Waste Synthesis: Starting from Picking Up Garbage to Become Immortal

In the captain's room of the Yunxiao warship, a bearded monk of the quasi-earth realm of martial arts was drinking strong liquor and listening to the report of his subordinates.

"What, Yan Ruyu found a person with the ninth-grade talent of the True Spirit? Damn, you won't really let her enter the ancient cave heaven, sublimate against adversity, and advance to the earth realm!"

"That won't do. She is the lover appointed by the young master Li Wen of the Fire Clan. If she really lets her sublimate against adversity, how much loss will our Yan family suffer!"

"It just so happens that Song Tianming made trouble on the warship before, I can take him at will!"

The bearded monk's name is Yan Ning. He is a chess piece planted by the thousand-year-old giant family-the Yan family in the northern cultivation world of the Qiongbei Region, and he is also the supervisor of Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ning's lineage can count on using Yan Ruyu to please Li Wen, the son of another thousand-year-old giant family-the Fire Clan. Yan Ruyu must not be allowed to advance to the earth realm.

Bang!

Yan Ning smashed the wine jar in his hand, opened the cabin door drunkenly, and walked towards the direction of Song Tianming.

In the VIP cabin, Song Tianming closed his eyes and rested, constantly exploring the Yaoxing Fist in his sea of ​​consciousness.

At this time, Yan Ning slammed the door in, reeking of alcohol, and with a large range of motion, he directly crushed the door of the VIP cabin.

The cultivators in the VIP cabin all looked at Yan Ning with displeasure, but when they saw Yan Ning's true face, they all shrank their heads and kept silent.

Yan Ning was a well-known troublemaker in Yunshan Chongcheng. He would cause trouble everywhere after drinking and act crazy. But he was too strong, and few people were his opponents.

Even the top century-old families such as the He family and the Mo family had many masters beaten by Yan Ning, and they dared not mention a word afterwards, and all of them swallowed their broken teeth.

This was of course not only because Yan Ning's cultivation was at the Quasi-Earth Realm of Martial Arts, but also because he came from the Yan family, a thousand-year-old giant family that was stronger than the Dengtian Sect.

"Who is Song Tianming? Stand up. I will only say it once."

As soon as Yan Ning spoke, the spiritual power was projected, and the air in the entire VIP cabin seemed to condense and become extremely heavy.

Everyone bowed their heads, and no one answered!

Yan Ning was very impatient, and directly grabbed a veteran Xuanjing monk in the first row and said viciously: "Tell me, who is Song Tianming? If you can't give an answer in three seconds, I will throw you out of the cabin!"

The veteran Xuanjing monk's expression changed drastically, and he quickly pointed out Song Tianming's seat.

Yan Ning is a ruthless person, and he will do what he says.

Although the Xuanjing monks have the ability to float for a short time, it is not enough to resist the gravity acceleration brought by the altitude of 10,000 meters.

Once thrown out, they will inevitably turn into a pool of blood mud.

Yan Ning put down the veteran monk in his hand with a snap, and turned his eyes to Song Tianming.

"I'm calling you, can't you hear me? Are you deaf?"

Yan Ning looked fierce, staggering towards Song Tianming, his body like a mountain, his steps fierce, and the smell of alcohol mixed with spiritual power, the scene was terrifying.

However, Song Tianming was not afraid at all, and stared at Yan Ning, a warrior of the quasi-earth realm, with a steady gaze.

Huh!

Yan Ning didn't say anything nonsense, and directly reached out to grab Song Tianming's neck. Although he was shaking all over, his arms were unusually straight, and he locked Song Tianming tightly, making it impossible to avoid.

Song Tianming's expression condensed, since there was no way to avoid it, there was no need to avoid it.

Bang!

The dark lightning rushed up, and the abyss dragon wrapped around his body. Song Tianming was like a demon god in the prison, rushing upwards, with his fist straight, and the resonance field wrapped around his fist, canceling out Yan Ning's power.

