Chapter 1 Proficiency Panel is here

Qingyun Domain, Lianyun City, Ningfu.

Dongfang Weixi.

Chen Ping lay on the stiff wooden bed, pillowing his hands behind his head, through the window, staring blankly at the water droplets on the eaves, revealing the remaining cold air just after the middle of winter.

Before dawn, he was sleepless.

He is not from this world.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary otaku. He never wanted to play a game all night. He fell asleep under extreme fatigue. When he woke up, he had already traveled here.

This is a world of gods and monsters that everyone advocates cultivating immortals, with many sects and demons rampant.

Danger is everywhere.

All things are inferior, but only those who practice immortality are of high quality.

Very lucky.

It seems that dead people are the most common thing.

"Xu not many, I'll go to the pharmacy assistant today."

"Everyone, get up, get up. Manager Wang notified the Outer Hall to gather. Friends, please hurry up, don't delay." A rude sound of slapping the door came out, interrupting Chen Ping's thoughts.

They are all gamblers in life.

"Chen Ping, Ding Liu, and the two of you are not allowed to take leave in the past two days. There will be a very important task in three days. You can prepare for it and accumulate strength."

As for whether six or seven people can sleep, Chen Ping can't remember it, because the high mortality rate makes people float very frequently. It is very likely that seven people today and six people tomorrow.

There are as many practitioners here as college students in the imperial capital in Chen Ping's later generations.

Chen Ping smiled and said nothing.

Usually, more than ten early Qi training cultivators may be besieged by a first-level monster, but they may not be able to take it down.

[Name: Chen Ping.]

But how can I choose?

The closest to Lianyun City is the tall Qingyun Sect, but his age and cultivation have long determined that this path cannot be understood. Qingyun Sect never accepts disciples of Qi training cultivators over the age of twenty.

The panel is a translucent piece of light and shadow.

Many tasks are too dangerous and there is no choice for tasks, so maybe one day they will die of a bad life.

The light curtain panel is very simple, just like the game panels in later generations, with only a few lines of vigorous text on it:

How do casual cultivators make a living in Lianyun City?

My colleague was stunned for a moment:

"I haven't seen you cherish your life so much before? How can you earn resources if you don't go out to do tasks?"

Bald.

"Manager Wang..." The fellow Taoist thought that Manager Wang didn't hear it.

Because of the high income.

Chen Ping smiled and said:

The remuneration of the servants' resources is also distributed according to their work.

[Technique: Eternal Qing Gong (Introduction): 16/100.]

Chen Ping smiled self-deprecatingly and continued to explore the panel.

very nice.

After taking over the task, Chen Ping did not talk much with others, so he went to the kitchen and helped out with his colleagues.

After all, I have traveled through time, so what's impossible to bring a game panel?

It's just this life span

Seventy-one years old.

None of them has reached the average lifespan of later generations.

Chen Ping felt relieved.

First-level monster.

"Manager Wang, I heard that the hunting beast team led by Team Liu came back in the middle of the night yesterday. Why didn't I see fellow Taoist Xiao Fan and Xiao?"

this.

Is it a golden finger?

He is alone in this world without relatives and no reason. Although his cultivation is a little lower, wealthy families still like such servants. If something happens, they can get rid of things and get rid of them. There is no need to pay compensation, no need to eat a mat, and there is no follow-up trouble.

really.

The panel has no other features, no hidden copy or extension functions.

Because of this, as a miserable scattered cultivator, he became a servant of Ning Mansion a few years ago, trying to gain some cultivation resources.

But, there is no future.

This servant's money is not easy to get.

With one knife, a light curtain appeared in front of him. He subconsciously grabbed it, but ended up being caught.

The panel does not exist all the time, but can be mobilized by his thoughts and the panel can be released by his intentions.

Chen Ping was overjoyed.

Another one died.

I was thinking about what to do next?

You can't be a servant here all the time, right?

The risk factor is too high.

I will never be able to build a foundation in this life.

Although the mission of going out is dangerous, all practitioners are rushing to do it.

The words contain the word "sad" but the tone is light.

After finishing the first group of tasks, maybe I didn’t see my friend, a monk asked:

"In the past three days, I'll help you to get rid of the beast in the mansion."

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It's a pity.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping accelerated the dissection.

This is one of the courtyards for servants to live in. There were six or seven people sleeping in it. Not to mention the various sounds that were rising and falling at night, just the sour smell in the air that was useless to even the cleaning talisman, which was enough for people to drink a pot.

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat.

He is already twenty-two years old and is still a cultivator at the first level of Qi training. Such qualifications have made major sects close the doors and windows to him long ago.

[Realm: Qi training (first level): 25/100.]

He is a young wave and has been photographed to death on the beach.

"Zhang Da'er, you are ready. Team Wang is planning a beast hunting operation together. You go and help."

There is a paragraph of text burned after reading the text below the panel to explain the fonts that appear, allowing Chen Ping to understand the properties of the panel.

"It's great, at least you don't have to go out and take risks."

There are mortals in this city, but more are cultivators, who are random cultivators who are looking forward to entering Qingyun Sect or being eliminated by the sect.

‘When will this fucking life end?’

Can't communicate.

Outer Hall.

Cultivators are not worth much in Lianyun City, so they also need to do miscellaneous work.

Manager Wang looked up and interrupted:

"The beast hunting team led by Team Liu did return in the middle of the night last night, but unfortunately the losses were heavy and two monks died, so fellow Taoist Xiao was among them."

[Spell: Nine Swords of Breeze (One Stand): 218/1000.]

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In addition, Chen Ping really didn't know what other cities there were outside Lianyun City, which exceeded his cognition.

Thinking about it, Chen Ping soon arrived at the kitchen outside yard and withdrew his thoughts. What caught his eye was a huge monster.

It would be good to die two this time.
To be continued...