Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"Count me in!"

"Sir, my cultivation level is at the early stage of the Emperor Realm. I want to sign up!"

"And me, and me!"

"..."

Suddenly, there was a surge of people, all wanting to sign up to become temporary soldiers of the One Moon Heavenly Palace.

The reason why the One Moon Palace issued such a conscription policy was really a helpless move.

After all, the previous battle with the Monster Clan resulted in heavy losses and a serious shortage of troops, so it was natural to expand new troops.

And these casual cultivators wandering around Kunyun City are an excellent group of cannon fodder!

Yes, they thought they had gotten a huge advantage, but in fact, they were just cannon fodder in the eyes of these high-level sects.

Of course, these casual cultivators are not fools, but they are living a life of licking blood with their swords and not having their heads tied to their belts. If they have the opportunity to earn the sect's skills from the One Moon Heavenly Palace, they will naturally not let this opportunity go. Chance.

After a while, the number of warriors who signed up to become the temporary soldiers of Du Yue Tiangong has reached two to three thousand.

"I...I also want to join the One Moon Palace!"

At this moment, a fat man who looked like he was struggling to even run rushed over from a distance.

If this fat man is not Ling Feng, who is he?

Ling Feng grinned and said: "Brother, I... I also want to join the One Moon Heavenly Palace and be a glorious temporary soldier to stop the demon clan and defend our human clan's territory!"

"oh?"

The disciple in charge of recruiting soldiers glanced at Ling Feng. He originally looked disgusted when he saw his fat-headed appearance, but after hearing Ling Feng's words, he slightly changed his opinion of him.

Most of the others did it out of selfish motives, but Ling Feng actually wanted to defend the human race's territory.

This guy is a little different!

"The peak of the Human Emperor has just reached the standard."

The person in charge looked at Ling Feng. At this moment, Ling Feng deliberately concealed his cultivation, only revealing the aura of the peak human emperor.

"May I have your name?"

The person in charge asked calmly.

"My name is Long Fei!"

Ling Feng said with a smile.

"Long Fei? Hahaha!"

A disciple next to him burst out laughing, "As for Long Fei, I think you should change your name to Zhu Fei! Hahaha!"

For a moment, the crowd burst into laughter.

The person in charge also shook his head and smiled, "I'm afraid such a fat dragon may not be able to fly!"

"hehe!"

Ling Feng touched the back of his head and pretended to be naive, "Then, do I pass?"

"Your cultivation is too poor, and look at your fat head and big ears, you can't even run on the battlefield!"

"wipe!"

Ling Feng cursed in his heart. He had known that he would have disguised himself as a normal person. He originally wanted to keep a low profile, but ended up shooting himself in the foot.

The person in charge shook his head, looked at Ling Feng, and said, "I see you are full of enthusiasm. By the way, there is also a position for a group leader in the military camp. Are you interested?"

"Leading soldier?"

Ling Feng's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately, "I'm interested! I'm interested, the food I cook is delicious!"

"Hahaha!"

The person in charge laughed loudly, "You even boasted! Let me declare first, if you don't have two brushes, you will be kicked out sooner or later, and the treatment that temporary soldiers deserve will also be deducted!"

Ling Feng grinned, and the fat on his fat face trembled.

"My lord, please rest assured!"

Ling Feng took out a black pot from the Naling Ring and said with a smile: "Before I came out to work, I was a cook!"

"Yo? Expert!"

The person in charge was also interested. He pointed to a restaurant not far away and said with a smile: "Zhu Fei... ahem, Long Fei, are you interested in showing off your skills?"

Ling Feng followed the example of Shura's Cooking Saint, patted his round belly, and said with a smile: "Of course it's no problem!"

As soon as they heard that Ling Feng was about to perform a skill, the casual cultivators around him suddenly started to boo.

Although most of them are accomplished warriors and have reached the state of fasting, and they don't have much impact if they don't eat or drink for a long time, the desire for food and drink is human nature.

For the disciples of Du Yue Tian Palace, food cooked with the flesh and blood of monsters and spiritual plants from spiritual valleys is a channel to temper their bodies and enhance their cultivation.

Just like the delicacies cooked by Shura's Kitchen Sanctuary, eating one meal a day is almost as good as practicing hard without sleep for several days.

The food cooked by the gang leader soldiers can allow the disciples to restore their energy and blood in a short period of time.

Therefore, in the military camp, leading soldiers are also indispensable.

As the saying goes, before the three armies move, food and grass will go first.

This is true for the army in the mortal realm, and this rule also applies in the world of martial arts.

Soon, surrounded by a group of warriors, Ling Feng and his party entered the restaurant.

After the disciple in charge of recruiting troops explained his intention, the shopkeeper agreed immediately and agreed to hand over the kitchen to Ling Feng.

The chef in charge of the kitchen is also a strong man with big shoulders and round waist. It seems that most of the cooks are relatively obese. (PS: I just said most of them, not all of them. Of course there are some thin cooks.)

It's no wonder that the cook is exposed to all kinds of delicacies every day. If he loses control of his mouth, he will naturally gain weight.

"Brother, are you also a cook?"

The chef in charge glanced at Ling Feng, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. He was the most famous chef within a few hundred miles of Kunyun City. His cooking skills were superb, and he thought he was also the best in Kunyun City.

"Haha, understand a little, understand a little."

Ling Feng grinned. His cooking skills couldn't be said to be very high, but after all, he had trained with Shura Chef Master for several months.

Not to mention top chefs, they are already much higher than ordinary chefs.

"Turns out he's a half-ass!"

The chef in charge grinned and said, "Please be careful with my pot and spatula. Don't let me wear them out!"

Ling Feng didn't say much, he just said lightly: "Master, can I use my own pot?"

The chef in charge looked at the iron pot in Ling Feng's hand and smiled disdainfully, "It's just your broken pot that prevents me from using the top-quality iron pot produced by Wangdefu? Haha..."

The look of disdain in the head chef's eyes became even more intense. This boy was indeed an amateur!

Suddenly, the chef in charge saw that Ling Feng's iron pot seemed to have a very special pattern, and his eyelids twitched.

This logo seems a little familiar!

"hiss!"

The face of the chef in charge changed, "Boy, can you show me your pot?"

"Oh, let's take a look!"

Ling Feng casually threw the iron pot in his hand, and the chef in charge reached out to catch it. His hand was heavy, and there was a "dong" sound, and the iron pot hit the ground hard, and the chef in charge of the spoon used all his strength. , and couldn't shake the iron pot at all.

Ling Feng snickered secretly. He had been carrying this iron pot on his back for several months in the Valley of the Evil Ones.

Naturally, he knew the weight of this iron pot very well.

Ordinary saint-level powerhouses can't even think of swaying him even a little bit. This chef is just a personal king at best.

The warriors who were watching the excitement around saw the chef's face turn green, and they burst out laughing, "They are all fat people, you can't do this!"

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, picked up the iron pot and said calmly: "Master, could you please prepare some ingredients for me?"

The face of the head chef changed slightly, and he no longer dared to look down on Ling Feng, and said in a deep voice: "Little... little brother, what do you need?"