Without such annoying things to worry about, Ding Sheng was able to concentrate on his cultivation, and a month passed quickly, day after day.
After this month, the "Golden Elixir Technique" and "Rejuvenation Technique" have improved faster. Obviously there are some benefits to practicing behind closed doors. At least, Ding Sheng cannot spend all his time practicing at home. Above all, after all, people in the secular world are always bound to do some trivial things, nothing like this Tianyuan Sect. Therefore, Ding Sheng felt that staying here for three years was not a bad thing.
As soon as he finished practicing the "Golden Pill Jue", Ding Sheng stood up and packed away the black dragon cauldron and medicinal materials placed on the ground, when the door was suddenly kicked open with a "bang".
Ding Sheng couldn't help frowning and looked around, but he saw Zhang Peng standing at his door with a group of people. At this moment, Zhang Peng swayed in with an arrogant face, and seemed to smell the scent of medicine in the room. He couldn't help but ask: "Hey, what are you doing shutting yourself up in your room all day long? And...why does it smell like medicine here?"
Zhang Peng had asked Li Shen to keep an eye on Ding Sheng every day for the past month, but the final report he received was that Ding Sheng had been staying behind closed doors, rarely going out and making no other changes, so he was very curious and went to visit him personally. After taking a look at what happened, this person was someone the bosses ordered to keep an eye on, and he didn't dare to slack off.
Seeing Zhang Peng come in, Ding Sheng's slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed, and then he smiled slightly and said frankly: "I'm refining the elixir in the room. This should be fine, right?"
"Alchemy?" Zhang Peng looked at Ding Sheng in surprise, then thought about it and said angrily, "You kid is talking nonsense! Are your strength already reaching that of a great martial artist? Otherwise, how can you make alchemy?"
Zhang Peng's question caused the people who followed him to agree with him. Apparently everyone thought that Ding Sheng did not have the strength of a great martial artist. In fact, Ding Sheng did not reach the level of a great martial artist.
"Haha, I'm not talking nonsense. It's up to you to believe it or not." Naturally, Ding Sheng would not tell them the reason. He had no good impression of these people at all, so he didn't want to waste any more time.
"You still dare to quibble?" Zhang Peng saw Ding Sheng's calm demeanor and said angrily, "If you are not talking nonsense, then refine it in front of us!"
Seeing Zhang Peng and his gang advancing aggressively, Ding Sheng couldn't help but feel a little angry. He tolerated the other party again and again, not wanting to waste time outside the sect, but it seemed that the other party didn't appreciate it and kept making things difficult. Just now After a month of calmness, I found myself again.
Thinking of this, Ding Sheng's face turned cold and he said: "Everyone, I don't seem to have to make you believe it, right? It's fine if you believe it, or not!"
Zhang Peng was stunned by Ding Sheng's words, and then he laughed angrily and said: "Hahaha! You are so arrogant! No one in this outer sect dares to talk to this young master! You guys, teach him a lesson and let him He knows who has the final say here!!!"
As soon as Zhang Peng finished speaking, the group of people behind him excitedly pounced on Ding Sheng.