"Good boy, I actually cheated me." The wine Taoist smiled. The snow nearby was in a mess. It seemed that the battle between the two hours was also very fierce.

Zhou Gan lay on the ground without any strength, his forehead was covered with sweat, obviously very tired, and he just smiled when he heard this, without saying much.

"How much do you understand?"

"Five points."

"Five points are good, no more or less, the rest depends on your understanding." The Taoist priest shook his step and walked towards the distance.

"Thank you for your advice from Master Jiu." Zhou Gan said with a raised voice. Of course, he knew that the Taoist priest's actions were to add an extra guarantee to his second round of fighting. After all, mana and magical power cannot be increased in a short period of time. It depends on the accumulation of practice. Only this sword technique, especially the "April Sword Skill", which is a little enlightenment and a hundred points of enlightenment.

The wine Taoist priest did not look back, waved his hand, and gradually disappeared into the wind and snow-capped-

When Zhou Gan returned to the lakeside, he smelled a burnt smell coming from his house. He was stunned. He took two steps, opened the door, and looked at it. He saw the second senior brother Song Dazhu pounding at the porcelain pot with a serious expression. The three brothers of the He family were eager to try and kept interrupting, and obviously wanted to do it himself.

"Young junior brother is back." A weak voice sounded. Zhou Gan turned his head and saw Qin Yu half-sitting on the bed, smiling and greeting him, but his face was quite pale.

"Senior Brother, when did you wake up?" Zhou Gan said in surprise.

"It's not long, but these three kids are so quarrel that they can't sleep." Qin Yu pointed at the He brothers and laughed.

"Brother, I don't care about my conscience. I don't know why we are so lucky. Isn't it for you? It's just to make a bowl of porridge for you to replenish your body." He Hua turned around and said dissatisfied, "Yes, junior brother."

"Is this porridge?" Zhou Gan raised his eyebrows and pointed to the strange things in the pot that were invisible.

Song Dazhu's old face turned red and she defended her: "I went up the mountain at the age of 40. I haven't used these stoves for about a hundred years. Not to mention the medicinal porridge to nourish my body, I added almonds, ginger, and poria. There were almost 17 or 18 medicinal herbs. I stewed it all in a pot. Although it didn't look good, the taste should be good."

"Looking at this, I lost my appetite." Qin Yu sighed and said, "It's just that my body is weak after the magic power is exhausted. Rest for one or two days is enough. If you have this leisure skill, it's better to practice and nourish your energy. Without my supervision, I'm afraid that my practice in the past few days will be lost again."

He Qin and others immediately laughed and kept silent. When the burnt and medicinal smell were extremely rich, Song Dazhu carefully took the porcelain pot, served a bowl, and carefully brought it to Qin Yu, saying with anticipation: "Senior Brother, try it!"

"Do you think I'm too strict with you and want to poison me?" Qin Yu said expressionlessly.

"Why did senior brother speak like this? I have let my brother down on his kindness." He Qi said dissatisfied.

"Then you try it first and then take it to me."

Suddenly, the eyes of several people turned to He Qi. Looking at the steaming 'black porridge', He Qi swallowed and said with a tough forehead: "Then you must enjoy it after I eat it!"

“Naturally.”

He Qi took the spoon and dug half a spoon with trembling. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, his face turned blue, and he spit out with a "wow" sound, just spraying Song Dazhu's face, and the few people were stunned.

"He family Xiaozhong, see how I deal with you!" Song Dazhu's face turned red, his hair was angry, and he shouted loudly, and he grabbed his neck with a big hand.

"Second Brother, please spare me! It's really unpalatable." He Qi cried and howled, and crawled under the bed.

"Second Brother Second, hurry up, I'll block this place and prevent him from escaping." He Qin and He Hua helped him gloatfully.

"Stop making trouble." Qin Yu advised helplessly, but his body was weak and no one could hear it clearly.

Zhou Gan shook his head, picked up the underground bowls and chopsticks, picked up the porcelain pot, and said to He Qin: "Senior Brother, where did you get the rice and water from?"

"Oh, when you walk straight to the end, there will be a small warehouse with everything inside, which I accidentally discovered." He Qin was busy dragging her third brother out of the bed and said hurriedly.

Not long after Zhou Gan got out, He Qin and He Hua, who were fighting each other, pulled He Qi out with one leg. Song Dazhu sneered and rushed forward, and screams suddenly echoed through the sky.

"He Da, have you smelled a scent?" He Hua sniffed and said strangely.

"Well, it's the smell of fish."

"No, I think it must be the taste of beef." Song Dazhu retorted.

"It seems like a fragrance," He Qi, who was crushed to the ground, his clothes were scattered, his nose and swollen face, was thinking.

Not long after, Zhou Gan walked in with a food box, opened it in layers, and took out three large porcelain bowls each. The hot fragrance immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

"This is the fish soup of Mrs. Song, which can moisten the stomach and intestines and help the spleen and lungs. This is Laba porridge, which is beneficial to qi and calm the spirit. The last bowl is beef porridge, which can strengthen muscles and bones and cultivate qi and blood. Although they are all things in the world, they may have little effect on the first-class sword fairy, but they should be much stronger than the previous medicinal porridge." Zhou Gan said the truth.

