The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

The disciples in charge of patrolling the mountain all had dark circles under their eyes and were full of exhaustion.

Last night, I was on full alert all night, and I didn't even encounter a single hair.

Everyone was exhausted, hungry and tired, and headed towards the kitchen.

Chen Xuan also finally crawled out from under the bed, full of hunger, gurgling, and followed the crowd towards the kitchen.

As soon as he walked out, many disciples immediately recognized him and their faces were startled.

"Hey, look, isn't that Chen Xuan?"

"Fuck, where did he come from? It's been four days in a row, where did he go?"

"I thought he was dead?"

"Quick, hurry up and inform Brother Fang Dao!"

...

Chen Xuan didn't care about the restlessness of the crowd. He just wanted to eat now.

It's not too late to squeeze to death after you've eaten your fill first!

"Liu Dashan, give me twenty buns!"

Chen Xuan came to the kitchen and said.

Liu Dashan, who was in charge of the kitchen, had a displeased expression on his face. He glanced at Chen Xuan, and said in a strange way: "Twenty buns? What a big tone, the old man thinks that you can only have five buns at most."

Liu Dashan was a nickname given to him by people in the Jianghu, but no one can remember what his real name was.

However, although his nickname is Liu Dashan, the deeds he does have nothing to do with good deeds. This guy hates women very much. Once he meets a beautiful woman, he will always try to kill her, and then chop it into meat, or boil it Soup, or made into buns, and then donated to the poor.

So people who don't know him regard him as a great benevolent person.

Only people from their Five Poisons Sect know that what this fellow has done has nothing to do with good deeds.

"Stop talking nonsense, twenty first!"

Chen Xuan said.

"Xiao Zei, if you can't finish eating in a while, don't blame the old man for cutting off a few catties of meat from your body!"

Liu Dashan placed twenty steamed buns together with the ladder cage heavily in front of Chen Xuan, at the same time drew out a butcher's knife, rubbed it on his thigh, and glanced at Chen Xuan with an unkind expression.

Chen Xuan also glanced at Liu Dashan in displeasure.

Damn, I eat as soon as I say, you bite me?

He started to eat like crazy.

Fist-sized steamed stuffed buns, basically three or two bites, the speed is extremely fast, like a hungry wolf.

A group of disciples of the Five Poison Sect originally wanted to watch a good show, thinking that Chen Xuan's head was trapped by the door, and he dared to provoke Liu Dashan, but he didn't expect that this fellow had such a big appetite?

Many people were dumbfounded as they watched the steamed stuffed buns quickly enter his stomach.

"Fuck, this guy has been hiding for four days and starved for four days, right?"

"It's possible, otherwise how can you eat like this?"

...

at this time!

A loud voice suddenly came from a distance, saying: "Fucking Chen Xuan, you finally died, you thought you could hide for a lifetime, where do I see you going today?"

Everyone turned their heads one after another, showing the slightest gloating smile.

"Fang's gang is here."

"There's a good show to watch."

Liu Dashan on the side also laughed sinisterly, rubbed the black mole with his palm, and said with a smile: "Little zei, let me see what you should do? Even if you finish eating the buns, those people will not let you go !"

Chen Xuan ate more than a dozen of the twenty steamed stuffed buns in one go. Liu Dashan felt quite uncomfortable immediately, feeling like being contradicted by others, so no matter how he looked at Chen Xuan, he was upset.

Chen Xuan was too lazy to bother him, so he continued to binge eat.

While eating, drink soup at the same time.

Fang Dao's face was gloomy, and he finally came from a distance with seven or eight disciples. Seeing that Chen Xuan was still sitting where he was and continued to binge eat, he couldn't help but feel even colder in his heart.

Wang Fang, a bastard next to him, was the first to be furious, jumped out, and said, "Chen Xuan, see Senior Brother Fang Dao coming, why don't you welcome him?"

As soon as he went up, he kicked over Chen Xuan's table, and the only three buns left fell to the ground.

Chen Xuan was furious, and suddenly stood up from the bench, exuding an indescribably wild aura.

Wang Fang was taken aback, and felt that Chen Xuan seemed to be a completely different person at this moment, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, and seemed to be much taller than before.

Before Wang Fang could speak, Chen Xuan grabbed it with his big hand, pressed Wang Fang's head, and pressed it hard on the ground.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Wang Fang screamed in pain, and Chen Xuan pushed his whole body to the ground, his head seemed to be pressed by a door, and more than half of him fell into the mud.

"Ah, forgive me!"

Wang Fang screamed miserably.

"Damn it, I'm eating, what are you comparing to? Kicking my table? I'll crush you to death today, who can stand up for you?"

Chen Xuan had a brutal expression on his face, and pressed Wang Fang's forehead tightly, completely ignoring this guy as a human being, as if pressing a scarecrow.

Although the iron cloth shirt is a low-level skill, but after practicing it, it is definitely a wild one.

This is the case with Chen Xuan at the moment!

Even he himself doesn't know, but now his height is at least three centimeters higher than before, and the muscles of his arms and thighs are half a circle thicker than before. Not only is his defensive power extremely high, but his explosive power is also extremely strong!

Fang arrived at a group of dogs beside him, all of them changed their expressions.

"Boldly Chen Xuan, you still don't stop!"

"Stop now!"

A group of them all rushed over, and went up to greet Chen Xuan with various palm techniques, leg techniques, and acupressure.