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

"What? You want to try!" Ouyang Feng's body surged with breath, causing everyone within five meters around him to sway, and hurriedly backed away.

Ling Chi narrowed his eyes, slightly surprised: Why does this Ouyang Feng seem to be stronger than that crazy one?

Unscientific!Totally unscientific!

"Why, is Huashan Lunjian starting now?" A person wearing a human skin mask came through the air. This person was wearing a green shirt, with a refined demeanor, and held a jade flute in his hand. knowledgeable.It's just that the human skin on the face is too rough and ugly, I don't know if this person has a bad taste?

"So it's Lao Huang." Hong Qigong laughed: "It seems that you, an outsider, can't live up to the title of number one in the world!"

Huang Yaoshi snorted softly: "Huang is not interested in being number one in the world, he is just curious about the "Nine Yin Manual"."

Hong Qigong chuckled and said, "Hypocrisy."

Huang Yaoshi's eyes changed, and he was about to lose his temper when he heard, "Brother Huang, Brother Hong, it's been a long time!"

This sound seemed to be mixed with the skill of the Buddhist lion's roar, which was clearly heard by thousands of people present.

The next moment, a middle-aged emperor wearing a dragon robe walked into the crowd under the guard of dozens of generals.The crowd subconsciously separated the two sides to let the coming people pass.

When Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong saw this person, they immediately greeted him: "It turns out that Brother Duan is here."

The person who came was Duan Zhixing, the emperor of Dali. Although almost all the people present were masters of the Song Dynasty, they had to pay respect to Duan Zhixing. The emperors of neighboring countries are also emperors, not to mention that Dali and the Song Dynasty have good relations for generations, so they should be treated with courtesy.

Only Ouyang Feng showed a trace of disgust towards Duan Zhixing.This dislike came from something inexplicable, but Ouyang Feng's instinct told him that this person is dangerous and should not be friends with.

"Brother Huang, Brother Hong." Duan Zhixing cupped his fists in return as a Jiang Hu person, then his eyes fell on Ouyang Feng, and he smiled faintly: "So it's Brother Ouyang."

"Hmph!" Although he was unhappy with him, Ouyang Feng still hugged him because of his status.

"I didn't expect all four of you to come, but the poor Taoist came late." A long laugh came, and a Taoist priest in Taoist robes came through the air and landed on the opposite side of the four.

This Taoist priest looks to be in his 50s, very tall, with a long sword hanging from his waist. He is gallant, heroic, and elegant.

"Wang Daoist!" Seeing this person, even Ouyang Feng had to show admiration, and saluted him together with Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and Duan Zhixing.

The person who came here was the initiator of this discussion on swords in Huashan——Wang Chongyang!

"Everyone, it's been a long time." Wang Chongyang clasped his fists in return to the four of them, and said with a smile: "Seeing that you are in good health, I am relieved."

Behind the stall, Ling Chi looked at the five people, especially Wang Chongyang, and murmured in his heart: It is really rare to see the five masters gathered together for the first time, but Wang Chongyang's complexion is not very good, and he probably has some health problems.

It's right to think about it carefully. Didn't Wang Chongyang die in the second year after discussing swords in Huashan?It is estimated that his current body is really bad.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart: at the end of the crossbow, he is capable of overpowering the four masters, this Chongyang real person really lives up to his reputation.

Perhaps sensing Ling Chi's gaze, Wang Chongyang looked towards him.

The two look at each other...

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

Chapter 158 The Unicycle on the Top of Huashan Mountain

Ling Chi smiled all over his face, and handed over a sliced ​​cake: "It turns out that he is the Daoist Chongyang, who has been admiring him for a long time. Would you like a piece of sliced ​​cake?"

"..."

Wang Chongyang chuckled, and said: "Little brother is really a wonderful person." Looking at the wrapped cake, he asked, "I don't know how much it will cost?"

"Not much, not much." Ling Chi smiled and said, "Ten taels of silver."

"..."

After a while of silence, Hong Qigong laughed loudly: "Wang Daochang, do you want to buy it or not?"

Sensing Hong Qigong's schadenfreude, Wang Chongyang smiled slightly, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his bosom, counted them, handed over ten taels, and took the sliced ​​cakes: "The sliced ​​cakes of ten taels of silver, poor Daoist I have never eaten it, but I want to try something new."

"..."

Hong Qigong's face was not very good-looking, and he felt that he was compared with Wang Chongyang in terms of tolerance.

There was a hint of admiration in Ling Chi's eyes: As expected of Wang Chongyang, just this state of mind is the best in the world.

Wang Chongyang opened the package, looked at the beautifully cut cake, smelled it, it was sweet and rich, quite extraordinary.

"It smells delicious." With a slight smile, he put the cake into his mouth and chewed for a while.

There is no beep, which is also a matter of course.

But Wang Chongyang felt a kind of power gushing out from his body, and the loss of physical strength and energy caused by rushing was greatly replenished at this moment.

Wang Chongyang's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked, "Little brother, you cut cakes..."

"There is a limit of two yuan per person." Ling Chi smiled and said, "A real person can buy another one."

Wang Chongyang immediately rummaged through his body, finally found another ten taels of silver, and bought a second sliced ​​cake.But this piece, he didn't eat it, and carefully stuffed it into his sleeve.

Huang Yaoshi and the others saw everything and were amazed in their hearts, but they also started to buy two sliced ​​cakes with money.Only Hong Qigong really had no money, scratching his head anxiously: "Little brother, how about I exchange martial arts with you?"

"No." Ling Chi shook his head repeatedly.

The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, he knows it; the skill of flying catkins and light smoke for a leisurely excursion;

What else is there to change.

"As long as it is silver, there will be no credit."

Hong Qigong's face turned dark. After so many years of walking in the rivers and lakes, it was the first time he met such a disrespectful person.

Ouyang Feng suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, sarcastically said: "Beggar, aren't you the leader of the Beggar Clan! You can't even afford a piece of cake, it's really embarrassing to the Beggar Clan."

"You..." Hong Qigong had a violent temper at first, but he was about to attack immediately after being provoked by this.

"Wait a minute." Huang Yaoshi stopped him and said, "It's just two sliced ​​cakes. I paid the money for Brother Hong. Little brother, take two sliced ​​cakes."

Accepting the money handed over, Ling Chi handed over the cake with a smile on his face: "Thank you for your patronage."

"Brother Hong, take it." Huang Yaoshi handed it to Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong looked much better: "Thank you, Brother Huang."

Opening the package of a sliced ​​cake, Hong Qigong said: "I want to taste it, why is this sliced ​​cake worth ten taels of silver?"

A piece of cake was stuffed into the mouth, and the next moment, Hong Qigong felt the instant recovery of physical strength and energy, and he was shocked: "This...this is!?"

"Huh?" Seeing that Hong Qigong had the same reaction, Huang Yaoshi, Duan Zhixing, and Ouyang Feng couldn't help but taste a piece, and immediately, they also discovered the magic of cutting cakes.