I am a shooter

The words of the two women in the pond were like a huge rock thrown into a frying pan, and the evil cultivators instantly became a mess.

"Boss, this is a good thing that can help me break through my cultivation level. You should give it to me, your little brother!" The man with the bulbous nose rushed forward with his belly sticking out, and almost went forward to switch places with Scarface.

The thin bamboo pole was also anxious. He held a small white porcelain bottle tightly in his hand and was thinking about how to become a fisherman.

Scarface slashed with his sword, the blade drawing a silver arc on the water, sending splashes of water crashing down on everyone's faces. "Damn it! Everybody, behave yourself!" He plunged his sword into the water, the handle trembling. "If anyone dares to talk nonsense again, I'll chop him down right now!"

Ning Shu lay on the stone, his shoulders shaking with laughter, and he almost spit out the melon seeds in his mouth: "Look at this show, it's more exciting than the bloody dramas on Blue Star's 34 o'clock TV series! They are brothers in the last second, and they draw their swords in the next second. The change is faster than turning the pages of a book!"

Shen Xuannu, who was using her spiritual power to paint melon seed shells rainbow colors, said slowly, "It's really beautiful. I just hope they don't finish it so quickly." She tossed and caught a purple-dyed melon seed shell, her eyes gleaming with a glint of excitement. "It's best to play it for a while. The more excitement you build up, the chewier the melon seeds will be."

Ning Shu watched her carefully coloring the melon seed shells and muttered to herself: This old girl looks cute, but her mind is darker than ink. Not only does she want to see them kill each other, she also wants to extend the duration of this drama...

The atmosphere in the arena had already reached freezing point. Scarface gripped his broadsword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. The bulbous-nosed, skinny man took another half step forward, the greed in his eyes brimming like ink.

"Boss, we've been with you through thick and thin for so many years. We can't let you take all the good things, can we?" The man with the bulbous nose panted, the fat on his belly bulging with each breath. "This twin furnace tripod is a treasure that can help one break through the realm of cultivation. We brothers should also share in its glory!"

"Yes, Boss," Skinny Bamboo said gloomily, touching the white porcelain bottle in his arms, "Don't let our brothers down."

Scarface's anger "swooshed" to the top of his head, his face flushed like a cooked shrimp: "Okay! It seems you really want to rebel! Then let me see how capable you are!"

"Everyone, team up and take down the boss first, then it'll all be up to you guys!" Someone shouted, and the fight broke out instantly. The man with the bulbous nose charged forward like a savage bull, the skinny guy swung a few poisoned knives, and the scarred man swung his broadsword left and right, churning the water into a murky mess, soon stained a harsh red.

Ning Shu looked at the chaotic scene and suddenly sighed: "Human hearts are really strange. One second they share a common hatred for a common enemy, and the next second they can kill each other." She turned to look at Shen Xuannv. The little ancestor was sitting cross-legged, cracking melon seeds and commenting, her little face full of excitement. "Look, look, that big nose is about to be chopped off, and the frequency of his fat shaking has changed!"

Before long, Scarface and Skinny Bamboo were the only ones left standing. Scarface, leaning on his sword, gasped for breath, blood gushing from a deep wound on his chest that let out a stab of blood. Skinny Bamboo was also feeling ill, one arm hanging limply, but a strange smile played on his lips.

"I didn't expect that a skinny guy like you could hide so well." Scarface coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, "It seems I underestimated you before."

"Scar, I've wanted to kill you for a long time!" Skinny Bamboo gripped the dagger tightly, the hatred in his eyes like ice, "If it weren't for killing you, who would be willing to be your follower!" The white porcelain bottle in his arms was empty, and it was obvious that the contents had been used on Scarface.

"Even if I become a ghost, I'd like to know where I've offended you." Scarface's voice weakened, but his neck remained stiff.

"How did you offend me?" The thin bamboo pole suddenly laughed wildly, his laughter as sharp as nails scratching glass, "Have you forgotten Xiao Cui from thirty years ago!"

"Xiao Cui? Didn't you give it to me?" Scarface said in surprise.

"If you weren't so selfish and stingy and refused to give me the skills, would I have offered Xiao Cui to me?" Skinny Bamboo's eyes were frighteningly red. "Especially since you killed her!"

"Hahahaha..." Scarface suddenly burst into laughter, his wound twitching with laughter, "That woman slit her own throat because she knew you sent her to my bed! You are more disgusting than me!"

Skinny Bamboo went completely mad, roaring and lunging forward: "So what! It's all for the sake of becoming stronger! She did it voluntarily!" The moment he thrust his dagger, Scarface suddenly used up his last bit of strength to swing his broadsword, and with a "puff" sound, it struck Skinny Bamboo's dantian.

"In the end, I won..." Scarface hadn't finished his words when two daggers suddenly pierced through his and Skinny Bamboo's hearts. A short man slowly emerged from behind the tree. It was none other than the evil cultivator with the sharp nose.

"Fight, fight, the final winner can only be me." He drew his dagger and watched the two men fall, a smug smile on his face, "Two beauties, you are mine now..."

He didn't notice that before his death, Skinny Bamboo suddenly raised his head and threw the dagger with his last bit of strength, accurately piercing his back. When the dwarf turned around, he saw Skinny Bamboo's twisted face and crazy laughter: "If I didn't get it, no one else can..."

Three bodies lay in the blood, but their eyes were fixed on the phantom in the pool, as if they were still thinking about the illusory temptation until their death.

"Now!" Shenxuannu suddenly stood up and reached for the air. Suddenly, several balls of light of different colors burst forth from the air, flying toward her palm like iron filings drawn to a magnet. She clenched her small hand, and when she opened it again, the light had transformed into several shiny melon seeds, some red, some purple, emitting a faint spiritual aura.

The whole set of movements was so smooth and flowing that Ning Shu was stunned: "Oh my god! Is it done already? You have your own sunflower seed production line!"

Shen Xuannu picked a red melon seed and put it in her mouth. She bit into it with a crisp sound, smacking her lips and commenting: "The scarred one has too much hostility and tastes a bit bitter; the skinny one has enough resentment, with a hint of sweetness; the dwarf has the strongest sinister flavor, making him suitable for making strange-flavored melon seeds." She stuffed the remaining melon seeds into Ning Shu's hand, "Try it?"

Ning Shu pinched those melon seeds of strange origin, feeling like she was holding a hot potato in her hand: "You should keep them for yourself. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares if I eat them."

Shen Xuannu pouted in dissatisfaction: "Coward." She skipped towards the shore, and Xiaopang's feet stepped on the grass, leaving a trail of wet footprints. "Let's go, the quality of the melon seeds here is too poor, let's find some better ones."

Ning Shu looked at her back, then glanced at the gradually disappearing phantom in the pool and the red water. He suddenly felt that following this "god-level foodie", his future days would not be boring - he just didn't know what strange "recipe" she would come up with next time.