MTL - Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality-Chapter 35 Did you cook today?

Wanjian Mountain.

Xi Quan was about to go to Wanjian Valley for enlightenment when he received a flying sword.

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Xi Quan frowned.

He took a deep breath.

It's just self-indulgent.

But he wanted to quickly break the mirror and find the spiritual grass of prolonging life, but the master kept making trouble.

Xi Quan was tired, but he still hurried to the sky and headed towards Qiongfeng.

On the sword, he took out three purple smoke incense sticks and lit one.

If the three stalks burn out, he will return to the peak to practice.

Master is willful, he cannot.

He wants to let Master live!

In less than half a column of incense, he saw the slightly deserted hilltop of Qiongfeng from a distance.

"Uncle Mu?" Xi Quan was surprised.

To Dome's Kitchen.

Today, Su Yu is listening to Wei Zhao in a wheelchair reporting his work.

"There are still five days before the next round of competition. Now the juniors and brothers and sisters have returned from the meditation institute. The second round of the third-class peak competition is ready."

Su Yu was sitting on the reclining chair, guarding the stewed soup, and nodded when he heard the words, "I heard you say that every year the presbytery has different topics."

The elders will answer the questions, and the twelve third-class peaks will be answered this time, and the ranking will be determined according to their performance.

Although they are all third-class peaks, the first and the twelfth, the disciples' treatment of spiritual stones and medicinal pills are three or four times different.

This is like a branch under the group. When it wants to apply for renovation, the group always allocates more money to the branch with better performance.

The strong eat the weak, unless you are king!

Su Yu shook on the deck chair.

Wei Zhao glanced at her and continued, "The second round of Nanxun's century-old is all four questions, and the content is decided by the elders of the inspectorate. Before the topic is announced, they will not leave the inspectorate. In half a step, there is no need for jade slips and flying swords to pass the book, so as to keep the topic from leaking."

Su Yu nodded, fair.

"But one of the four questions is the same every year, that is, the disciples in the peak come out together to challenge a fourth-grade monster. Score against actual performance."

Su Yu raised his eyebrows, "Fourth Rank? So you mean we are going to practice in the secret realm now?"

Wei Zhao smiled wryly, "The fourth rank monster is not something I can solve with our combined efforts, it is equivalent to a cultivator of Yuan Ying. The elder does not ask us to kill it, just see which peak performs better. Going to the secret realm, there is no elder to protect the law, it is very dangerous. Usually, the disciples simulate the battle at the peak."

Su Yu suddenly stood up, "Oh, it's equivalent to Nascent Soul, isn't that Elder Zhang?"

Wei Zhao:

"He is at the peak of Nascent Soul, it should be enough for you to practice, right?" Su Yu took out the monster map from the mustard bag, "Well, he is equivalent to the monster at the peak of the fourth rank."

Wei Zhao forgot what he was going to say for a while, and it took a long time to find his voice.

"I originally wanted to ask Senior Brother Qian for help..."

Generally, it is the disciples of the Foundation Establishment who practice with Senior Brother Jindan.

But he was interrupted by Su Yu in the middle of his speech, "Are you looking for Brother Qian's master to practice for you?"

Wei Zhao:

"Isn't that not looking for distance? I don't know him yet." Su Yu waved his hand and immediately rejected his wild attempt to blossom everywhere.

Wei Zhao can't laugh or cry, is it enough to know him?

"Don't be too ambitious, just want two Yuan Ying peaks to spar with in one breath."

Wei Zhao was sweating on the back of his neck, "I don't dare, but Elder Zhang has to go back to guard the formation..."

Before she finished speaking, I heard Zhang Daoren laughing happily, "I'm here, sparring, I can."

Wei Zhao:

Zhang Daoren had already walked to the door of the small kitchen with a smile on his face, "I'm also about to come to you to talk about this, and answering questions recently, I found that your peak disciples have not enough experience, except for Yan Yan, Zhao Ran Their swords are too hesitant. The old man just thought, still need practical guidance."

After he said, he pondered, "I will return to Wanjian Mountain from tomorrow, and I can condense a Yuanying sword on my sword every day, and let my apprentice bring it to you. If our disciples can break through in half a day, it is no problem to enter the top six this round.”

Su Yu immediately stood up with a smile, "Thank you, Elder."

Su's etiquette for entertaining VIPs is fine.

Begin with two attentive and meticulous refreshments, and guests will feel their sincerity.

Treat each other with courtesy and return with courtesy.