Several people came up and saw that the fish soup was pleasing to the eye, tender and smooth, crystal clear, and the fish meat was white, tender and soft. They swallowed the saliva first, and then looked at the Laba porridge, tremella, pine nuts, milk tannins, persimmons, and chestnuts in all colors, sticky and sweet, and their throats moved again. Finally, the beef soup was even more fragrant and red and white.

"I'll try it again." He Qi took the lead and scooped a bowl of eight-treasure porridge. It was thick and sweet. 'The taste was really good. Compared to the second senior brother, it was really in the sky and the ground.' He thought to himself, but he didn't dare to say it anymore.

"The beef is so delicious. I thought about slaughtering the old ox at home in the farm, but I was never willing to do it."

"I think this fish soup tastes the best. Look at the tender meat and melts in your mouth. The youngest fish must be fresh." He Qin asked.

"Well, there is a stream in the peach forest, and the fish there are the most plump!" Zhou Gan nodded.

"Ahem, I'll say, my junior brother, don't forget it. The one who was injured is the eldest brother, I, the elders, have you not used it, are you embarrassed to eat?" Qin Yu's dissatisfied voice came from behind.

The few people were stunned and broke! I forgot about the injured. Looking at the three porcelain bowls, I could see the bottom of it.

Noisy time always passes quickly, and the fighting has become more and more intense these days. Liu Yun and Zhou Ruo, the Xuanbing Divine Needle and the White Jade Fairy Sword are reflected in each other. If it weren't for the mountain protection formation that Qingni had already opened, it was almost the scene of the two Qins' confrontation. In the end, Senior Sister Liu Yun destroyed half of the needles and forced out the frozen bones and cold air, successfully sealing the fairy sword white jade, forcing the junior sister Zhou to admit defeat. However, the White Dragon Sword Method that rushed to Xuanfeng was strange and had never practiced sword control. According to Qin Yu, she used a call to Xuanqi. The true technique of Fenggang trapping dragons. With a wave of his sleeve, the Gantian Gangfeng descended down. However, the magic weapon was very powerful. After a few moves, the opponent forced to surrender. If he continues to fight, the magic weapon would be broken. It is rumored that this method is an ancient Qi refining technique that has been passed down for a long time in Qingcheng. At that time, Ren Shou had not yet been born and the sword immortals had not flourished. It was a martial art that Qingcheng practitioners rarely praised in ancient times. However, as the sword techniques of various schools evolved one after another, these abilities were rarely concerned. In this way, this Bailongzi is also a person with a heart.

However, yesterday's competition attracted several first elders to stop and watch. It was really powerful. Chaoyang Peak Lou Wangshu faced the last famous Jingxuzi. The clouds and clouds of the five-qi smoke and Chongxu sword were fighting against the sun. The rocks collapsed. The strange phenomenon was like a person in the soul fighting. This competition lasted for three days and three nights. Finally, the leader ordered that the competition was postponed. In the end, the three flowers on the top of Jingxuzi radiated a bright light, and the spirit and spirit were mixed into one, and the body was intertwined between existence and none, and the yin and yang, and the qi

The baby was almost penetrated through the five acquired energy barriers, which were called consciousness, wandering souls, delusions, ghosts, turbid essences, and the acquired five-qi barrier. He barely won with this move, but his protective magic weapon, the blue silk whisk, could not bear it, and it was destroyed most of it, which was also considered to be a lot of damage. After this battle, he stopped for five days, giving everyone time to digest and comprehend it, and gained more or less. This is the true intention of the Five Vein Sword Contest. To gain the strengths of the best and make up for the shortcomings of his peers, the Immortal Sect was born from this.

In addition, the winner who should win and lose, is the younger generation who is eye-catching, and has to lose because of his shallow Taoism. The reason is that these five veins have not had enough internal strength.

With a loud bang, the fairy dragon sword and the Demon-Subduing Flag collided and turned back. Although Song Dazhu and Zhao Tong's competition with the Five Dragon Peaks were not obvious, they were rare and wonderful. The left half of the ground on the magic platform had been broken into powder, and it was swept through the Demon-Subduing Light. If Song Dazhu had not seen the opportunity and avoided it with fire, there would have been no future. As for the thunder fire that flashed from time to time in the air, it was the masterpiece of the second senior brother. The Sumeru True Fire in the "Fire True Sutra" and the Chijin Thunder Light in the "Shenxiao True Sutra" also brought a lot of trouble to the opponent.

The fairy dragon roared endlessly. Since it was sacrificed to the 17th level of Tiangang, the dragon's energy became more and more heavy. The sword's body was generally Sumeru Red Flame, usually with lightning, and the roaring ferocious roaring. Combined with Song Dazhu's sturdy figure, it was extremely powerful. Zhao Tong's fairy flag on it had already covered the sky above the magic platform, and the golden light flowed on the flag, as if it was an extremely powerful magic.

"Can the second brother win?" Lu Xiaoxian asked nervously.

"It depends on God's will." Qin Yu frowned and looked at him worriedly. The two of them had very close magic powers, and even he could not tell who would win or lose in the end.
Chapter completed!