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

After dinner, ten disciples gathered together to chat. One of them said that he had exchanged an ancient magic weapon for a spot in the sword-fighting competition.

They all have strange expressions on their faces. Maybe his brother has lost his mind.

The disciple who was speaking also looked relieved. Fortunately, he was not confused at that time, otherwise, would it be his turn to have the meal now?

Family members know their own business, and the elder brother’s strength is definitely better than his, so this is a wise choice.

Inside the Daoyi Immortal Sect, a disciple cried silently, looking at the immortal weapon in front of him with a look of regret.

Why did he agree to it in the first place? With his strength, he must have a spot in the sword fight.

"One misstep will lead to eternal hatred."

He looked up to the sky and sighed, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Unfortunately, time cannot be reversed.

On the fairy ship, everyone's life is just like that of gods. It is so comfortable to have no one competing for food.

While enjoying this, the fairy ship arrived at the Fairy Sword Gate unknowingly.

A mountain towering into the clouds, straight and steep, as if it was cut by a sword.

And on the steep cliffs, there are many houses crisscrossing there.

The mountain gate of the Xianjian Sect is indeed unique. Just the location of the mountain gate makes people feel a sharp aura like that of a sword cultivator.

Because they had contacted each other in advance, the fairy ship entered the Fairy Sword Gate without any hindrance.

Under the escort of a team of Xianjianmen disciples, the Daoyi Xianzong's fairy ship finally landed slowly on the top of Xianjianmen mountain.

As Ye Changqing and his party stepped down from the fairy ship one after another, an old man in a white cloud robe took the initiative to come forward and said with a smile.

"I am the Great Elder of the Immortal Sword Sect, Zhao Baiyun. I welcome all the Taoist friends from the Daoyi Immortal Sect. I... um? Senior?"

Just halfway through his words, Zhao Baiyun suddenly saw two priests in the crowd.

He knew these two people. They were the ancestors of the two major immortal clans in the fairy world. Their strength and seniority were above his, and they were at the same level as his own ancestor.

His eyes were full of surprise, but Zhao Baiyun still hurried forward to salute.

In response, the two priests waved their hands nonchalantly.

"Today, I won't call you senior. We are both worshippers of Daoyi Sect now, and we are here as worshippers as well."

Hearing this, Zhao Baiyun was shocked. The two seniors were actually the worshippers of Daoyi Xianzong. This Daoyi Xianzong...................

With the strength of the two seniors, if they were interested in becoming a worshiper, Xianjianmen would probably be willing to pay a huge price for it.

Unfortunately, the other party looked down upon the Xianjian Sect at all.

But for some reason, he ran to Daoyi Immortal Sect.

I felt mixed emotions and was indescribably envious. I wonder how lucky the Daoyixian Sect was.

It was just what he thought in his heart, but he dared not show it on his face.

Since the two seniors said so, Zhao Baiyun turned around and looked at the people from Daoyi Xianzong and smiled.

I just looked over and was about to speak, but I was stunned the next second.

His eyes swept over everyone strangely, looking back and forth a few times, his expression becoming more and more strange.

Why can't you understand?

After a while, Zhao Baiyun asked with a complicated expression.

"May I ask who is the Daoyi Immortal Sect elder?"

Judging from his appearance, Wu Shou should be an elder, but he is only at the ancestral realm, while those other young people have reached the immortal realm.

It's common sense that the sect's elders must have higher cultivation than their disciples.

That's why Zhao Baiyun was a little confused for a while and couldn't tell who was the elder and who was the disciple.

Hearing what he said, Wu Shou walked out with a dark face and replied.

"I am Wu Shou, the Grand Elder of Daoyi Immortal Sect."

Seeing this, Zhao Baiyun's expression became more and more strange, and he muttered to himself.

"Are you an elder?"

"Yes, I am the elder. Any questions?"

Wu Shou's face turned even darker. Looking at that old face which was as black as the bottom of a pot, Zhao Baiyun suddenly came to his senses and apologized repeatedly.

"Please calm down, my friend. It's my fault that I didn't recognize you. I've seen you before, Brother Wu."

"Elder Zhao, you are too serious."

In response to this, Wu Shou gave an indifferent response.

Although there is no rule that says that the cultivation level of the elders in a sect must be higher than that of the disciples.

But you are an elder already, and your cultivation is not as good as that of your own disciples. Don’t you feel uncomfortable?

Anyway, Zhao Baiyun has lived for so many years and has cultivated all the way to the Immortal King realm, but he has never seen such a thing.

The elders of the sect are in the ancestral realm, and all of his disciples are in the immortal realm. What kind of combination is this?

However, due to the respect of the two priests, Zhao Baiyun naturally did not dare to say these words.

After some greetings, Zhao Baiyun said that there would be a banquet tomorrow and everyone was welcome to come. They should take a short rest today as the cave was ready.

Wu Shou walked side by side with him and nodded in response.

Ye Changqing followed the crowd silently, but the two priests kept walking with him, obviously wanting to stay with Ye Changqing.

Seeing Wu Shou’s dark face, Ye Changqing smiled helplessly.

I was misunderstood, but it wasn't surprising, it was something I could have expected.

However, the ten disciples who participated in the sword debate, when they met the disciples of Xianjian Sect along the way, their eyes were shining and they did not hide their fighting spirit at all.

Such a fierce fighting spirit was naturally felt by the disciples of Xianjian Sect.

Each of them looked suspicious and full of doubts.

"Which sect is this disciple from?"

"It seems to be Daoyi Xianzong. This time the sect master personally invited them to participate in the three sects sword contest."

"Three sects are still fighting? Now it's four sects fighting."

"They are Daoyi Xianzong. We have no grudge against them, right?"

"No grudge, what's wrong?"

"Look for yourself, it feels like he's going to fight hard."

Ok? ? ?

The ten disciples of Daoyi Immortal Sect indeed looked like they were ready to fight to the death, mainly because they had eaten too well along the way.

Now that they have arrived at the Xianjian Gate, the four sects' sword fight is about to begin, and the ten of them are already beginning to get a little impatient.

Since they eat so well, they must get a prize, otherwise wouldn’t it seem that they are useless and waste?

If there is such huge wealth in the future, will it be their turn?

Therefore, this battle must be won.

Seeing these disciples of Xianjian Sect, the ten of them couldn't help but feel itchy, and their long swords and big knives seemed to be about to fall out of their sheaths.

Under that stern gaze, the Xianjian Sect's disciples left in confusion.

This disciple of Daoyixian Sect is sick. He looks like he has a deep hatred for the sect. There is no hatred or grudge between the two sects.

Led by Zhao Baiyun, the group came to a specially prepared cave. After a few greetings, Zhao Baiyun left.

Ye Changqing looked at the time and smiled casually.

"It's almost time for dinner. I'll go cook first."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes lit up, and the ten disciples spoke with great insight.

"Elder Changqing, we are here to help you. Leave the chores to us."