"Huh? It seems that someone is calling your master Mu old man."

As he was talking, Zhang Daoren suddenly heard a somewhat familiar shout.

Su Yu raised his eyebrows and checked the small seal on the head of the lower peak.

It's not the same.

"It seems that I heard it wrong." Zhang Daoren laughed and shook his head, reaching out his hand to stroke his beard, but stopped halfway, and turned to touch the now extremely smooth lower jaw. Immediately there was beauty in his eyes, but he held back his face with awe, and his expression turned out to be quite strange.

"Elder Zhang, you have been working hard for the past few days."

Su Yu thought about it and turned over the mustard bag.

According to Elder Zhang's taste survey report, the ingredients such as Sishen Fried Liver are only effective when taken for the first time.

Subsequent consumption will only add a little qi and blood, which is too trivial to his Nascent Soul.

Su Yu took out a small jasper bowl and added a green bowl lid, revealing a hint of sweetness.

It was the last four-red blood-tonifying porridge pill that Yan Yan had empty of energy and blood last time, but it was useless.

"Elder, try this again."

Zhang Daoren was stunned, "How embarrassing, I have eaten here for a long time, and I have to take it away—" Before he finished speaking, he had already reached out his hand.

Su Yu: “…”

Wei Zhao: “…”

But Zhang Daoren soon became hot, "Xiao Su Shi, Yu Dong told me yesterday that I already owe you 23,000 contribution points. Look, what else do I have? What can the place do for you?"

Su Yu nodded.

This is what I want.

Honor and disgrace are integrated, the most important thing is that the remuneration package makes the other party reluctant to leave, and even generates employee loans. You won't get this kind of treatment at any other restaurant.

"It doesn't matter, the elders will gradually return to it. It really won't work. In the future, there will be elders' disciples and grandchildren. How can we be friends in these years?"

Zhang Daoren was greatly moved.

Wei Zhao's forehead twitched.

"By the way, this pill is a set with Wugu and Sishengan pills." Su Yu originally designed three flavors to complement each other, but they took them apart. "I heard The elders take the Sishengan Pills to increase their lifespan, so I will give them to you together."

Zhang Daoren was stunned.

One set?

Just like the small array of longevity, is it the same as the round pill of longevity?

He looked awe-inspiring immediately, clasped his fists and gave a half salute to Su Yu, "Thank you, nephew, if I extend my life span in the future and break through to the spiritual transformation period, I will definitely repay it."

Wei Zhao was stunned.

A hundred feet away from Xiquan, I saw the old man with black roots and white tips, and he quickly landed on Qiongfeng.

With a sword, he casually found a disciple and asked, "In Xiquan of Wanjian Mountain, may I ask if you have seen my master? Daoist Zhang of Wanjian Mountain."

This question is now known to all the disciples on Qiong Peak.

Immediately, the younger brother pointed at the kitchen enthusiastically, "I just saw Elder Zhang looking for the second sister. Brother, do you need me to take you there?"

As he spoke, there was a smell of chlorothalonil on his body.

The strength is low, but he is greedy for the appetite, and breaks the way of inedia.

He sighed inwardly.

Xi Quan pursed his lower lip, "Okay, thank you, Junior Brother."

The little junior brother who led the way was taken aback, and looked at him suspiciously.

Xi Quan closed his eyes.

Xiao Muge was so powerful when he came to Wanjian Mountain to fight the battle, and he cut off the battle with a single sword.

That's all, he's talking too much.

"Lead the way."

Speak more, and recall Xiao Muge, which cost him thirty-one incense sticks!

Hey.

"Senior Brother Xi, this is the place." The little brother was ten feet away from the small kitchen, so he didn't dare to go any further. Second Senior Sister usually concocts alchemy, and the kitchen is now the center of Qiong Peak.

"Brother, please wait a moment, I will pass the message for you first."

Xi Quan looked at the small, upside-down room with thin aura in front of him.

This cultivation environment is far inferior to Wanjian Mountain.

He immediately suppressed the emotion in his heart, and stood outside the door, guarding the lit incense in his hands, but soon he smelled a stronger smell of chlorothalonil soup. There are also some sweet and sour fruity aromas, and the aroma of meat fat.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister let you go."

Xi Quan frowned.

How come there is such a smell everywhere in Dome Peak.

He immediately lifted his foot and walked into the small seat. Just as he was about to meet the master, he saw two people standing in the narrow and dilapidated doorway.

