I am the God of Cooking. I fed the whole mountain to the sky.

Receiving many explosion-like messages, Fang Qi's brain was visibly overloaded.

I couldn't sleep all night with my eyes open, and all kinds of words were still wandering in my head.

came to the small courtyard with big dark circles, and saw the younger brothers and sisters again.

Waiting for the fragrant and soft eight-treasure porridge and crispy fritters to go down to his stomach, the abundant spiritual power in the dantian made him understand that yesterday's words were true.

He looked at Wei Jitong sitting on the Taishi chair in disbelief, and was very relieved in his heart.

"Okay, that's for the best." didn't control it, and this big man was in tears again.

"Senior brother, why do you cry now?" Wei Jitong was a little helpless, but his heart was warm, and he served Fang Qi another bowl of hot porridge.

"Happy, haha." Fang Qi lowered his head in embarrassment, covering up the sliding tears with the steaming heat.

"Senior Brother Fang, don't worry, we're strong now!" Liu San chewed on the fritters and rubbed beside him.

"Yes, with Senior Brother Wei's cooking, our progress is similar to that of the peak of the core area of the sect." Du Yu'er hula is another big mouthful of porridge.

"This year's secret realm assessment, strive to win Ze'an Peak!" She raised the bowl menacingly, "Hehe, another bowl." "

Take Ze'an Peak!"

"Take Ze'an Peak!"

The other disciples also shouted excitedly with something in their mouths.

Since Wei Jitong said that Ze Anfeng was not unavoidable, they were full of enthusiasm in their hearts, and this sentence became a routine cheering word.

"Poof!" Fang Qi spit out a mouthful of eight-treasure porridge and choked.

Their Qingfeng Mountain is not up or down in the Ze'an Sect, and their aura is quite strong.

When the master is still there, he still has a certain right to speak. Now there is no master to suppress the formation, and there is only Bai Dong'er in the mountain.

wants to replace Ze'an Feng, some idiots are dreaming.

Now Qingfeng Mountain's strength is far from qualified.

But it's also a good thing that everyone's heart performance is so high. It's much better than the lifeless atmosphere before.

"Take Ze'an Peak!" He also learned to shout.

He got up and tried to put the dishes and chopsticks back, but the pain in his heart came from his heart.

Not again!

Fang Qi trembled, trying his best to control his expression and make his movements as natural as possible.

Despite this, the hand he put down the bowl kept trembling, and dense beads of sweat soon oozed from his forehead.

"I'll go back to my room and tidy it up first." After leaving these words, Fang Qi left in a hurry.

Wei Jitong was rocking on the Taishi chair, looking at the hot tea, but the corners of his eyes kept looking at him.

Back in the room, Fang Qi closed the door with his last strength and could no longer support it.

"Bang!"

His tall body seemed to be weak, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

Rolling up his sleeves, his arms were covered with blood-soaked bandages, and when removed, the hideous wounds were all over his eyes.

The blood vessels bulged exaggeratedly, and the veins that should have been cyan were now like countless thin black snakes passing through them.

He struggled to pull a knife from his waist and slice open his shirt.

From the mouth of the heart, there are intricately intertwined black lines like tree roots, which flow all over the body with the beating of the heart, which is terrifying.

The sharp white blade was pressed against the arm.

Fang Qi's eyes were blood-red, and he shook it hard!

Black blood gushed out and flowed down his arm to the ground, making a corrosive sound!

Seeing that the number was not enough, Fang Qi cut a few more knives in a row!

After doing this, he was completely discouraged, and his hands hung down.

After about a quarter of an hour, the color of the blood gradually clouded and then turned a dull red.

Fang Qi lay on the ground gasping for air, and after the black blood ran out, he felt more comfortable.

After another quarter of an hour, he sat up, re-bandaged, and swept the floor.

When he was done, he moved to the bed with a sigh of relief, and thought in a daze.

When he saw the situation of Qingfeng Mountain, he was really anxious.

But he is only a foundation, and his strength is weak. Even if you enter the secret realm, you can't get the genius treasure in front of you.

No one wants to help Qingfeng Mountain, and the only one who can rely on them is themselves.

Normal cultivation is too slow, and Senior Sister Li's situation is so critical.

Senior Sister Bai even forced a smile every day, but she was afraid that after a long time, her cultivation mood would be damaged.

Senior Brother Wei is still waiting for him to protect him.

Qingfeng Mountain can't give it away in the secret realm assessment, he can't wait!

He chose to cultivate the Blood Erosion Dafa.

This kind of exercise is equivalent to using the future as fuel to burn out the muscles, veins and bones. In exchange, the cultivation speed is doubled, and the strength that can break out across the two levels can be exploded!

With his foundation building and cultivation, it is equivalent to a weak golden pill!

At first, I just felt itchy in my bones, but in the second stage, the blood flow was like a knife.

In the end, he was like this, his body had been corroded to the point that he needed to be bled every once in a while to relieve the pain.

Once every seven days, once every three days, once every half day... The interval is constantly shortening.

Now, Fang Qi needed to release poisonous blood every two hours, and the amount was getting bigger and bigger.

All those who have cultivated the Blood Erosion Dafa to the third stage will definitely have bone erosion and blood decay within three years, like ghosts.

No matter how strong it is, it will end up like a skeleton, and it will be devoured into a pool of dirty blood in unimaginable pain.

There is no turning back.

There is no cure, and it is difficult to save the gods.

If only he knew that Senior Brother Wei would be so powerful now, it would be good if he hadn't practiced at that time, Fang Qi looked at the bandages that were soaked in new blood.

However, now Qingfeng Mountain's strength is not enough, and he can still do his part for his senior sisters and brothers in the secret realm assessment!

You can't let everyone know about worrying.

Fang Qi tightly wrapped the new bandage again, he practiced the Blood Erosion Dafa too diligently, and the speed of decay was much faster than the previous record.

I just want to have more time for myself.

After cleaning with cold water, he cleaned up his expression and pushed open the door with a smile.

A slightly cold autumn wind blew, bringing up a burst of dead leaves.

Wei Jitong was just a few steps away from his door, looking at the mountains in the distance.

"Senior brother, it's cold, remember to add more clothes so as not to catch a cold."

"I know, it's okay, senior brother, don't you know, you're as strong as a cow."

Fang Qi put his arm around Wei Jitong's shoulders and laughed.

I don't know if it's because he is dazzled, but I always feel that my junior brother's eyes are faintly red.

After coming back this time, Fang Qi obviously felt that Wei Jitong was not calm and matured a lot.

"Senior brother, you will always be a little brat! Don't think about taking responsibility all the time.

"I know." Wei Jitong also laughed, no matter how good he was now and how many unbelievable dishes he could make, Fang Qi was still afraid that he would be under too much pressure.

"By the way, Senior Brother, what do you want to eat at noon?"

"Eat? No, you must be working hard to cook, take more rest.

At the insistence of Wei Jitong's eyes, he hesitated and said, "Then I want to eat something warm, it's best to have a heavier taste haha!"

When he got out of Senior Brother Fang's courtyard, the smile on Wei Jitong's face gradually collapsed, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Blood Erosion Dafa, right?

Senior brother loses blood and blood, right?

Fuck you mother!

Lao Tzu makes a big blood-replenishing dish, gives you all the tm to replenish it back, and eats it until you have a nosebleed!

Men can't say no!