Cataclysm: Baoyou, This Is Not A Good Deal

"Well……"

The white-haired man tasted a mouthful of cabbage, then scooped up a mouthful of soup and put it into his mouth.

"The color of this dish is bright, there is not a drop of oil, but it is fragrant, and it melts in the mouth. The soup is thick but fragrant and refreshing. It really is a good dish with good color, fragrance, and taste. You pass this question!"

Zhang Xibao chuckled, his face was full of oil.

It turned out that he was gnawing happily on the stewed iron-winged eagle legs.

The golden mouse also gnawed on a big elbow and squealed.

Zhang Xibao spat out a bone, and said to the white-haired man: "Of course, of course, there are only a handful of people who can eat this dish in foreign countries!"

Zhang Xibao didn't lie, the iron-winged eagle at the ground level can only be defeated by the four saints, and who is willing to use the iron-winged eagle meat so badly, it has to be mixed with herbs and rubbed with thousands of Baodan balls to be worthwhile!

He was lucky this time, and with the help of the spirit apes, he took down the iron-winged eagle.

The white-haired man asked: "I believe what you said, but why is there stewed meat in front of you two, but there are only a few vegetable leaves in my bowl?"

Chin Maoshu was taken aback, and looked at Zhang Xibao with its big elbow in its arms.

Zhang Xibao wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, grinned and said, "The nutrition is all in the soup, we gnawed it to the point that it was all leftovers!"

"There is an old saying in our Great Xia that poor people eat meat, and rich people eat soup! With your status, you must enjoy the most precious essence, right?"

Squeak!

Chin Maoshu held the big stick bone in agreement.

As he spoke, Zhang Xibao picked up another bowl of broth from the white-haired man's black bowl.

"Hey, you drink soup, drink more!"

Zhang Xibao thought to himself that this broken bowl is quite heavy, so is it also a treasure?

The white-haired man remained silent and continued to drink soup.

Zhang Xibao and Chin Maoshu frantically gnawed on the stewed meat.

Although these meats were indeed leftovers from overcooked broth, there was still plenty of beast aura inside, especially after being boiled in a big black cauldron, they were soft and rotten and delicious, making the corners of Zhang Xibao's and Chinchilla's mouths dripping with oil.

The white-haired man said while drinking the soup: "You are indeed talented in cooking. If you were born in my hometown, I would definitely take you in as a child."

Zhang Xibao gnawed at the meat and rolled his eyes.

I thought to myself, if I become your boy, what will my life be like?

Six thousand years of fire lotus seeds are eaten as fire boy.

Tianjie Baoding serves as a stew pot.

With the gluttonous spirit of old man Tongtian, why shouldn't the boy under his seat chase after the real dragon and phoenix every day?

While running, you have to shout: Hey, leave your heart, liver and bone marrow!

Zhang Xibao filled the white-haired man with soup three times in a row, until the fourth time, the white-haired man stopped him: "Okay, it's fine, I won't drink any more!"

Zhang Xibao rubbed his hands: "There's still plenty of soup in the cauldron, take a look?"

The white-haired man waved his hand: "You two drink!"

While gnawing on the meat until he felt choked, Zhang Xibao swiftly scooped up two big bowls of soup for himself and Chinchilla, and drank it slurply.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhang Xibao looked at the white-haired man.

"You see that I have passed all three levels, the three treasures?"

The white-haired man raised his eyelids and looked at Zhang Xibao: "Aren't the three treasures given to you?"

watt? !

Zhang Xibao was startled, with a bad premonition.

The white-haired man said: "Six thousand-year-old fire lotus seeds, this is a treasure."

"What about the other two?" Zhang Xibao asked impatiently.

The white-haired man pointed to the big black tripod: "This is the second piece of Tongtian Baoding tripod."

"One more thing?"

The white-haired man pointed to the black soup bowl and chopsticks on the stone table: "This is the third one!"