One of them is a young nun in a turmeric dress.

She stood on his side, with strong muscles and weak bones, and her wide cuffs revealed a jade-like plain hand. The ten fingers are slender and reddish, and a small jasper bowl in her hand makes the back of her hand look like snow.

This is obviously not his master.

Xi Quan's eyes were stunned for a while before he suddenly woke up and looked at the other side.

I saw a strong male cultivator in a robe, half-bent over the weak female cultivator, clasping his fists in salute.

His waist-length hair was casually scattered, just like the old man he saw hundreds of miles away. White hair, strangely black at the top and white at the bottom, the roots of the hair are ebony-like duck blue, and the silk is shining, but after about three inches, it gradually becomes pale as paper, loses its luster, and has dull split ends. At first glance, it looks dry. .

Prince and old age, two different lengths of years coexist in this person.

What kind of weird exercise is this?

Xi Quan couldn't help but look away quickly.

A junior with a low cultivation base, staring at a senior with a higher cultivation base, and exploring at will, may offend the senior.

But the problem is, this person is not his master either.

Xi Quan glanced at the incense of purple smoke just put into the mustard bag.

Have gone to Thirty One again.

His right hand, holding the sword, twitched painfully.

Immediately towards this male cultivator whose cultivation base was very gentle, but at least Nascent Soul, he clasped his fists.

"Disciple Xi Quan has seen senior."

This powerful male cultivator was shocked.

"Senior, do you know where my master Zhang Daoren is?" Xi Quan took the time to ask.

Wei Zhao, who was in a wheelchair, poked his head out of the small kitchen in surprise.

Su Yu couldn't help but cough.

Seeing their expressions, Xi Quan hurriedly said, "Could it be that he has left?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the senior male cultivator with black and white hair, and turned around, "You unfilial disciple!"

Zhang Daoren's annoyed voice came from the mouth of this strange man with black and white hair.

Xi Quan was slightly startled.

The old wrinkled face turned around was somewhat familiar, but it was unfamiliar to me.

This man's face only has the wrinkles of his master, but he does not have master's dim old age spots, which are eerily like a wrinkled shelled egg.

In addition, this man has a clean jaw, and there is no sparse white beard that his master usually cherishes!

However, there are many new born around his temples, surrounded by small black fine hair.

How could his master become like this?

"The confused thing, even your master can't recognize it!" Zhang Daoren was angry.

Xi Quan: "...!"

I can't recognize the master who has worked so hard to pull him to the peak of Jindan, is it alright?

Zhang Daoren deplored and looked at Su Yu, "It really made little nephew Su laugh."

Su Yu smiled, "Elder Zhang's appearance has changed, and it is normal for Senior Brother Xi to mistake him."

Zhang Daoren couldn't help touching his smooth chin when he heard it, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, "Yes. This old man has extended his lifespan by three years in just a few days, all thanks to Junior Su. "

Xi Quan:

Zhang Daoren smiled and looked at his three disciples, "Xiquan, your three sticks of incense can be postponed. Xiaosu nephew refined the elixir for the old man, you don't have to practice hard. , I'm in a hurry to find spirit grass for this old man."

Xi Quan looked at Su Yu in amazement.

But can Erpin Dan prolong life?

In a breath of time, he stepped forward in awe and bowed directly, "If Junior Sister Su can save my master, Xi Quan will definitely repay him with a ring and a grass!"

Zhang Daoren smiled and nodded, this apprentice is the most filial, but the most filial to him.

Wei Zhao was shocked.

In just a few days, another Jindan peak has a good impression of them to Qiongfeng?

He shivered a little when he used the word again.

But soon Xi Quan raised his jaw three inches.

Everyone was stunned.

"Today, Sister Su saved my master's life span for three years, and his life span is nearly six years. I—"

I saw him bow his head and quickly pinched his fingers.

"From now on, I can set foot on six sticks of incense outside Wanjian Mountain every day."

"In the six incense sticks, Xiquan, but follow the instructions of Junior Sister Su!"

“…”

Su Yu opened his mouth and closed it again.

What an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

To Qiongfeng Sword Forest.

Hourly worker Xiquan, no, Xiquan at the peak of Jindan, carrying Zhang Daoren's sword power, hurriedly landed.

Without speaking, he threw out six sticks of purple smoke incense, lit a stick, and then drew out a fifth-grade spirit sword.

Xi Quan cut out a sword, "Defeat it, you only have six sticks of incense time!"

