarded the seal of the great Confucianism and thus formed the foundation of humanity. Don't you hear me playing tricks on me like this? Everyone's Wrath?"

Very inexplicably, Wang Ting felt that the person in front of him was getting more and more angry as he talked, and that Kong Cheng also took advantage of the gap in the conversation to quietly boost his talent a little.

"Accept!"

Hearing a loud shout, Kong Cheng spit out a shining air sword from his mouth in a flash, the sharp sword pierced the air, and flew straight towards the place where he seemed to be in a daze.

A little hasty, but this was the only counterattack he could launch in a short time, and the intention was nothing more than containment.

At the same time when he exhaled the Qi sword, Kong Cheng didn't care about Wang Ting's reaction, he just retreated his body, and at the same time a wolf hair appeared in his hand, he poured his talent into it without hesitation. Going in, I saw that the Langhao brush actually used that talent as food, and produced a few spots of coagulated ink that would not disperse.

It's a pity that he was still a bit slower. Before Kong Cheng could make the next move, Wang Ting quickly approached, and that small and delicate fist was hitting the other half of the guy's face.

"How could it be so fast?!"

Before he could shake the wolf hair and use his supernatural powers, Peiran's huge force spread to his whole body along with that half of his face, and the wolf hair that he was holding in his hand disappeared because the overall supply of talent was interrupted.

This time Wang Ting has put in more effort. Should I say it or not, this immortal cultivator is indeed much thicker and thicker than ordinary people. Already died on the spot.

As a direct result of adding force, Kong Cheng was successfully beaten into a coma by him.

"It's really hard to listen to people,"

The rhythm of things did not develop as he expected, and Wang Ting would inevitably sigh, but he completely forgot the fact that he had punched the other party just after they met.

Now that the person has passed out, he has no choice but to return empty-handed and feels unwilling, so he simply "makes do" in Kong Cheng's big house for the whole night.

To be honest, this Kong Cheng is not very capable, but the place he lives in is quite luxurious. Now that Wang Ting has time to take a closer look at the interior of his hall, looking at the magnificent appearance, before comparing himself with the one in Dajiao Village Suddenly, a sour air surged into my heart.

Sitting cross-legged on a comfortable chair, Wang Ting didn't even think about moving a seat for Kong Cheng. He yawned while admiring the freshly baked pig's head lying on his back.

The quiet night can indeed lead people to sleep well. Because of his superhuman blood, Wang Ting doesn't feel tired physically, but he just feels that it's time to go to bed at this time, and he naturally feels sleepy in his mind. meaning.

But he wasn't big enough to go to bed at this time. Although he had almost figured out Kong Cheng's reality from the confrontation just now, but he was a monk after all, who knows what weird things this guy has.

That is to say, he didn't give it a chance, otherwise, who knows that the wolf that he didn't know where it came from would have no effect.

Thinking of this, Wang Ting's eyes rolled around, but after looking at Kong Cheng, who was lying dead on the ground, he shook his head and drove out the thoughts that had just appeared in his mind.

"Even if I got that thing, I don't think I'll be able to use it. After all, I need his help for something, so there's no need to overdo it."

Wang Ting was thinking in his heart, but not long after, Kong Cheng who was lying on the ground frowned, groaned on the ground, and then woke up slowly and turned around.

He only felt that his head was taken away by the beast guarding the mountain from Jixia Academy, and then it kept churning in the stomach, and the cheeks on both sides were still exuding burning pain. The next moment, he reacted.

"I'm not dead?"

He looked a little surprised, then he glanced around the room, and finally locked on Wang Ting who was sitting on a chair bored.

Swallowing, he didn't have any intention of resisting this time, and there was no other reason, because even if this yellow-mouthed kid stunned him, it was obvious that he hadn't exerted all his strength. , Thinking about it, it's just asking for humiliation.

Although he had just acquired some special characteristics of a scholar, after he realized it, he still felt that life was very important and could not be discarded casually.

Sighing imperceptibly, Kong Cheng barely stood up from the ground, ignoring his dust-stained robe, and cautiously leaned towards Wang Ting.

"This...little brother, this jade slip is not a difficult model for me, it's just that I don't know it."

Although I still don't think Wang Ting is really just a six-and-a-half-year-old child, but since the other party insists, I don't have to go against his will, and although the other party's needs are strange, I can indeed help.

"Don't talk nonsense, just give me a solution."

Wang Ting interrupted with a wave of his hand, he was not interested in twists and turns, he just wanted to know the answer.

"Yes, this jade slip is actually a reading device specially made by monks. If a normal monk only needs to probe inside with something like true energy, the information recorded in it will naturally emerge in front of his eyes."

"I haven't practiced before, what should I do without this thing?"

"That way is naturally available."

Kong Cheng only thinks that Wang Ting is the kind of monk who only cultivates the physical body, so he naturally has a way to deal with the matter of true energy.

"Say it!"

Hearing this, Wang Ting immediately put on an impatient look.

(End of this chapter)