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

Listening to Xu Jie's scolding, Zhao Zhengping curled his lips and said.

"Okay, when these words come out of your mouth, they are not convincing at all."

"hey-hey."

Hearing this, Xu Jie didn't get angry and just giggled.

Under the treatment of Xu Jie and others, more than ten cattle were quickly dealt with.

Now there is no need for Ye Changqing to do such dirty work. Xu Jie and Zhao Zhengping are definitely good hands.

And don't feel tired, many other disciples want to help, but they don't even have the qualifications.

According to Xu Jie's words, he is clumsy and will only cause trouble. Besides, why are you so close to Junior Brother Changqing when you have nothing to do and want to cheat him out of food?

After resting until lunch was about to start, Ye Changqing walked into the kitchen and started cooking.

The beef had been cleaned and cut according to his requirements, and there were other side dishes.

Let’s have boiled beef for lunch today.

Because the meat used is the meat of ordinary cattle, not monsters, the effect of the dishes must be discounted.

The same craftsmanship but different ingredients will definitely have different effects.

Of course, the taste is the same.

Moreover, for the disciples, the efficacy of this ingredient does not seem to be at the top of the list. It is better to have it, but it is not unacceptable to not have it.

[Spicy boiled beef has a delicious numbing aroma and tender meat. It has the effect of strengthening the meridians. The current grade is perfect. 】

It is not a very complicated dish, and Ye Changqing has already mastered it to a perfect level.

The preparation started, and as Ye Changqing was making lunch in the kitchen, many disciples were already fighting fiercely outside the courtyard.

And this time, the Putuo Temple disciples from the morning naturally joined in.

They all came early to wait, and Xu Jie also told them the rules.

The handyman disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, deacons, and elders all have their own battlefields.

Outer disciples can only compete with outer disciples and are not allowed to take action against disciples of other levels.

The rules are not complicated, and these Putuo Temple disciples understood them quickly.

"That's fair enough."

"Competition between disciples of the same level should be about [-]-[-]."

Such rules have greatly increased the confidence of the disciples of Putuo Temple. They dare not say that they can definitely win against the disciples of the Taoist sect, but it should be possible to achieve a [-]-[-] split.

So, from the looks of it, there is no chance of getting food.

But such thoughts did not last long. As everyone started fighting, the disciples of Putuo Temple were stunned for an instant.

Because the methods of these people are really dirty.

Especially the disciples of Shenjian Peak, apart from not violating the rules, they are doing everything possible.

The most important thing is, how come these guys' techniques are different from what they know?

For example, right now, an inner disciple of Putuo Temple happened to meet an inner disciple of Divine Sword Peak.

Without saying a word, this inner disciple of Divine Sword Peak just slapped it with one palm.

"Bald donkey, look at my soft palm."

Cotton palm? A mere yellow-level spell?

This Putuo Temple disciple scoffed at this at first. It was just a joke. How powerful could a yellow-level spell be? This is too underestimated.

But when the palm print really fell, the Putuo Temple disciple was stunned.

The overwhelming spiritual power palm prints were like huge waves covering the sky, covering him instantly.

"What the hell is this Mianzhang?"

What kind of cotton palm can have such power? It was simply terrifying.

Moreover, after trying to resist, the Putuo Temple disciple was completely speechless, and all his Xuan-level spells were useless.

The power was immediately removed by Mianzhang.

"Transformation...Transformation level..."

It wasn't until here that this Putuo Temple disciple realized that the cotton palm used by this guy had reached the transformation level.

For a moment he didn't know what to say.

First of all, what crazy person in the world would spend a lot of time practicing a yellow-level magic? He has also cultivated to the state of transformation.

This is obviously a disproportion between effort and gain.

Yellow-level spells, because the level is here, have limited power. If you have the time to study a yellow-level spell, why not just practice an earth-level spell?

Even if you have cultivated to the Dacheng realm, the power is definitely stronger than the Mianzhang at the Transformation realm, and it's not even a little bit stronger.

Naturally, this disciple of Putuo Temple didn't know that although Mianzhang's power was limited, it was very useful when grabbing food.

With a slap of his palm, the Putuo Temple disciple was directly controlled by Mian Zhan. As for the Divine Sword Peak disciple, he smiled slightly.

"That's it? You don't even have the magic of transformation, and you still want to grab a meal?"

"you................."

Why am I just eating, what does it have to do with the transformation level spell? The rules don't say that you can't eat without a transformation-level spell.

It is true that there is no such rule, but looking at the battlefield at this time, the spells performed by everyone who has the opportunity to seize the position, without exception, are all at the transformation level.

What's the Mianzhang, what's the Tangle of Hands, what's the Flowing Light Step, any one of them, they're all at the transformation level.

The realm-transformation technique, which is rarely seen in daily life, seems to have become a must-have for everyone here in Dao Yizong.

I was stunned to see what was going on with these Dao Yizong disciples and why everyone's spells were at the transformation level.

Moreover, they are all yellow-level.

After being completely crushed by magic, coupled with various other dirty methods, the disciples of Putuo Temple collapsed at the first touch.

Of course, there are also people who think they are smart. I am not the opponent of Dao Yizong. Well, then I won’t fight with you. I will go find the disciples of Kumu Temple.

You have to pick a soft persimmon and squeeze it. If you can't beat your Daoyizong, can you still beat Kumu'an?

Therefore, an outer disciple of Putuo Temple took the initiative to find a disciple of Kumu'an. The two had similar cultivation levels, but this disciple of Putuo Temple looked confident.

"Junior sister, please leave this meal to me."

He looked at the little nun with a smile and said, Hearing this, the disciple of Kumu Temple looked calm and said in a deep voice.

"You won't know until you fight. Let's see the moves."

After saying this, the Kumu Temple disciple took the initiative to attack, while the Putuo Temple disciple smiled confidently.

"Useless Junior Sister, you can't even break through my defense, look at my Buddhist Golden Bell... Wow... ....."

A golden light of Buddha's power emerged from the whole body.

The golden bell, the supreme defensive technique in Buddhism, is easy to learn but difficult to master.

It is almost not difficult to get started, but it is very difficult to cultivate to great success or even perfection.

But the defensive ability is indeed abnormal, so almost all the disciples of Putuo Temple practice this technique.

However, the golden bell was indeed displayed, but before the words could be spoken, the disciple screamed.

On the other hand, the disciple of Kumu Temple had cold eyes, his right hand turned into a claw, and he firmly grasped the life gate, saying softly.

"Dragon Claw Hand."

"Ouch... let go, junior sister, let go."

What the hell, the Perfect Level Dragon Claw Hand, and what the hell are you grabbing at that spot... it happens to be the Achilles heel of the entry-level Golden Bell.