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Chapter 145

The entire second floor was full of spiritual power, and the aftermath of the spell collision blasted in all directions.

The floor and walls of the restaurant lit up with countless array patterns at the same time, and all the defensive formations were activated, but the tables, chairs, dishes, and hanging decorations all suffered.

Jing Yingrong glanced at the two of them and then withdrew her gaze, a spiritual curtain rose from the ground, covering her and the small place where she was sitting.

boom!
The male cultivator was hit by the female cultivator's whip-shaped magic weapon and hit the light curtain. The light curtain remained motionless, and he didn't turn his head back.

Jing Yingrong ignored the fierce battle outside, and continued to discuss the inner sect rules with San Ling.

"The buffer period is still three months. After three months, I will start doing sect missions."

Jijie Pen: "Is it still mandatory?"

Jing Yingrong: "It can be offset with contribution points. I want to try doing tasks."

Jisha Sword: "It's up to you. When can I go abroad?"

"It will be two years after entering the inner gate."

Extreme Flame Bead: "Ah, one year is missing."

Jishajian: "How do you calculate? Isn't it three years less?"

Ji Yanzhu: "Originally it was three years, it was you who made the mistake."

Jisha Sword: "It's been five years. I remember that when the rules were first formulated, Li Chengkong quarreled with them about this. Li Chengkong thought it was too long, and they thought it was too short."

Ji Yanzhu: "But my memory has always been three years."

Jijie Pen: "I also remember it was three years... Mirror, you say."

Jing Yingrong: "At first it was five years, but later it was changed to three years."

Jisha Sword: "Huh? When was it changed? Why don't I know?"

Jing Yingrong: "When you recast and repair the main body."

Before Jishajian could answer, Jijie Pen and Jiyan Orb both expressed surprise.

"Recasting and repairing? You have suffered such serious damage?"

"Who did it? A human cultivator or a monster?"

Extreme Fiend Sword: "It's up to you—"

"I did it." Jing Yingrong interrupted Jishajian neatly.

Extreme Fiend Sword: "Hey!"

Jijie Pen and Jiyan Orb at the same time: "Huh?"

Jing Yingrong: "It challenged me, and I broke its blade."

Extreme Fiend Sword: "..."

Extreme Flame Bead: "Wow!"

Jijie Pen: "Wow-sha, I'm impressed with you."

Jishajian snorted, and changed the subject decisively: "How long are those two juniors going to fight?"

The battle between the two inner disciples was not over yet. Except for the walls, roof and ground that were still intact under the protection of the formation, everything else on the second floor was almost completely destroyed.

The disciples who were eating on the second floor, when the two had just met each other, the one with the lower cultivation level quickly slipped downstairs, while the one with the higher cultivation level used spells to protect his seat and food like Jing Yingrong, and continued to eat. Eating, eating, and chatting are already commonplace and habitual attitudes.

Jijie pen chuckled: "If you disagree with me, you will do it. The daily life of this inner sect has not changed at all."

Jisha Sword: "Can you change the rule that you can't die?"

Jijie Pen: "Give up, it is said that this is the death order of the seven of them unanimously decided, no matter before or after, no one dares to move."

Jisha Sword: "Tsk."

Jijie Pen said again: "The reduction of three years to two years is probably related to the counterattack of evil cultivators and monsters. Speaking of which, if the news of Li Chengkong's death comes out..."

It suddenly fell silent, and the Extreme Fiend Sword and Extreme Flame Orb also fell silent.

Only Jing Yingrong said indifferently: "There will be more things to do."

She ate the food silently, without any change in her expression.

At this time, the next battle finally ended with the defeat of Nanxiu.

Someone who shouted "OK" took the lead in applauding, and the other guests also applauded.

Amidst the warm applause, the female cultivator held the chain whip in her hand, looked down at the male cultivator lying on the ground condescendingly, and said angrily: "I think you have to take care of men, and I think you have to take care of women, are you annoying? Ah? In the future Don't come to me, I'm not interested in you anymore, once you find me, I'll beat you!"

Nan Xiu clutched his wound and sat up slowly. He didn't say anything, but glared at Jing Yingrong.

Mirror Yingrong: "..."

Jijie Pen: "Yeah, it's because of you."

Jing Yingrong: "I am innocent."

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and the shopkeeper and shop assistant of the restaurant appeared together with an inner sect disciple wearing a robe embroidered with the word "Xun".

The shopkeeper gestured to the shop assistant, and the shop assistant held a booklet and began to read:

"The loss of eight cypress and orange wood square tables, 37 Yihua rattan chairs, nine Wendan teapots, and forty porcelain plates... plus the loss of the array, a total of 320 and four contribution points."

The shopkeeper continued: "You two, who will pay?"

The nun couldn't resist saying: "Half to half."

After speaking, he gave half of the compensation amount to the shopkeeper under the watchful eyes of the patrolling disciples.

When the female cultivator went downstairs, everyone heard her lingering anger: "What's the point of talking about love, it's not interesting before you practice! Sister Yu is lying!"

Everyone: "..."

The patrolling disciples turned their attention to the male cultivator.

Nanxiu paid the other half of the contribution points, and limped downstairs under the eyes of everyone.

The shopkeeper cupped his hands to the left and right, and said: "I'm disturbing everyone." Then he politely said to the patrolling disciples: "There is Laotian fellow."

"It's okay, it's a matter of duty." The patrolling disciple replied, and then left.

Jing Yingrong put down her chopsticks.

"Bill, please."

Stepping out of the gate of the restaurant, Jing Yingrong was stopped before taking two steps.

"Junior Sister Mirror."

Jing Yingrong turned around, and a strange man walked towards her, followed by the male disciple who threatened her after getting off the flying boat.

Jing Yingrong: "Who are you?"

The man smiled slightly, and said, "My humble Qiao Yi."

Jing Yingrong: "You know me?"

Qiao Yi said: "I haven't seen it before, but this time only a few people from the outer sect passed the single-person assessment, and Junior Sister Jing is unparalleled in color, so it's hard to guess."

Jing Yingrong nodded and looked at the male disciple behind him.

The wounds on the man's hands had healed without leaving any scars.But when Jing Yingrong looked over, he couldn't help but his face changed slightly, his body trembled, he lowered his head and moved around, trying to use Qiao Yi's body to block himself.

Jing Yingrong withdrew her gaze, looked at Qiao Yi who had a golden core of great perfection, and said, "Are you here to avenge him?"

Qiao Yi was taken aback for a moment, then immediately denied: "No, I'm here to apologize to Junior Sister Jing."

Jing Yingrong: "Apologize?"

Qiao Yi nodded, turned around and grabbed the male disciple and dragged him to the front, saying: "My brother has no eyes, and has caused trouble for you, Junior Sister. I hope Junior Sister will not care about him."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the male disciple with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

The male disciple shook his shoulders, and hurriedly said to Jing Yingrong: "I'm sorry, I lost my head in a hurry to contribute, Master Jing... Miss Jing, please Haihan, don't be as knowledgeable as me."

(End of this chapter)