God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

He was slapped in the face again for no apparent reason. With his head lowered, Hong Zun was filled with murderous intent and frantically thought of a way to escape. How could their master and disciple die here? There must be a glimmer of hope.

I have made my way all the way from the vast world, through all the heavens and worlds, all the way to the fairyland. How could I die at the hands of this bandit?

Just bear with him for now. Once they escape, they will make these bandits pay the price.

Hong Zun kept his head down and said nothing. In Daoyi Immortal Sect, after the formation was disconnected, Shi Song was not aware of the problem at all, just as Hong Zun thought.

He arranged for a few disciples to go and meet them, and then forgot about the matter.

However, the disciples arranged by Shisong were all new disciples who had just joined the sect, and they were from various major immortal clans.

The lowest level of cultivation is the Immortal Realm, and there are more than one person who has reached perfection in the Immortal Realm and is not far from the Immortal King Realm.

The disciples were extremely excited about the task assigned by Shisong.

Because completing the sect's tasks will earn you contribution points, and contribution points can be used to eat.

Although you can still eat for free for a month, but if you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries. It will certainly not hurt to save up the contribution points for the sect first.

Besides, this task is not difficult and the distance is not far. All we have to do is to bring Hong Zun and the other three back to the sect. It is a task like picking up money.

Without delay, several disciples set off immediately.

In order to save time, he decided to board the fairy ship directly. As for where the fairy ship came from, it naturally belonged to him.

As a descendant of the immortal clan, it is normal to have a fairy ship.

He quickly flew away from the sect and headed towards where Hong Zun and the other two were.

The one-eyed sturdy man was obviously well prepared. He had his men lying in ambush all around, waiting for the disciples of Daoyixian Sect to show up, and then he would capture them and rob them of their cultivation resources.

Then do the same thing again, lure people over, and continue to rob.

The one-eyed strong man felt that his plan was perfect.

He has taken control of this holy land today, and no one can stop him, he said.

Hong Zun and the other two were tied up and their cultivation was sealed. They looked like they had fainted at this moment, with their heads lowered and their hair disheveled.

In fact, hidden by their messy hair, the three masters and apprentices were constantly looking at each other.

There is no doubt about the tacit understanding between the three of them. Even though they cannot use spiritual power to transmit sound, cannot speak, and can only communicate through eye contact, they can still understand each other's meaning instantly.

For example, at this moment, through eye contact, Hong Zun looked at Xu Jie.

"Is there any way to get out?"

"No, Master."

"Don't you usually boast about your wisdom and ingenuity?"

"In this situation, no strategy is of any use."

Xu Jie rolled his eyes helplessly. As for Zhao Zhengping, he was simply ignored by the master and disciple.

In this situation, Zhao Zhengping was definitely unreliable, and he was at his wits' end.

Is it possible that I can only sit back and leave everything to fate?

But this is not the character of Hong Zun and the others. When have they ever believed in destiny?

Just as the master and his two disciples were racking their brains to figure out how to escape, the disciples from Daoyi Sect also arrived.

In the sky, a beam of white light rushed across the horizon and then stopped steadily above the three people.

Then, several figures dropped from the sky and landed in front of the three people.

"Huh??? Why did it become like this?"

The leading disciple frowned as he looked at Hong Zun and the other two who were tied up.

Aren't you here to simply provide support? Why are you tied up like a dumpling? And your face has been beaten like this, you can't even tell what you look like.

Several disciples had never seen Hong Zun and had only seen his portrait at Shisong's place.

But now Hong Zun and the others have been beaten black and blue, their faces are swollen and unrecognizable, and it is impossible to tell who is who. How can we identify them?

Several disciples frowned, and for a moment they all wondered if they had come to the wrong place.

While they were thinking, a group of bandits suddenly rushed out of the forest.

The one-eyed burly man who was in the lead shouted angrily.

"Haha, disciples of Daoyi Xianzong, just surrender obediently... eh??? Immortal realm cultivation?"

Originally he was quite aggressive, but halfway through his words, the one-eyed sturdy man suddenly sensed the cultivation level of these disciples and was stunned for a moment.

How can it be the cultivation of the fairyland?

That's not right. That old fellow is the elder of Daoyi Immortal Sect, and he has only reached the ancestral realm. How could his disciples have the cultivation level of immortal realm?

This disciple's cultivation is higher than that of the elder?

Facing these disciples, the one-eyed strong man was completely confused. Something was wrong, very wrong.

At this time, several disciples also looked around suspiciously.

They didn't take these bandits seriously.

To put it bluntly, these people are just a mob. They can't make a living, so they get together to do some petty thefts that are not even acceptable.

Moreover, with the eyesight of several disciples, they naturally saw through the depth of this group of bandits at a glance. The one-eyed strong man leading them was only a fairyland and posed no threat at all.

The two sides looked at each other, and the leading disciple seemed to have thought of something and asked lightly.

"Did you make my sect elder like this?"

"I...I...I...No, I......"

Faced with the disciple's question, the one-eyed strong man was stunned for a moment and spoke stutteringly.

But there was no need for him to answer, as the disciple already knew the answer.

It seems that the three people who were beaten and whom neither the parents knew were the target of their trip, the sect’s Elder Hong Zun and his two disciples.

Now that the person had been identified, the leading disciple said nothing more and spoke to the person next to him.

"You save people."

Having said that, he led the others to rush towards the one-eyed strong man and his men.

Even though they are small in number, these bandits are the kind of people who bully the weak and fear the strong. When faced with someone stronger than themselves, they immediately become wilted.

Several disciples were like tigers entering a flock of sheep. As soon as they met the bandit, they killed him to pieces.

On the other side, the disciple who stayed behind also untied Hong Zun and others, and lifted the ban on the three of them.

After regaining his freedom, Hong Zun ignored everything else and quickly raised his head and shouted loudly to the leading disciple.

"Leave him alive, leave him alive, I want him alive, don't let him die."

His eyes were red, and the murderous intent was almost tangible. You bastard, now you have fallen into my hands. I will let you know what it means to have changing fortunes.

The disciple, who had originally planned to kill the one-eyed strong man with a sword, heard what Hong Zun said, although he didn't understand why, but still chose to obey, and finally saved his life.

As for the other bandits, those who can be captured alive will be captured alive, and those who cannot be captured alive will be killed directly.

The battle was very short and almost one-sided, and there was a difference between fairyland and wonderland.

The combat power of these bandits can only be described as the bottom among those of the same realm. Naturally, they are no match for these children of big families who have been trained by the immortals since childhood.