It was obvious that Elder Zhang was talking about half a day, but it turned out to be six sticks of incense.

Hang Waner gritted her teeth, took the lead and rushed up with a small face!

But for a moment, her knees seemed to be under heavy pressure, and she fell to the ground.

Zhang Daoren's fifth-grade spirit sword, contains his perception of the kendo at the peak of his Yuan Ying, and once the sword is out, it is not something that their little foundation can shake.

Hang Wan'er held the double hairpin in her hand tightly, and in her mind there was a picture of a heartless and powerful swordsman in black robe pushing her seriously ill mother to the ground, nausea and dizziness flooded back.

"Ouch—" She couldn't help but turn her head away and vomited.

"Stand up," Xi Quan's face was as hard as iron, "The incense has burned fifty-one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yan swung a sword at him, but he quickly stopped and couldn't make an inch.

This is the terrifying strength of Yuan Ying.

This is the difference between Nascent Soul and Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining.

The brothers and sisters in Qiongfeng were shocked and desperate.

It's just a sword, they can't compete. Not to mention the fourth-class monster in the second round of the big competition, I am afraid that the opponent will lie down and let them cut it, and they will not be able to break its skin.

Last year they were able to rank third and tenth, but also because of the sword of the master.

"Can..."

But when everyone gave birth and retreated, Hang Wan'er's stubborn voice in the bamboo forest sounded faintly.

She put her hands on her chest, gritted her teeth and swallowed the nausea.

"Think about... chlorothalonil soup... think about Second Senior Sister... We can..."

Holding her hairpin, she stood up with her knees trembling, "I can do it...why can't you!"

She is not a sword cultivator.

She just took a step towards Xiquan, and in a flash, she was shaky again and fell on her back.

"Seventh Senior Sister!"

Yan Yan gritted her teeth, "Senior Brother Xiquan, my seventh sister is not a sword cultivator. Facing Yuan Ying's sword qi in Jianlin is harmful to her body. I'll take her to rest first."

"Don't..." Hang Wan'er gritted her teeth and flew towards Xiquan with a golden hairpin swaying.

But it was only a foot away, and it was easily caught by Xi Quan.

He shook his head, "In the middle stage of foundation building? It's not as good as when I was refining Qi. If it was my junior sister, don't think of Wanjian Mountain, it's too weak!"

He raised his hand, the golden hairpin turned into a sharp sword, and stabbed at Hang Waner!

It actually broke into Zhang Daoren's sword force, and it shattered five to two in one blow.

Everyone was stunned, and Hang Wan'er looked at the golden hairpin in front of her sluggishly.

Very strong.

"Pick it up," Xi Quan glanced at the six incense sticks and sighed, "Come again."

Hang Waner gritted her teeth, pulled out the double hairpins in the soil and attacked him again!

He closed his eyes to catch him.

waved and flew out.

"Come again."

…

Five sticks of incense.

Five and a half.

…

Hang Wan'er's palms were all torn by sword energy, and her double hairpins were all dripping blood.

Xi Quan put away the five-grade spirit sword that was floating in the air, and glanced at the last half of the incense, "At this time tomorrow, I will come again."

After saying that, he quickly took off with his sword, as if someone was chasing him.

"Senior Brother Xiquan..." Zhao Ran couldn't help laughing, holding his sword with trembling hands.

Xi Quan was stunned, but quickly pinched his fingers.

He went back now, just six sticks of incense.

No longer.

Shaking his head, Edgeworth speeds up.

To Dome is too weak.

If he had time to eat pill powder, they would not be able to break the sword today.

"Thank you. I'll take it when you will cut off this sword power with five sticks of incense."

Xi Quan left a voice lingering in the air, which was gone.

Zhao Ran blinked softly, "Brother Xiquan, for us, actually..."

Senior Xiquan didn't know what he missed!

But just after he finished speaking, a red figure next to him fell down.

Zhao Ran was in a hurry, "Seventh Senior Sister!"

Seeing that the corners of Hang Wan'er's pale lips were shaking, Zhao Ran hurriedly said, "I'll take you back to your room."

But Hang Waner was unable to raise her right hand and shook it, "put me down, I want to continue."

Halfway through, the double hairpins in his hands fell to the ground unsteadily.

Zhao Ran was anxious, "Senior sister, stop making trouble,..."

Hang Waner closed her eyes.

To practice today, she is the worst one among the core disciples.

Even Xiao Shiliu Zhao Ran didn't build the foundation, she persisted longer than her.