Bang!

Yan Ning's drunken and swaying body was like a mountain, unmoving. Song Tianming was not able to shake it at all, but was shaken back ten steps, and even Song Tianming's arms were numb.

Song Tianming took a breath of cold air. The depth of the Quasi-Earth Realm cultivation was so terrifying that he was defeated by just the most direct fist and foot fight.

The onlookers were amazed. Yan Ning was a powerful cultivator in the Quasi-Earth Realm. There were no more than ten people in the Northern Cultivation World who could defeat him head-on.

Yan Ning faced other people. Let alone Xiu Hai who reached the peak of the Mortal Realm, even the cultivators in the late Profound Realm were not his opponents.

And Song Tianming could actually fight against him and not be defeated by a single move, which was enough to surprise people.

Yan Ning frowned, raised the corners of his mouth, and said lightly: "You are indeed a great man with a supernatural physique of the ninth level of the True Spirit. You are indeed outstanding. In the southern cultivation world where geniuses are born in large numbers, you also have a place. Unfortunately, your background is too poor, your potential is limited, and your stamina is insufficient. It will be difficult for you to even become a cultivator at the Earth Realm level in the future."

Although Yan Ning is a drunkard and a madman, he is not a fool. He has seen many people and can naturally make accurate and vicious evaluations.

Song Tianming stood up and said domineeringly: "Drunkard, do you believe that in three months, I can kill you instantly!"

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Song Tianming was too arrogant. He dared to claim that he could kill Yan Ning, who was at the Quasi-Earth Realm, instantly in three months. It was incredible.

Yan Ning's brows relaxed, he laughed loudly, and said, "Stupid boy, I won't waste my time talking to you. Within ten seconds, if you destroy your extraordinary talent, I will spare your life, otherwise I will throw you down immediately."

As soon as these words came out, the cultivators around him suddenly realized.

Yan Ruyu needed Song Tianming's extraordinary talent.

And Yan Ning was going to destroy Song Tianming's extraordinary talent.

It was obvious that Yan Ruyu and Yan Ning had a fierce conflict, and Song Tianming became a victim.

"Hey, Song Tianming came from a hidden family, and he had the extraordinary talent of the ninth level of the True Spirit. He should have had a promising future, but he got involved in the factional struggle of the Yan family and was destined to fall!"

The surrounding cultivators were sad, as if they were witnessing the burning of a brilliant meteor.

Mo Yuhao, who had originally run to the next cabin, heard that Yan Ning was targeting Song Tianming, and immediately ran up with a smile on his face, feeling happy.

Facing Yan Ning's threat, Song Tianming said lightly: "You want to destroy me? It's not certain who will destroy whom!"

Yan Ning shook her head, and the surrounding cultivators were shaking their heads. Mo Yuhao started laughing wildly.

Song Tianming was too stupid. If he destroyed his qualifications, he could still have a glimmer of hope. If he went to war with Yan Ning, he was doomed to die without a burial place.

Bang!

"Since you don't want to drink the wine, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Yan Ning smiled coldly, and then stepped forward wildly, with a murderous aura. Just the sense of oppression made Song Tianming unable to move.

Song Tianming looked solemn, with his palm on the seven-colored treasure gourd, ready to release the nameless fairy puppet at any time.

However, at this moment, Yan Ruyu stepped forward, her steps were swift, and the long sword in her hand turned, like a hundred flowers withering, petals scattering, and killing in full bloom.

Bang!

Yan Ning's eyebrows were condensed, and her hands triggered the drunken fist mark, and immediately the smell of wine floated, the spiritual light was mixed, and the petals condensed by the sword energy in the sky were shattered.

Yan Ruyu rushed to Song Tianming, her expression was cold, and she said very protectively: "Yan Ning, you dare to touch my guest, do you really think that I dare not kill you because the family asked you to monitor me?"

Yan Ruyu was furious, her hair stood on end, three thousand strands of hair fluttered, and her momentum was overwhelming.