Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

At the same time, Xuan Ziji entered the inner door unimpeded, went to the Pu Ling Realm, and returned to his room.

"Yo!"

He was about to close the door when a sarcastic voice came from the side.

He pretended not to hear and closed the door with a snap.

However, the weird voice showed no sign of stopping and continued to buzz outside.

"Isn't this the shortest potato in the outer yard? Are you back from growing vegetables?"

"Potato, potato, the shortest potato!"

Unable to bear it any longer, a weak sound barrier fell in Xuan Ziji's room.

"Huh? Why is this barrier so fragile?"

"I poke!"

"Bang!" The sound barrier in Xuan Ziji's room was instantly shattered into pieces.

"Oh my, so fragile!"

"Why are you so weak? I didn't even use any strength~"

"Bang!" Xuan Ziji couldn't bear it anymore and opened the door.

He pointed at a black crow sitting on a branch at the door and yelled, "If you yell at me again, I'll pluck out all your feathers!"

"Yo yo yo!" The crow immediately stood up on its two thin legs and twisted around on the branch. "You are so capable! Can you touch even a hair of my grandpa?"

It held onto the branch with its wings and crossed its long, thin legs, looking very arrogant.

"Swoosh!" Xuan Ziji threw a talisman over.

"Sizzle!" The talisman fell on the tree branch, leaving behind a piece of black charcoal.

If you look closely at the tree as a whole, you can see that the entire tree is covered with dark marks, with almost no good spots left.

“Hahaha!” The crow flew up and laughed in the air, “Rookie! Potato rookie! Ha…ga!”

The crow was flying proudly in the air when it was suddenly knocked to the ground by a broken shoe that flew out from the next yard.

Then, a slovenly man with one bare foot squatted on the fence next to the tree. He picked the boogers from his eyes and said, "You are so noisy. If you dare to disturb my sleep again, I will stew you!"

"Puh, puh, puh!" The crow got up from the ground. It didn't know what it was afraid of, and it didn't dare to fly again. It ran out of Xuan Ziji's yard with its thin legs.

"Thank you, senior brother, for helping me deal with this stupid bird." Xuan Ziji nodded to the sloppy man.

"Hmm." The sloppy man moved his eyelids lazily and hummed lightly as a response. After watching Xuan Ziji enter the room and close the door, he shook his head with a look of disappointment.

He jumped off the wall, threw away his other shoe, and walked barefoot, tapping the flying broken shoe with his toes, and the imperial vehicle went crookedly to another yard.

If there is a powerful weapon cultivator here, he will surely find out that the broken shoes this person is controlling are actually ordinary shoes without any spiritual power fluctuations. When one is proficient in controlling weapons to a certain level, not only can one flexibly control magical weapons, but even control all inanimate objects in this world.

And this sloppy man is obviously a man with great attainments in weapon repair.

The sloppy man stopped on his shoes above a spacious yard, then staggered and landed on the roof of a house.

He lay back, stretched himself out like a pancake, and started shouting.

"Brother, I'm hungry!"

"Senior brother!"

...No one responded.

He lay on the roof, gathering spiritual power in his five fingers. With a snap, he dug a tile off the roof, then poked one eye over, "Senior Brother?"

Xie Dengpao, who was taking a bath in the spiritual medicine, could no longer bear it, "If you are hungry, go to the dining hall!"

"The food in the dining hall is not tasty."

"Then what do you want?" Xie Dengpao looked up and glared at him.

"Brother, the spirit beast egg you brought back last time should taste good. Anyway, there is a pink defect on the egg, so it won't be perfect even if it hatches. Why don't you give it to me to roast and eat."

The veins on Xie Dengpao’s forehead throbbed again and again, “It’s gone. I gave it away.”

"What?!" The sloppy man couldn't lie still any longer and rolled over to his feet. "Brother, why did you give it to others and not to me? Am I not your favorite brother?"

Xie Dengpao gritted his teeth and threw a talisman over with a whoosh. "If you have anything to say, wait until I finish my medicinal bath!"

The sloppy man tilted his head to avoid the talisman that flew out from the hole in the opened tile, then grinned, "Brother, your medicinal bath looks good, I want to take a bath too."

"Wu! Ling! Yun!" Xie Dengpao gritted his teeth.

"Okay, okay, I don't need to soak." The sloppy man called Wu Lingyun said with a smile, "But I'm hungry. I know you have something good, brother. Take it out quickly so that I can enjoy a feast!"

Xie Dengpao was so angry that his teeth were clenched. He took out a spiritual medicine from the Qiankun bag beside him and threw it out, "Take it!"

Wu Lingyun took the elixir in his hand and looked at it, his face lit up with joy, "It smells good, it will be delicious if fried, take it to the dining hall and fry it!"

Zhang Yunqing went to the lobby to receive his monthly task. This time the task was to cultivate Lingma grass. Although Lingma grass was a low-level herb, it was needed as a raw material for the refining of many elixirs, especially those for healing injuries.

Therefore, the amount required for the task was not small. This time, five public spiritual fields were used. Zhang Yunqing left the lobby with a bag of medicinal seeds and a cultivation guide.

After sending spiritual words to Xuan Ziji, he went to the dining hall to eat something.

"One bowl of porridge, two steamed buns, and one serving of carrots." She stood in front of the window.

After waiting for a while with no response, she looked down from the window in confusion.

"Eh? No, no, it's too hot..."

"It's smaller again!"

In the not-so-big kitchen, two rows of chefs in chef uniforms stood respectfully. Zhang Yunqing had never seen these chefs appear in such an orderly manner since he arrived.

At the innermost of the crowd, next to the stove, stood a sloppy man and the beautiful girl Hua.

The sloppy man was Wu Lingyun, who was instructing Hua Niang on how to cook a magical medicine. At this time, Hua Niang's brows were frowned and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her head.

"Give me some green onions!" the man shouted.

A scallion was passed from the hands of the chef standing nearby, layer by layer, and finally reached Hua Niang's hands.

Zhang Yunqing was speechless. What kind of person was this? What a grand ceremony. Even a scallion needed so many people to "carry" it?

The tattered outer robe vaguely showed to be the attire of the inner sect. Zhang Yunqing shook her head. With the people from the inner sect here, no one would probably care about her. It seemed that she could only eat whatever she wanted.

She sat in the lobby of the dining hall and took out a portion of braised bamboo shoots from her package.

I bought another pancake.

The braised bamboo shoots are what’s left after upgrading our home yesterday.