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

Hong Bai has lived for hundreds of years, and this is the first time he has seen such a situation!

"Could it be that I'm getting old and my ears are hearing wrong?"

How can there be 20 magic weapons at once?

How can it be?

"No, I'm a guy now."

Hong Bai was dazed and wanted to touch his beard, but he touched his now smooth chin.

Isn't this a refining master who has nothing to do to practice?

Also in Qingfeng Mountain?

Thinking of this, Hong Bai was a little excited.

Such a genius figure, he also wants to get acquainted.

Perhaps, through this line, you can meet the great power of the great kindness to make fried liver!

He excitedly shrank into inches and came to the place where the sword qi burst out.

In front of him was an unremarkable room.

And it looks like it hasn't been renovated in a long time.

"Am I mistaken?"

Hong Bai was puzzled, it shouldn't be, the place where the sword qi was sensed was here.

Just as he was wondering, he felt a vigorous aura burst out from the room!

It was also accompanied by a strong salty fragrance, which invaded his nasal cavity domineeringly, making him uneasy!

And this aroma also faintly overshadowed the sword qi, it seems that it is the main body!

What's going on with this strange sense of disobedience?

Thinking of the mouth-watering fried liver before, Hong Bai was shocked.

Are the current grandmasters good at this?

Do you want to adjust the flavor of the refiner?

How do you eat the magic weapon?

Could it be that when you fight with others, you pull out a plate of meat full of fat and aroma?

But Hong Bai's cultivation in his infancy is a packing ticket, and the sword qi is definitely coming out of this room!

He cautiously pushed open the door and entered the small kitchen of Qingfeng Mountain.

"Senior, excuse me."

While slowly pushing the door, he also said hello.

After all, a refiner who is so arrogant is not much higher than him in terms of cultivation and Dao intention alone!

Surprisingly, there was no one in the kitchen.

There was only a cauldron gurgling and a fire burning underneath.

The room is full of heat, and the fragrance is full of freshness!

Hong Bai wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and slowly approached the cauldron.

The lid of the pot was tossed to the ground by the hot air rushing to the top.

He looked inside the pot.

Full of ribs in a brown sauce that rises and falls slightly with the juice.

The crystal surface is covered with crystal, and it is extremely moisturizing.

There are many finely crumpled petals clinging to the ribs, and the brilliant red color adds to the bright color.

There is a unique fragrance in the meat aroma, and a fragrant and sour atmosphere.

If there is nothing, it is like the flowing silk of the fairy in the sky, and people can't help but want to catch it and find out.

Bring it into the hall of pork ribs and linger.

When Hong Bai noticed, he was already staring at him, stretching his neck for a long time, and he was about to go into the pot!

It was the bursting of the bubbles of the sauce that brought him to his senses!

Drunk, really drunk!

Hong Bai finally stabilized his Dao heart and straightened up.

Calm your mind and meditate, but you can't steal food.

But the juice dripping from the ribs firmly grasped his heart like a whirlpool, and the saliva soaked the big robe!

Incense is really incense.

But what about those 20 superb magic weapons?

He finally sounded his purpose and looked around the room.

In the end, he still looked at the pot again with a strange expression.

"No

..." his eyes glazed over, and he muttered to himself: "It seems that this rib is a magic weapon that exudes a fierce sword aura..."

It's still somewhat familiar.

At a glance, it was a few golden wooden swords!

He was struck by lightning!

It's so luxurious, this refiner actually uses gold and wood as a seasoning!

But how does this work?

It's impossible, take the ribs out and starve the other side, right?

It doesn't seem impossible...

Hong Bai remembered his gaffe just now, this rib was taken out, and the effect was no worse than some second-grade phantom arrays...

He picked up the long chopsticks on the side and wanted to turn the ribs in the pot to see it more realistically.

He swallowed, just to see, he would never eat it.

With the movement, the long chopsticks are about to touch the soft rotten pork ribs that seem to melt at the touch.

His heart also rose to his throat, and he became inexplicably nervous.

"Ding-"

A sharp sword roared, and the ribs flashed with white light, and the chopsticks in his hand flew away!

Yuanying's Hong Baiyi was defenseless, and he was also made to fall to the ground by the sword qi.

"Confess the Lord!"

He shouted in disbelief!

This rib actually recognizes the Lord!

The magic weapon is divided into grades, which can be simply divided into three to one product, and there are also heavenly products, holy products, immortal products, etc.

But judging the value of a magic weapon by grade alone is too ignorant and one-sided.

There are some magic weapons that may only be second-grade in themselves, but they have spiritual wisdom from the beginning of their birth.

They choose to use their own masters.

People who don't like it will be rejected even if they want to touch it.

Only when they meet a satisfactory candidate will they be satisfied with handing themselves over to their masters, from the beginning to the end.

As their master's cultivation improves, so do their abilities.

The more time you spend together, the more connected your hearts become.

Think about it, how terrifying it would be if there were several magic weapons that didn't need to be controlled by distraction when fighting the Fa?

They can even think for themselves and work in harmony with their owners.

After the owner is unconscious, protect it from harm.

This kind of magic weapon is hard to find.

It is often an accidental creation of heaven and earth.

I've never heard of someone refining it!

Once in the world, it will definitely attract a large wave of monks to fight!

Often, the victor is not yet recognized by the magic weapon.

And in front of Hong Bai, there is a pot full of wisdom... Chops.

"It's over, the Dao heart is collapsing."

Hong Bai trembled and hurriedly meditated and breathed.

There was a creak, and the wooden door was pushed open.

Wei Jitong came in sleepy-eyed.

He had been sleeping soundly when he heard a constant noise in the kitchen.

Thinking that the ribs were almost ready, I waited for a while to come over to the bed.

"Who are you? How is it in my kitchen?

Wei Jitong looked vigilantly at Hong Bai, who was sitting on the ground.

"Don't you want to steal it, it's for my junior brother."

Wei Jitong walked to the cauldron and observed the situation of the ribs.

"For junior brothers?"

Hong Bai was a little uncertain in fright, "You mean, you made this rib?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

Wei Jitong yawned and looked at him suspiciously.

Hong Bai was dizzy, he obviously felt that this disciple's cultivation was only qi refining?

He thought of a terrifying possibility.

Tentatively, he hesitated and asked, "The fried liver a few days ago?"

"You know that, huh? Looks like you're an elder who ate somewhere? "

Hong Bai's appearance has changed too much now, and Wei Jitong didn't recognize it.

"Well, I did it too."

"It's just a bowl of fried liver, don't care. If the elder wants to eat, I'll just make a few more bowls. A stick of incense.

Wei Jitong thought that he came here to explain that he was eating fried liver.

In one fell swoop, the fried liver of the two Yuan babies who are close to the longevity of the two Yuan Yuan is about to be lived, as long as a stick of incense?

"The old man is

Hong Bai..." Hong Bai's eyes turned white and he fainted.

"Hey? What's wrong with you, don't scare me!

Wei Jitong was a little speechless when he saw Hong Bai who had passed out.

Early in the morning, what's going on?

But he can't manage it for the time being, and there is still a process for the ribs that has not been completed.