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

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect noticed something was wrong, but as soon as they finished speaking, they immediately felt a wave of cold air hitting their faces.

After taking a closer look, he found that the Dao Yizong disciples were all staring at him with murderous intent, like killing beasts.

The feeling was completely beyond description in words. Being locked in the gazes of all the Taoist Sect disciples, the Qingyun Sect disciples only felt a chill on their backs.

"What did you just say? Are you going to overturn the table?"

Chen Mu, the leader of the inner disciple of Divine Sword Peak, said in a calm but extremely cold tone.

Hearing this, all the Qingyun Sect disciples were stunned. No, what are these guys doing? Want to eat people or something?

This fight is a fight. What does your expression mean? Did I dig up your ancestral grave?

Obviously he didn't know how much those words had stimulated the Dao Yizong disciples.

For the disciples of Dao Yizong, if you destroy my job, that means we are irreconcilable.

But now, people like Qingyun Sect actually want to overturn the table so that they have no soup to drink. They are simply deserving of death.

Without saying a word, Chen Mu took the lead, followed closely by the junior disciples behind him.

At this moment, the disciples of Dao Yizong are completely different from before. Every one of them has transformed into Qin Shanhai, which is crazy.

His eyes were red, as if he wanted to tear these Qingyun Sect disciples alive.

Not only Chen Mu, but also Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping, Hong Zun and Qingshi were all completely crazy.

Hong Zun and Qingshi, who were originally two against three, changed from their previous decline. Just like Qin Shanhai, they were not unreasonable at all and just risked their lives.

This confused the three Qingyun Sect saints. They just said something and turned the table over. Hong Zun and Qingshi seemed to have changed in an instant.

He didn't care about his own injuries at all and just fought tooth and nail.

I'm completely stunned. Are you asking for death?

The battle situation suddenly changed again. Dao Yizong, who was originally on the defensive, slowly turned into an offensive at this moment.

And if any Qingyun Sect disciple dares to take a look at the cauldrons in front of Ye Changqing, there is no doubt that he will immediately be attacked by a group of Dao and Sect disciples.

In this way, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, let alone flipping the table, were beaten back and forth, getting further and further away from the table.

Ye Changqing didn't notice this, and was busy making soup.

But suddenly, a strong smell of blood came over.

Logically speaking, on such a battlefield, the smell of blood is perfectly normal, but there is something wrong with the strong smell of blood.

Looking up in confusion, Ye Changqing's eyes widened.

"Fuck..."

What the hell is this?

I saw in front of the table a bloody man whose upper body was naked, or whose upper body clothes were in tatters. I don't know when he appeared here.

He is really a bloody man, with blood all over his body, and the large and small scars on his body are even more painful to look at.

With so many injuries, how the hell can you still survive?

Looking down, Ye Changqing soon lost his composure and saw that the bloody man was still holding half of a person in his hand.

A man with only the upper body, the lower body was cut off at the waist.

Sensing Ye Changqing's gaze, the bloody man threw away the corpse in his hand, then coughed twice.

"Ahem, your soup tastes good. No wonder I saw so many people coming just now."

The bloody man was none other than Qin Shanhai, the master of Blood Knife Peak.

As for the half person in his hand, it was one of the four Qingyun Sect saints who had just fought with him.

With one against four, one person was killed. Although he seemed to be seriously injured, it was already outrageous.

"Um...you...are you okay?"

Looking at Qin Shanhai, Ye Changqing was really afraid that he would leave immediately if he could not catch his breath, mainly because this guy looked very bad now.

Not to mention anything else, the internal organs could already be seen in the wound on the abdomen, and the left shoulder was almost severed.

There were deep wounds on his thighs and chest, and he was weak when speaking. Moreover, watching Qin Shanhai finish a bowl of soup, Ye Changqing lost his composure at all.

I've finished the soup, but what the hell do you mean by giving me back a bowl of blood?

Vomiting blood while drinking soup?

"I'm going to fight again, cough, remember to leave a bowl for me."

Placing the bowl down, Qin Shanhai turned around and was about to leave. Upon seeing this, Ye Changqing said worriedly.

"Well, if Master Feng doesn't take a break, you're so injured......"

"Ahem, pfft, it's a small injury, it's okay."

But Qin Shanhai didn't care at all, and disappeared directly on the spot, but at some point, there seemed to be a piece of intestines left on the ground?

Looking at the large intestine on the ground, it should belong to Peak Master Qin, right? probably...........

Just at this moment, Xu Jie hurried over and said excitedly.

"Have some soup."

Then without looking at it, he picked up the bowl that Qin Shanhai drank from just now and drank it in one gulp.

"Third senior brother, wait a minute..."

Not giving Ye Changqing a chance to stop him, Xu Jie said doubtfully until he finished it.

"What's wrong, junior brother?"

Looking at the empty bowl, Ye Changqing said blankly.

"No...nothing..."

"Then I'll go and drink again later."

The battle situation was quite stressful. After all, there was still a gap in numbers. Xu Jie did not dare to delay. He turned around and left, muttering as he walked.

"It's strange, why does this soup smell so much of blood?"

As he spoke, Xu Jie felt as if there was some residue in his mouth. He vomited it a few times, and finally a mouthful of something that looked like viscera residue came out.

Looking at Xu Jie's retreating back, Ye Changqing wanted to call him out, but in the end he couldn't.

Forget it, it's better to let things like this rot in your stomach. Sometimes it's not good to know too much.

Continue to cook the soup.

Then Qin Shanhai came a few more times, but every time he came, Ye Changqing had an eye-opening feeling.

For the first time, his left hand was gone and cut off at shoulder level, but at the same time, Qin Shanhai also held a severed thigh in his hand.

The second time he came, a big hole was opened in his chest. Ye Changqing could even see the beating heart at a glance.

But at the same time, Qin Shanhai also held a fresh arm in his hand.

The third time he came, most of his waist was cut off, leaving only a little skin and flesh. Even when he drank the soup, Ye Changqing felt that the soup seemed to have flowed out along the wound.

But this time, he directly took a human head in his hand, the head of a saint from the Qingyun Sect.

So, Madman Qin has killed two Qingyun Sect saints?

Just seeing him like this, Ye Changqing couldn't help but say.

"Peak Master Qin, why don't we take a break."

"Cough cough, puff, puff, cough cough...it doesn't matter, it's just a minor injury, I can still fight again."

"By the way, your soup tastes good."

After saying that, he turned around and went again.

As for the saints of the Qingyun Sect who fought against Qin Shanhai, there were only two left from the previous four, and they were all missing arms and legs. At this time, his eyes were full of anger and roared.

"What a crazy critic. This guy is a crazy critic. I will fight with him."

"Cough cough......"

But before he finished speaking, two coughs sounded out, and the body of the Qingyun Sect saint could be clearly seen, and he couldn't help but tremble.