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

"Big Brother, I think there is no need to decline this three-sect sword contest. It is a good opportunity to enhance the reputation of our Daoyi Immortal Sect."

Wu Shou spoke up and said that he agreed to participate in the sword debate among the three sects.

In his opinion, this was definitely a rare opportunity for Daoyi Xianzong and should not be missed.

As Wu Shou finished speaking, Shi Song on the side also nodded in agreement.

"Second Senior Brother is right, and our disciples are not necessarily worse than those of the three major sects."

The disciples that Shi Song was talking about were not Xu Jie and his friends, but the new disciples who had joined the sect.

Especially those disciples from the major immortal clans.

They have been carefully cultivated by their family since childhood. It can be said that both the training resources and the training environment are no worse than those of the three major sects of Xianjianmen.

In terms of combat power and cultivation, they are enough to be on par with the disciples of these three major sects, so there is naturally nothing to be proud of.

As Wu Shou and Shi Song both spoke in agreement, Qi Xiong pondered for a moment and nodded.

"You're right. This is indeed an opportunity, but I'm afraid those guys won't put in any effort and will just muddle through."

This is the only thing Qi Xiong is worried about, Wu Shou said after hearing this.

"Then we can set up some reward and punishment mechanisms. Isn't Changqing still in the sect?"

"what do you mean?"

"With Changqing kid here, are you still afraid that they won't give their best?"

"Hey, that's a good idea."

"Hehehe, this is an open conspiracy, there is no solution."

With this in mind, Qi Xiong responded to Xianjian Sect on the same day and accepted the invitation of the three sects to have a sword fight, with Daoyi Xianzong participating as the fourth sect.

After that, the candidates are determined.

Qi Xiong and his team's method was simple and crude, and they directly adopted a survival of the fittest approach.

Anyway, there are not many disciples in the sect right now, only a few hundred at most.

According to the rules of the Three Sects Sword Contest, each sect can send ten people to participate.

Therefore, the candidates will be determined based on the ten strongest people.

Moreover, Qi Xiong and his team also announced that any disciple who participated in the Three Sects Sword Contest, regardless of winning or losing, would have a chance to order food.

The specification is three dishes and one soup, and you can bring along guests.

During the Three Sects Sword Contest, if you achieve a ranking, the rewards will be even more generous.

But without exception, all the rewards are related to the cafeteria. After all, this is the only thing many disciples care about.

It can be said that Qi Xiong thought of what his disciples were thinking and hit them directly on the vital point.

As soon as the news was announced, many disciples became excited.

They have been eating meals from the cafeteria for many days.

Moreover, as the one-month deadline was getting closer, many disciples were counting on their fingers as they ate.

I was just thinking about how many days I could still eat it, and I couldn't help but feel anxious every day that passed. What would I do if I couldn't eat it after a month?

At this time, Qi Xiong and the others suddenly did this. Isn't this like a shower of wealth falling on their heads?

All the disciples were eager to try, extremely excited.

"Okay, okay, I finally got this opportunity. Don't fight for it. I'm the only one who can get it."

"Bullshit, you still want to represent the sect in the war with your strength? Don't embarrass yourself."

"You sound like that's all you need to do? If I were you two, I'd be too embarrassed to sign up and would just give up."

"Be bold, do it if you can."

"Come just come, am I afraid of you?"

The disciples couldn't wait any longer, especially after they won a place in the Three Sects Sword Contest and brought glory to their sect.

Not only can you order some dishes as a reward, but you can also renew it for another month. If you get into the top three in the sword contest, you can get rewards for one year, half a year, or three months.

In other words, in the next year, everyone can eat in the cafeteria unconditionally.

Even if Ye Changqing was not in the sect during that period, there would still be dry food made by him to distribute.

How could such a generous reward not attract many disciples?

So when the day of the competition selection came, almost all the disciples signed up.

Only Xu Jie and his friends were standing in the audience.

Zhao Zhengping asked Xu Jie with an unwilling look on his face.

"Why didn't you sign up?"

"I'm sick, I'm signing up."

Looking at the disciples fighting fiercely on the stage, Xu Jie said unhappily.

Look at these junior brothers, each of them has reached the level of immortals, what is he signing up for? Is he looking for death?

Xu Jie doesn't have a tendency to be masochistic. Besides...

"Big Brother, you didn't sign up either."

"I................"

Zhao Zhengping blushed and did not answer.

The battle was fierce. Faced with the tempting reward, many disciples were unwilling to give in and each of them displayed their best skills.

Those who knew about it thought it was a ring selection, while those who didn’t thought it was a life-and-death battle.

There are five arenas in total, all surrounded by formations to prevent the aftermath of the battle from spreading to the surrounding areas.

The formation was naturally created by a group of priests. Qi Xiong and his men could not create a formation of this level.

Alas, the development of the sect actually depends on offerings.

On an arena, two disciples from the same immortal clan, who were also brothers, were completely mad with anger and neither of them was willing to give in.

The spiritual energy around him surged into the sky and his aura was terrifying, said one of the young men.

"Little brother, from childhood to adulthood, I have always given in to you. Can't you give in to me just once?"

"Except for the place in the sword duel, I can give you everything else."

"You...you know that I want this opportunity to compete."

"How about I give my fiancée to you? You give up your rights, brother."

Hearing his brother's words, the elder brother's face darkened and he was extremely angry. He was about to yell, but the next second his younger brother's words made him stunned again.

The two are brothers, and their father is the patriarch of the immortal clan.

Naturally, I knew that the family had arranged a marriage for my younger brother. The other party was of extraordinary family background and high talent. Most importantly, she was said to be beautiful and was a fairy on the fairy list.

I was a little envious at first, but when I heard what my younger brother said, my face instantly turned dark.

"What a joke! You actually want to exchange a woman for my place in the sword fight?"

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

"Then let's see the truth in our hands."

The two brothers almost became enemies for a chance to compete in a sword fight.

Under the ring, the elders including Qi Xiong, Wu Shou, Shi Song, Hong Zun and others who were serving as referees and spectators all had grim faces.

You can tell from their faces that everyone is in a very bad mood at the moment, and the resentment around them is stronger than that of ghosts.

He stared at the stage, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

It looked like they were watching a fight, but only they themselves knew that it was a fart fight at all. They could only get a general idea of ​​the battle situation on the stage.

The old man couldn't help but blush. As a sect elder, he couldn't even watch the fights between disciples clearly.

All one could see was two figures on the stage fighting fiercely, but one could not understand the details at all. This was due to the difference in their cultivation levels.

I have mixed feelings, and am extremely unhappy. We are the elders of the sect.