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

The cave prepared by Xianjianmen covers a considerable area, and the interior space is spacious and bright.

Not only that, the decoration in every corner is also unique, exquisite and clever, so that people can feel at a glance the sect's importance and respect for visitors, without any contempt at all.

When the ten disciples present heard Ye Changqing mention that he would cook the meal himself, they instantly became excited.

During this period of time, the moment they look forward to most every day is the arrival of mealtime.

As a result, everyone enthusiastically expressed their willingness to help.

Seeing this scene, Ye Changqing couldn't help but smile slightly, and did not say anything to reject everyone's kindness.

Since facilities such as the fire room are already complete and ready, there is no need to spend extra energy to prepare anything.

Soon, a simple yet delicious dinner was served on the table.

After dinner, Ye Changqing took a short rest and then went back to his room to rest.

The rest of the people also dispersed and started to busy themselves with their own affairs.

These ten disciples all came to Xianjianmen for the first time. Several of them could not suppress their inner desire to practice and went straight back to their rooms to concentrate on their cultivation. The only ones left in the yard were three slightly bored disciples.

"To be honest, I have never been to Xianjianmen before."

A disciple spoke first.

"That's right. This place is really too far away from where we are. If there is nothing going on, who would come all the way here?"

Another disciple echoed.

"In that case, why don't we go out for a walk?"

The third disciple suggested on a whim.

"That's a good idea."

The other two responded in unison.

Before he finished speaking, the three disciples had reached a consensus and decided to go sightseeing in Xianjian Sect together.

After all, I have nothing to do at the moment. Instead of sitting in the yard in a daze, I might as well walk around and have a look to kill this boring time.

The three of them walked side by side, slowly walked out of the cave, and stepped into the sect of the Xianjian Sect.

At this time, the four sects' sword-fighting competition was about to be held, and the entire Xianjian Sect was bustling with activity. Foreign monks from various places came in an endless stream. Their figures shuttled between the sects, adding a bit of noise and vitality to the originally quiet and peaceful Xianjian Sect.

Due to the influx of these foreign cultivators, Xianjianmen is no longer populated only by disciples of Daoyi Xianzong.

Therefore, when these three people dressed in the attire of Daoyi Xianzong disciples walked among the crowd, they did not attract much attention.

After all, for many disciples of the Xianjian Sect, such scenes are nothing new and everyone is used to it.

As a result, the three of them seemed to have nothing to do. They strolled leisurely in the Xianjian Gate, wandering around as they pleased.

The Xianjian Sect is at a medium level of strength in the vast fairyland. Although it cannot be considered one of the top forces, it is by no means weak and can be bullied.

Except for a few areas that are designated as forbidden areas and strictly prohibited for outsiders to enter, there are not many restrictions on the actions of foreign monks in most other places.

In this way, the three of them walked leisurely and chatted aimlessly.

Suddenly, one of the disciples sighed with satisfaction.

"Oh my, this journey has been so comfortable. It is really worth it to be able to get a chance to participate in this sword fight."

Another disciple immediately echoed, "That's right. We enjoy the delicacies of the land and the sea every day here. I am almost reluctant to go back."

At this time, the third disciple spoke thoughtfully.

"Think about it. Since we have enjoyed such generous treatment, if we fail to achieve excellent results in the sword competition, we will be ashamed of Elder Changqing's good intentions and lose face."

"Of course it is. The victory this time must belong to our Daoyi Immortal Sect. I am so excited just thinking about it. I can't wait to see this wonderful four-sect sword fight begin."

One of them said excitedly.

The other two also nodded, expressing their approval and anticipation.

Although the four sects' sword debate has not officially begun, as the topic is discussed in depth, the fighting desire deep in the hearts of the three disciples is gradually ignited, like a blazing fire that cannot be suppressed.

Especially when they thought about how Ye Changqing had cared for them, taught them carefully, and given them many generous treatments along the way, just hoping that they could show their skills in this sword fight. If they were defeated in the end, they would be ashamed to face Ye Changqing's painstaking efforts. It would be better for them to just find a piece of hard tofu and hit it head-on and die.

These thoughts kept circling in their minds, making their will to fight even stronger and more intense.

At this moment, when the three disciples looked at the Xianjian Sect disciples coming and going, there was a scorching light flashing in their eyes, as if they wanted to eat them alive.

Those disciples of the Xianjian Sect who noticed the strange looks from the three men couldn't help but frown, full of confusion.

What was wrong with these people? Why were they staring at me with such ferocious and greedy eyes? It felt like a starving beast seeing delicious prey. It was really abnormal.

This creepy gaze made the Xianjian Sect disciples feel cold on their backs and uncomfortable all over.

No one dared to meet such a fiery gaze. After noticing the fighting gazes of the three people, many Xianjian Sect disciples lowered their heads and left in a hurry, only cursing in their hearts.

"ill."

There is indeed something wrong with him no matter how you look at him. It is better not to have too much contact with him if he looks normal at first glance.

Seeing the Xianjian Sect disciples leaving in a hurry, the three of them curled their lips in a lack of interest.

"Boring."

I have a strong desire to fight in my heart, but no one dares to fight me. It feels so lonely.

They all thought in their hearts that this disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect really had no sharpness at all. What about sword cultivation? Where did the sharpness of the sword go?

The three of them were thinking about how to repay Ye Changqing, but unfortunately, the disciple of the Xianjian Sect was not helpful and did not give them any chance at all, which made them helpless.

However, as they walked, the three of them unexpectedly met someone who was short-sighted.

At this time, on a bluestone path in the mountains, the three of them looked at the people who were blocking their way, their eyes full of fighting spirit and interest, and smiled.

"Finally I met someone with seeds."

"Hehe, you're still quite courageous. At least you didn't run away."

"What are you?"

The three men had fighting spirit in their eyes and shouted coldly at the opposite side.