Xi Quan is right, she might as well practice Qi.

Just like this, she still wants to punish all evil men in the world?

It's a shame for the nuns.

Hang Wan'er's eyelashes trembled in pain, but for a moment her right hand touched the five immortal rope around her waist, and she opened her eyes, her eyes twinkling, "Little Sixteen, carry me to the small kitchen."

Zhao Ran was happy, "Okay, carry... eh? Small kitchen?"

"Stop, don't get too close."

"To the right."

"Hey, go left... oh right..."

Hang Wan'er, with a pale face and trembling hands, sat on a teacher's chair, both sides were carried by her younger brother.

Zhao Ran was sweating after a while, and said with a bitter face, "Seventh Senior Sister, do you want to go left or right?"

Hang Wan'er held his sword in both hands, endured the discomfort, and stared at the **** figure exposed in the small kitchen window coffin.

"Stay still." She hurriedly shouted.

Second Senior Sister is still so dazzling.

Second Senior Sister's back is still so tall and straight.

Hang Wan'er's face showed a hint of fascination.

Second Senior Sister is Haoyue Zhihui, a role model for women like her.

"Little Sixteen, I'm fine again." Hang Wan'er's eyes flickered.

"Huh?"

"You carry me back to Jianlin, I have drawn strength from Second Senior Sister, and I can continue to practice again!"

“…”

Zhao Ran didn't quite understand what Senior Sister Qi was doing, but she could only do as she did.

But after taking one step, she was stopped.

"Who is outside?" Su Yu's beautiful voice came from the small kitchen.

Hang Wan'er stuck her tongue out, "Come on, don't disturb the second sister." She instructed Zhao Ran.

But Zhao Ran held her back for a long time, and immediately turned around and shouted.

"Second Senior Sister," he looked towards the small kitchen, and immediately complained, "Take care of Seventh Senior Sister, she will die!"

Hang Waner:

Su Yu was preparing today's dishes, when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows and walked out of the seat.

At a glance, she saw Hang Wan'er's ugly face and slumped on the teacher's chair. She also panicked and wanted to escape, but she got up and slid down in a hurry.

"Second Senior Sister, everyone has finished cultivating, Seventh Senior Sister is weak, and she has to continue, she will be gone." Zhao Ran continued to complain.

Hang Wan'er turned to stare at him.

Su Yu washed his hands with spiritual water, wiped them dry, and then called to them.

"Get her in."

Little Sixteen and Little Eighteen immediately entered the small kitchen, put Hang Wan'er and her chair together, placed it next to Su Yu's reclining chair, and ran away quickly.

Hang Waner slapped the Taishi chair angrily, they all pretended not to see.

“Second Senior Sister…”

Seeing that the boat is done and she can't escape, she can only be scolded. Hang Wan'er raised her face and peeked at Su Yu's expression. Seeing her standing with her hands behind her back, she was unable to lower her shoulders.

"I just want to get stronger..."

Whether it's the sword repairer who had a childhood nightmare, or the Yuanying who destroyed her golden rope, she couldn't beat it.

Today, under Zhang Daoren's sword, she didn't even have the power to strike.

Hang Wan'er's eyelashes fluttered, but soon she saw the turmeric dress.

A small white porcelain cup the size of a palm was placed on a wooden saucer and brought to her.

Su Yu didn't mention anything outside the door, "Just in time, today I made a copy for you and a few junior sisters... Dan, try it."

Hang Wan'er raised her head suddenly.

For a moment she was no longer sad or afraid, her eyes were glowing, "For me and my junior sister?"

But she quickly bowed her head, "Actually, brothers and sisters... are also very good, and sisters can also do it for them."

But when she finished speaking, she couldn't help grinning.

The smile could not be hidden from under her drooping eyelashes, and it overflowed brightly.

Generally, the strong are more valued by the peak master, and the weak will not receive preferential treatment.

Hang Wan'er has been away for a long time, so she has long been surprised.

But they reach Qiongfeng, isn't that so? She and a few junior sisters are not very strong, and there are times when she leaves her senior brother and eats alone?

Su Yu nodded and motioned her to lift the lid of the cup.

"I see that you and a few junior sisters often chat together on weekdays. This is suitable for you to use and play while chatting."

Hang Wan'er widened her eyes.

There is such a pill?

"You try it out first, and if there is no problem, share it with the juniors."

