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

Compared with the calm and composed disciples of Daoyi Immortal Sect with solid foundation, the group of people led by the one-eyed strong man are simply a mob with no organization or discipline at all.

Whether it's the foundation of cultivation, the skills and secrets they have mastered, or even the quality of the spiritual energy contained in their bodies, there is a huge difference between the two sides and they cannot be compared at all.

Although both parties are at the same level of immortal cultivation, the gap is as obvious as the bright moon and fireflies, and one can tell the difference at a glance.

As the fierce battle came to an end, the one-eyed strong man was finally defeated by the leading disciple of the Daoyi Immortal Sect and was easily subdued by him.

At this moment, Hong Zun, who was seriously injured, staggered forward.

He completely ignored the shocking wounds on his body. His originally dignified face now seemed a little distorted because of anger, and there was a creepy and hideous smile at the corner of his mouth.

Looking back on the past, Hong Zun was also a killing god in the lower world. He went through countless life-and-death battles and overcame all obstacles before he reached the mysterious land of the fairyland.

However, how could he, who was so proud and arrogant, endure such a great humiliation here?

Especially this one-eyed strong man who was ignorant of the danger and dared to openly provoke him. He really deserves to be put to death.

Hong Zun staggered to the front of the one-eyed sturdy man, slowly squatted down, grinning with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"Huh, things in this world are really unpredictable."

Hearing this, the one-eyed strong man was so frightened that he turned pale and trembled all over.

He quickly begged for mercy.

"Senior, I really didn't mean to offend you just now. It was all just a misunderstanding. Please be magnanimous and forgive me."

However, Hong Zun turned a deaf ear to his pleas.

With a crisp "slap" sound, Hong Zun suddenly raised his hand and slapped the one-eyed man hard.

The slap was so powerful that the one-eyed man saw stars and a trace of blood instantly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After the fight, Hong Zun did not stop, but continued to stare at the one-eyed strong man fiercely and spoke with gritted teeth.

"Whether it is a misunderstanding or not, let's not talk about it for now. Now that you have fallen into my hands, we have plenty of time to slowly settle this account. Haven't you always wanted to go to my Daoyi Immortal Sect? Okay, I will fulfill your wish and take you there personally."

After saying that, Hong Zun grabbed the one-eyed burly man by the collar, lifted him up like a chicken, and then walked towards the direction of the Hedaoyi Immortal Sect without looking back.

Accompanied by these new disciples, the group finally returned to the sect safely and securely.

When Hong Zun finally stepped into the sect, Qi Xiong, Shi Song and others saw the miserable state of the three masters and apprentices.

For a moment, everyone seemed to be under a spell, standing there in a daze with strange expressions on their faces.

It was obvious that he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he had to hold it back until his face turned red.

What on earth was going on? He had only been away for a few days, so how could he be so miserable when he came back?

Everyone was filled with doubts and curiosity, but no one dared to ask rashly.

Hong Zun's originally dignified face actually flushed at this moment. He snorted coldly and yelled at everyone in annoyance.

"I was just careless for a moment and let this bastard take advantage of me. What are you all laughing at?"

As he spoke, Hong Zun seemed to still feel unsatisfied, and he raised his foot and fiercely kicked the one-eyed burly man next to him. Very good, another death penalty.

The poor one-eyed strong man was already covered in wounds, and now he was kicked for no reason, which was really adding insult to injury. However, he didn't even dare to make a sound and could only endure the pain silently.

Just like that, Hong Zun angrily took the one-eyed strong man away from everyone's sight.

As for what kind of miserable end this one-eyed strong man will eventually have, although Qi Xiong and others were somewhat curious, no one dared to ask.

After all, everyone knows Hong Zun's temper. If you accidentally anger him, the consequences will be quite serious.

Fortunately, after a few days of quiet recuperation, the injuries of the master and his two disciples have almost recovered.

However, although the physical wounds had healed, the incident spread quickly throughout the Daoyi Immortal Sect like wings, becoming a topic of conversation for people after dinner.

Whenever someone mentions this, there is always a burst of laughter.

The three masters and apprentices were unable to raise their heads for several days.

Even Ye Changqing made a special trip to visit after hearing about this.

In the following days, there was a peaceful and harmonious scene within Daoyi Immortal Sect.

With Ye Changqing personally in charge of the sect, all the new disciples were satisfied and contented.

Daily life is regular and orderly, and the three meals of breakfast, lunch and dinner are extremely rich and delicious beyond imagination.

These new disciples have never tasted such delicious food in all their lives.

Under the temptation of such mouth-watering food, although many disciples have only joined Daoyi Xianzong for a short time, their sense of identification with this sect has rapidly soared like oil boiling over a raging fire.

The frivolity and arrogance that he had when he first entered the sect has now disappeared without a trace.

Even the disciples who were difficult to command on normal days now obeyed the orders of elders such as Qi Xiong and Shi Song.

On such a peaceful day, in the main hall of Daoyi Immortal Sect, three highly respected elders, Qi Xiong, Shi Song and Wu Shou, gathered together to discuss the upcoming Three Sects Sword Contest.

Qi Xiong was holding a glittering, beautifully crafted gilded invitation card, with an indecisive look on his face. He turned to look at Wu Shou and Shi Song beside him and asked.

"Junior Brother, why do you think the Immortal Sword Sect sent this invitation to our Daoyi Xianzong? Do you think that our Daoyi Xianzong should go and participate in this three-sect sword contest?"

This invitation was just delivered today, but what puzzled everyone was that their Daoyi Xianzong had never had much interaction with the Xianjian Sect, and it could even be said that they had never met each other before and did not know each other.

So, how did the Xianjian Sect learn about the existence of their Daoyi Xianzong?

The sudden invitation from Xianjianmen made Qi Xiong a little suspicious, but Wu Shou's attitude towards it was indeed very simple, just one word: go.

Since the Xianjian Sect has sent an invitation, and this three sects sword fight is said to be very famous around the Wuji Xiancheng, what the Daoyi Xianzong lacks now is fame. After all, it is just newly established and has no reputation in the fairy world.

And this sword fight among the three sects is just an opportunity.