God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Thinking of Ye Changqing's outrageous cooking skills, Ma Qiankun felt full of confidence, as if the pure-blooded phoenix was already in his pocket.

But the old man opposite didn't know what Ma Qiankun was thinking. Seeing that he was silent, he thought he was in a low mood, so he comforted him.

"I say you don't have to be so pessimistic. This pure-blooded Phoenix is ​​rare to see. There is no harm in giving it a try, even if you can only get a few bits and pieces."

"At worst, it won't be a big deal if I give you some."

The old man opened his mouth to comfort him, but upon hearing this, Ma Qiankun raised his eyebrows and said unhappily.

"I want you to share with me? Haha, this pure-blooded phoenix is ​​mine, Ma Qiankun. Even the city lord can't keep it. That's what I said."

Ok? ? ?

Seeing Ma Qiankun's appearance, the old man was a little stunned, with a lot of question marks in his mind.

What's wrong with this guy? Why is he talking nonsense?

If we are talking about Ma Qiankun's cooking skills, then there is no doubt that he can be ranked among the top among all the elders in the Kitchen King Immortal City.

It's definitely competitive.

But the rules don't allow the elders to take action, but allow their disciples to take action.

Ma Qiankun himself is a good person, but his disciples are really hard to describe.

I don’t know if this guy is not destined to have this thing, but in all these years, he has never received a disciple with extremely talented talents.

Even the most outstanding guy is the tallest among short guys, which is purely a case of forcing a duck to climb the tree.

Compared with the disciples of other elders, his true colors were exposed in an instant and he paled in comparison.

Therefore, the old man actually didn't have much hope from the beginning. In a word, Ma Qiankun's disciples were too bad.

But now, the old man was a little confused as to what was going on with this old man's confident look.

Faced with the old man's suspicion, Ma Qiankun didn't say much, just said one sentence.

"I want this pure-blooded fairy phoenix. We'll see what happens when the time comes."

"Are you...are you serious?"

"You think I'm kidding you?"

"I haven't heard that you've accepted any disciples recently."

"You'll know then."

Ma Qiankun refused to say anything, and the old man was confused. He was full of doubts until he left.

I just can't figure out what Ma Qiankun is up to and where his confidence comes from.

Moreover, even if he found a disciple with good talent, he would still need time to train him.

The disciples under their other elders have all been carefully trained for many years to reach their current level.

You're just getting started, how capable are you?

The old man couldn't figure it out, but since Ma Qiankun didn't say anything, there was nothing he could do. He could only wait and see.

Ma Qiankun was already looking forward to the pure-blooded fairy phoenix. With Ye Changqing's cooking skills, getting a pure-blooded fairy phoenix would not be a problem at all, it was a sure thing.

After being depressed for so many years, it's finally time for Ma Qiankun to hold his head high.

This time it's his turn to shine.

Not knowing what had happened to Ma Qiankun, Ye Changqing lay in the yard for a while. Until dusk, Huang Chong still hadn't come back.

I got up and cooked some home-cooked dishes, poured myself a glass of wine, and drank it comfortably.

Ye Changqing likes this feeling very much. Even now, Ye Changqing still retains many habits of ordinary people.

For example, every evening, after a "day of hard work", Ye Changqing likes to prepare a few dishes. In the past, he would do so with the Fairy of Flowers and a few other girls, but now he does it alone and has a drink.

It can also be regarded as a farewell to a day's hard work and give yourself some relaxation.

He ate and drank slowly, but as time went by, there was no sign of Huang Chong, and Ye Changqing couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Where did this kid go?

It's time to come back. Could something have happened?

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, Huang Chong stumbled in from outside the door, but at this time his whole body was already stained with blood.

His right hand was covering his left shoulder, and his entire left arm was gone. Blood flowed down the wound on his shoulder and dyed his clothes red.

Seeing Huang Chong in such a miserable state, Ye Changqing stepped forward and asked while checking his injuries.

"what happened?"

The injury was not serious. There were no internal injuries, only the left arm was cut off.

However, there is a trace of spiritual power and power of laws of the Emperor Realm remaining at the wound site, which is why Huang Chong has not been able to regenerate his broken arm until now.

Otherwise, with Huang Chong's cultivation level, it would not be difficult for him to regenerate a broken arm.

Helping Huang Chong to sit down on the chair, Ye Changqing slowly placed his palm on Huang Chong's wound.

A burst of spiritual power gushed out.

The person who attacked Huang Chong should be an emperor, so Huang Chong had no way to dissolve the other party's spiritual power.

However, it is not a difficult task for Ye Changqing, who also has the cultivation level of an emperor.

As his own spiritual power enveloped the wound of Huang Chong, the remaining spiritual power initially wanted to struggle and resist, counterattacking frantically.

However, it was quickly suppressed by Ye Changqing's spiritual power, and then shattered and dissipated in more than ten breaths.

Without the suppression of this spiritual power, Huang Chong circulated the spiritual power in his body, and flesh and blood regenerated from the wound. His severed left arm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After successfully recovering from his injuries, Ye Changqing sat down at the side and asked.

"What happened? My hands were chopped off."

Facing Ye Changqing's question, Huang Chong gritted his teeth and spoke angrily.

"It's still that mad dog Zhao Qinglin."

"Zhao Qinglin? He dares to attack you?"

Hearing this, Ye Changqing was a little suspicious. Could it be that Zhao Qinglin had lost his mind? Was he still not aware of his current situation?

Even at this time, he still dares to attack Huang Chong. Does he think he is not dying fast enough?

Ye Changqing couldn't understand where Zhao Qinglin got the courage from.

He should be very clear that his life and death now basically depends on Ye Changqing's thoughts.

Just one sentence can make Zhao Qinglin disappear completely. At this time, Zhao Qinglin doesn't think about how to save his life, but dares to attack Huang Chong?

Moreover, the action has already begun. Even if Zhao Qinglin is completely desperate and wants to throw the jar into the ground and fight to the death, he will lose everything.

Then you can just kill Huang Chong directly, what's the point of just cutting off his arm?

For a monk who has reached the holy realm, regenerating a broken arm is a routine operation and is not considered a serious injury at all.

There is absolutely no reason for Zhao Qinglin's behavior.

Finally, there is the aura of the Emperor Realm, which is obviously not from Zhao Qinglin, as Zhao Qinglin’s cultivation is not up to the Emperor Realm.

Someone else took action.

He looked at Huang Chong calmly, motioning him to continue talking about what happened when he went out today and what Zhao Qinglin's current situation was.

Even after all this, Zhao Qinglin was still able to jump around, which surprised Ye Changqing a little.