Hang Wan'er immediately took a deep breath and ran a circle of Qi Emotions and Six Desires exercises to stabilize her mood, and then she responded carefully, "Okay, I'll try it!"

Su Yu nodded and looked at her encouragingly.

Hang Wan'er immediately put the saucer on her knees solemnly, and reached out to lift the white porcelain cup lid.

She was surprised.

In the past, my sister's pills were often steaming hot, and even the porcelain dishes were warm.

Not only is it not hot this time, but it doesn't seem to be as fragrant as the previous Dan.

"Well, this is a cold...dan," Su Yu smiled, "there is no heat, and before tasting it, the taste of the nose among the five senses is slightly inferior."

Sure enough, the girl's mind is more delicate and can appreciate the difference in details.

Master Su was moved.

Thinking of Yan Yan's experience report on Yujiandan, which is as smooth as a sword, Su Yu twitched his forehead and didn't want to think about it.

She handed the chopsticks boiled in spiritual water to Hang Wan'er, "Sister Qi, you should use it well. Sister is waiting for your experience handbook."

Hang Wan'er immediately cheered up.

When I looked down, I saw that in the snow-white porcelain cup, there were pills the size of longan, pale gold and clear but like a bird's claw shape!

Hang Wan'er opened her mouth in shock, "this, this look of Dan..." How is this?

Su Yu handed over a black gold bone plate, "This pill is called Phoenix Claw."

In order to make it easier for her sisters and sisters to eat while chatting, she chose to eat chicken feet cold, with hot and sour seasoning, the more you eat, the more fragrant.

Hang Wan'er lost her mind, "phoenix feet?"

"Second Senior Sister is really domineering, the name she gave to the medicine pill... um, it's stylish."

Ordinary monks tremble when they hear it.

"Bone spit on it," Su Yu smiled and pointed to the bone dish, "Don't swallow it by mistake."

Bone?

How did Dan have bones?

Hang Wan'er looked at the longan-sized pill in shock, not knowing what to do.

But she gritted her teeth, and the second sister would definitely not harm her.

If it is a normal Dan, should I still try it with her?

Hang Wan'er immediately took the chopsticks and took one of the chicken claw-shaped pills with two golden halos. Seeing that the clear juice hanging on it was about to roll down, she hurriedly put her red lips together and sucked it into her mouth in an instant.

Hang Waner's hands shook, and the pill on the chopsticks almost fell. She hurriedly opened her mouth to bite it, but the strangely shaped Dan was actually bitten off by a layer of elastic and strong skin, soaked in the remaining juice, and softly quivered between her teeth.

The sourness as clear as the spring breeze and the scorching heat as the scorching sun swept away the anxiety in her heart that she was eager to practice but could not do it properly...

She was completely fascinated by the taste of this elixir.

Little sips between her lips, she borrowed chopsticks and tore off a piece of strong skin from the Phoenix Claw Dan. He narrowed his eyes comfortably, cherished and carefully covered his red lips, and chewed slowly. The more you chew, the more delicious it is, the more crispy it is, the hot and sour irritates her lips and teeth.

Want to continue, but don't want to stop.

Hang Waner thinks this pill is too small, she can eat a dozen of them alone!

Close your eyes and enjoy this slightly sour and spicy aftertaste.

But when she closed her eyes, she fell on the teacher's chair.

The pill she just swallowed felt like a fire in her belly.

The spicy taste burst out in her dantian again and again.

"Ah!"

Hang Wan'er closed her eyes tightly, and within a moment, she was automatically cross-legged.

After half a column of incense, she let out a long sigh, raised the golden hairpin in her hand, and suddenly turned into a phantom like a sharp claw, waving towards the small kitchen, and the rockery ten meters away broke apart, and the center There are four imprints like chicken feet!

Su Yu:

As she lay down, she suddenly stood up.

She got it!

Hang Wan'er opened her eyes, excited, "Second generation ancestor... Ou..."

She slurred her speech, and then blushed and spat out the pill bone that had long been in her mouth.

"I understand, Second Senior Sister, thank you Dan!"

Su Yu waved his hand cheekily, "It's just the appetizer."

Appetizers?

Hang Wan'er was confused.

But in a flash, she spat out her bones, and heard a crashing sound like a ring of bells landing on the Wujin bone dish.

Looking down, she saw a moon-like silver glow blooming from the snow-colored claw bones she had just spit out.

Three rays of light fell from the sky.

Hang Wan'er: "!"

Help, she spit out a third-grade magic weapon? !