The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

Shuang'er nodded, and his figure flashed.

The next moment, Zhang Tieniu only felt a tearing pain in his lower body, let out a scream, covered his crotch with his hands, and rolled on the ground in pain.

"My *! Ah! My *!!!!"

Ling Chi frowned: "It's so noisy."

Shuang'er understood, and slashed Zhang Tieniu's neck artery with a knife, instantly stopping him.

Afterwards, Shuang'er dug out a money bag from Zhang Tieniu's body, and there were a few pieces of broken silver in it, about ten taels in total.

"Brother, it's a little over twelve taels." Shuang'er said.

Ling Chi nodded: "The extra bit should be counted as lost wages! This person is too obtrusive, throw it away."

"Okay." Shuang'er grabbed Zhang Tieniu's ankle, circled in the air a few times, and threw it towards a river.

Zhang Tieniu's huge body flew hundreds of meters in the air, and fell into the river with a splash. Not long after, he heard bursts of coughing and woke up.

When Zhang Tieniu saw the surrounding environment and the little girl hundreds of meters away, his whole body became cold, and he scrambled away from Mount Hua, ignoring the pain in his lower body.

At the same time, people from all walks of life who saw all this caught their breath one after another.

Seeing the petite and cute Shuang'er sitting on the handlebar of the unicycle again, holding a candied haws in his hand, I can't associate with the violent loli before.

Sensing the gazes from all around, Shuang'er turned her head to look over. These people hurriedly looked away, not daring to meet her gaze.

Are little girls all this scary these days?The rivers and lakes are so dangerous, I want to go home and farm.

Ling Chi chuckled, and raised his voice: "Guests, I'm running a small business and treat people honestly. Please also treat me honestly. The bad guy just said that ten taels of silver is worth the money, but he wants to eat Bawang. Meal, I can only teach him some lessons. Guest officers, please rest assured, as long as there is no trouble, everyone can taste the most delicious sliced ​​cakes in the world."

"The cut cake below is amazing, and you can be energetic after eating a piece."

These people in the arena are basically big and rough, and they are very excited to hear this.

"Give me a piece!" A middle-aged swordsman in his 40s came over.

Ling Chi smiled all over his face: "Thank you for your patronage."

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Modified.Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket. ?(‘???`)

Chapter 157 Five Uniques

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"A grunt—(The dog's head saves his life)"

Along with a series of hallucinogenic effects, Ling Chi harvested a large wave of recipes.These recipes are mainly white high-end, followed by white top-level, and there are more than [-] ordinary blue recipes.

Ling Chi was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there were so many blue masters here.

……

Hundreds of meters away, a middle-aged beggar held a green bamboo stick in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, pouring wine into his mouth, and staggered towards the crowd.

Seeing many people gathered together, as if shopping for something to eat, the middle-aged beggar rubbed his eyes: "Could it be that my eyes are blurred?"

"Ah! Delicious, delicious, so delicious!"

Hearing the shout of a big man suddenly, the middle-aged beggar was startled.Wiping the corner of his mouth: "What is so delicious? Well, I have to try it."

Soon, the middle-aged beggar squeezed a passage through the crowd with his unrestrained style, and came to the center of the crowd.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, there are plenty of cut cakes, everyone take your time, everyone has a share. Hey, guest officer, please pay the money, you know the fate of eating Bawang's meal."

"..."

Seeing a tall and thin boy in white clothes and a tall hat, the middle-aged beggar was startled: "Why is this kid dressed like Bai Wuchang? Scared the beggar to death."

Although the crowd was noisy, Ling Chi's ears were sensitive and he heard the words clearly.

His face darkened, he glanced at the source of the sound, and saw a middle-aged version of Hong Qigong.

Ling Chi's eyes lit up immediately, and he clasped his fists and said, "Could it be that Master Hong of the Beggar Clan is in person?"

"Master Hong!?" Everyone present was startled, and turned their attention to Hong Qigong.

"Sure enough, it's Chief Hong!"

"Hello, Chief Hong."

"Governor Hong has worked hard."

"Governor Hong is also here to participate in the Huashan Discussion of Swords!"

"Governor Hong's martial arts are unrivaled in the world, so he must be the number one swordsman."

"..."

Seeing that he was recognized, Hong Qigong chuckled and said, "I'm ashamed, I'm the beggar."

"Master Hong's visit to the small stall is really brilliant." Ling Chi said with a chuckle: "Mainly, Hong Gang should not try the sliced ​​cakes from the stall? Number one is out of the question.”

Seeing what he said was interesting, Hong Qigong laughed and said: "Although the beggar wants to try it, but he is too shy to pay the bill!"

"Come, come, cut cakes, ten taels of silver, don't come if you don't have money!"

Hong Qigong: "..."

"Hahahahaha——" There was a burst of wild laughter, and a middle-aged man in a brocade robe came through the air with a snake stick in his hand, stepped on the top of the head of the crowd, saw the gap, and landed: " It's ridiculous that the well-known leader of the beggar gang is actually looked down upon by a small vendor."

When everyone saw this middle-aged man in brocade robes, they saw that he had a face from the Western Regions. He looked like a dog, but his eyes were gloomy, and he was not easy to mess with.

Someone recognized him and exclaimed: "Ouyang Feng, the owner of the White Camel Villa in the Western Regions!"

People from the Western Regions are not well-known in the Central Plains, but Ouyang Feng is an exception, because he is strong in martial arts, but also sinister and ruthless. Ten years ago, he made a great reputation in the Central Plains.Now that Huashan is discussing swords, masters from all over the world are competing for the title of the world's number one master, and they can also get the "Nine Yin Manual", how could Ouyang Feng not come.

"It turns out that you are playing drugs." Hong Qigong said with contempt on his face, "You are not staying in your Western Regions, what are you doing in the Central Plains!"

"Naturally, we want to fight for the top spot in the world." Ouyang Feng said with a confident smile, "And the Nine Yin Manual."

Hong Qigong sneered: "It's up to you?"