Zhang Xi turned into a gem on the spot.

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The mentality collapsed wow!

A pot, a bowl, a pair of chopsticks...

What the hell do I want you to eat?

I want a treasure!

The sky-level ones are not too hot to touch, and the ground-level ones are also okay!

I want a treasure!

At worst, a Nine-Turn Treasure Pill or something...

Seeing that Zhang Xibao didn't speak, the white-haired man pointed to the big black cauldron: "The Tongtian cauldron is a rare treasure of heaven rank. You can figure out the specific function by yourself. As for the bowls and chopsticks..."

The white-haired man pointed at the black bowl and black chopsticks, and the two things instantly merged into one, turning into a black stick.

"This is a sword embryo, made of meteoric iron from the sky. It is too hard. It is useless to grind it. It has not been refined. The strange fire is given to you. You can refine it yourself!"

Well, strange fire, a pot, and a semi-finished fire stick.

My lord has really become a fire-burning boy!

They are all treasures, just put them away, and if you need a bicycle, "Tongtian Dabaojian" is all given to me...

"Thank you, big brother, for the treasure!"

Zhang Xibao quickly accepted the reality, put away the black stick, and asked Shu Ling to put the Tongtian Ding into the treasure house.

"Although you and I don't have the name of master and apprentice, but the treasure mirror is on you, I should be considered half of your master. This avatar is running out of fresh energy. If you have any doubts about cultivation, hurry up and ask..."

Zhang Xibao was full of questions to ask, and hurriedly said: "What is the foreign land? Where is the Great Wilderness? Are you still alive? Is there any treasure for me? Can you let Shuling be obedient and open the treasure house? Above the heavens What level is there?"

Zhang Xibao asked a lot of chattering questions, and the white-haired man had black lines on his face. I asked you to ask, but I didn't ask you to ask so many questions. Why are you a hundred thousand?

The white-haired man felt the aura of the avatar, and said, "Since you have so many questions, I'll give you a concise answer."

"The Great Wilderness has been shattered, and the foreign land is just fragments!"

"I'm gone too, maybe there are relics left somewhere else!"

"Shu Ling, you have to adjust it yourself, get its approval, and it will naturally listen to you!"

"There are human immortals, earth immortals, immortals, and heavenly immortals above the heavenly ranks! Heavenly immortals are also called golden immortals, and there is a ghost immortal in the branch of human immortals. They are all heretics!"

Zhang Xibao could only write down these answers first, and slowly digest them when he went back. Now he just wanted to ask more.

The two began to ask and answer.

Zhang Xibao: "What level are you?"

The white-haired man: "I am a demigod!"

Zhang Xibao: "Not a fairy?"

The white-haired man: "If I were a fairy, I wouldn't die!"

Zhang Xibao: "A demigod, a demigod can live for tens of thousands of years..."

The white-haired man's figure began to become thinner, and he didn't know if he was angered by Zhang Xibao.

Zhang Xibao asked again: "Oh, by the way, Baojian said that there is Furui on Haocang Island. What is that treasure you have been looking for for a hundred years on the island? A strange treasure seed? Or a strange beast, or a treasure pill?"

The white-haired man replied: "Fang Rui, also known as Fu Rui, is a legendary thing that has no rank. It is neither a treasure nor a beast. It is said that it is a creature between life and death. I think it is In order to fight against the demon!"

What is Omen? Just as Zhang Xibao was about to ask, he saw a gust of wind blowing, and the white-haired man was about to disappear.

Zhang Xibao hurriedly asked, "Where is Fang Rui hiding? What does it look like? What shape? What color? Square, round or flat?"

The white-haired man disappeared, and a faint voice came from the mountain wind: "Intangible, colorless, ever-changing, I don't know..."

"Hey... Old Man Tongtian has been looking for something for a hundred years, can I find it?"

Zhang Xibao scratched his head, took Chinchilla and Shu Ling down the mountain and left.

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