God-level Punishment System

"So you all look down on this big brother."

I have to say that in this dialectical thinking, Chen Sheng does have his own set. Ye Qiang and the group are not his opponents at all.

Originally, Ye Qiang and Tang Que were using the identities of handymen and their encounters with Chen Sheng to trample on Chen Sheng with dignity.

Intentionally humiliating Chen Sheng.

If Chen Sheng is angry, then it represents their humiliation and success.

If Chen Sheng is anxious, then it means their humiliation has worked.

On the contrary, if Chen Sheng's performance is calm and calm, it will give them a feeling of hitting the cotton with a fist, and it will make them feel very uncomfortable.

This is a question of emotional intelligence and speaking skills.

It's like someone bullying the weak and taunting maliciously, "You're so sick."

Not only did you not get angry, but shrugged with a smile, and replied, "Really? Thank you for the compliment. It seems that I haven't done well enough, and I haven't disgusted you."

The other party was afraid that he would choke to death in one breath.

Ye Qiang and Tang Que wanted to humiliate Chen Sheng, but Chen Sheng not only didn't care, but instead brought them all together.

Who is the big brother?

It is Xiao Che.

Who is Xiao Che?

The powerhouse of refining the gods!

Are Tang Que and Ye Qiang really not interested in the dinner party?

of course not!

They were already happy and terrified just after receiving an invitation and being able to meet this big brother for a while!

Besides, even if they are really not interested, do they dare not go?

Chen Sheng's words are simply trying to scare their guts.

"You, you...you only have a sharp tongue!" Tang Que pointed at Chen Sheng and yelled angrily, but deliberately put aside Chen Sheng's questioning and did not dare to talk about the big brother. This name is taboo.

Chen Sheng looked at him like a idiot, and suddenly grabbed the broomstick and walked towards Tang Que, and said as he walked, "I really want to say something better than your idiot, but if you say I only have a sharp tongue, then I will Not satisfied."

"You should have been in the sect for more than a year, right? According to the rules of Ningyun Sect, if I don’t want to be a waiter at the dinner tonight, it seems that if I challenge you now and then defeat you, I can become an official disciple. Going to the dinner party."

"Well, yes, it seems quite simple." Chen Sheng grabbed the broom, smiled and continued to walk towards Tang Que, "How do you think we are playing here?"

Tang Que shook his face and choked up, "I still have to prepare for the dinner tonight. I don't have time to accompany you here."

After speaking, he couldn't take care of Ye Qiang and the others. He turned around and just didn't care about his injuries, and fled here embarrassed.

Tang Que ran away. Although Ye Qiang was unwilling, they were scared by Chen Sheng. They left a few ruthless words and disappeared.

Watching the few people disappear, a coldness appeared on Chen Sheng's smiling face.

These people deceive him, and he will make the other party pay the price.

...

Sweeping the steps as usual, went to the valley, in front of Old Mo, calmly absorbed a wisp of purple energy into his body, after some refining, Chen Shengyou woke up.

These days, he has absorbed a wisp of purple energy into his body every day, and his whole body's physique has also changed significantly for many consecutive days.

The most obvious place is that he can feel that the affinity between his body and the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth is increasing rapidly.

In the past, although the spiritual power of heaven and earth could be sensed by him, they were always separated by a layer of yarn that could not be seen or touched.

Always inaccessible.

But as the purple qi entered the body, Chen Sheng felt that the spiritual power of the world around him seemed to be approaching him autonomously.

In fact, this is a manifestation of cultivation qualifications.

The degree of affinity with spiritual power largely determines the speed of cultivation.

This kind of affinity is not obvious enough in the early stage. In the later stage, when the cultivator can directly refine the spiritual power of the heaven and the earth into the body, it will be completely reflected, and the gap between the cultivators of different aptitudes , Zoomed in again.

Chen Sheng was in the Forest of Thousand Coffins before, on a special day in February when the two dragons raised their heads. The purple qi almost condensed into substance, gurgling into the body, in an endless stream.

At that time, the purple qi absorbed into the body, apart from helping him to induce the purple qi in the sky, was always hidden in his body. It was never stimulated and did not play the huge role that it should have.

"Very good," Mr. Mo was very patient. After Chen Sheng completely finished his cultivation, he nodded and asked for the first time, "Several days have passed. How far have you controlled the spirit pen?"

Chen Sheng scratched his head awkwardly. From his point of view, even Lao Mo couldn't help asking. He must have felt that he had spent enough time and should completely control the spirit pen.

However, I don’t know if it’s because of his distraction in cultivating Immortal Flying Sword. Over the past few days, his control of the spirit pen has not been able to reach the level of 100% control. Now that Mr. Mo mentioned it, he suddenly felt ashamed. .

Even on the face, some shameful red appeared.

"Master Mo, the disciple is dull, and ashamed to teach himself to his father, for a few days, he has not been able to thoroughly control the spirit pen to the extent he wants."

After Chen Sheng said a little ashamed, he took out the magic pen from his arms and walked to the side of the mountain spring.

Although he was ashamed, he was not a stubborn person. He knew that it was Lao Mo who wanted to display the results of his cultivation intuitively.

Holding the spirit pen in his right hand, the five fingers naturally formed the correct posture to hold the pen, and the feeling of Chen Sheng's whole body suddenly changed.

His flushed face and shameful eyes disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there are cold facial features and solemn eyes. At this moment, everything around it seems to have nothing to do with him. Any change in anything or any sound can hardly affect him.

Even when he cultivated into concentration, Chen Sheng couldn't do it so fast, so firm, and so accurate.

However, he didn't realize this, or he didn't care about it.

After all, apart from seeing Mr. Mo painting, he has never seen any other real painter paint.

As for the old painter in Chenjiacun, I really can't compare his three-legged cat's incompetence.

Father, like son.

Mo Lao's casual expression quickly converged, his eyes blooming with divine light, staring at Chen Sheng's every move.

Chen Sheng's wrist, like a machine, fell as steady as a mountain.

The spiritual power in his body passed through the meridians of his arm into the spirit pen that was in contact with his palm. The hair of the spirit pen, one after another, stretched out as if being blown by the breeze.

Soft and orderly.

Snapped.

An inaudible sound of water sounded, and the spirit pen entered the water, and the water droplets touched the hair. The water droplets wanted to come up. Chen Sheng controlled the hair with his spiritual power, but it was suppressing the rolling of the water droplets.

Within a whole breath, except for the tip of the spirit pen being a little wet, there was no excess water.

After a breath, Chen Sheng's arm shook slightly, and the spirit pen was wet for three minutes. After another breath, his arm shook slightly, and the spirit pen was wet for seven minutes.

At this point, Old Mo's eyes were already astonished.

However, Chen Sheng's movements did not stop, his five fingers rubbed lightly, and the spirit pen turned slightly, approaching Jiufen moistly.