I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

Sword-driving training is back to practice, and it is impossible for Su Zuo to really rely on sword-driving to fly to the new sect.

Wuming Shenzong and Xihe Holy Land are located in the middle continent of Xuanmeng Realm, but they are far away from each other, located at opposite ends of the continent.

Because of the opposing forces, there was no teleportation array connecting the two areas. Su Zuo was carried away by his master, and it took him more than half an hour to reach the edge of Wuming Shen Sect's ninth domain.

Luo Cangshan looked relaxed, but Su Zuo experienced the most spectacular situation in his life and almost collapsed.

The beautiful scenery in front of her barely healed her.

Su Zui listened to the order and bled on several stones on the roadside. He originally wanted to appear nonchalant, but in the end he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Let the sword formation recognize you."

Luo Cangshan seemed a lot more patient at this time, "Lest you get cut by the sword formation if you don't learn how to run around."

Peeled...

Su Zuo was silent, not knowing where to complain.

Is this the master's assumption that she won't learn?

As a teacher, shouldn't we advise her to learn something? ?

Su Zuo looked around, and with her current eyesight, she could not see the murderous intentions hidden in the colorful mountains.

He must be someone whose life will be cut off by the sword array.

Luo Cangshan's voice was indifferent, and he suddenly said: "It smells so good."

Su Zuo was surprised.

What died?

Did she see a dead person as soon as she entered the door?

He is indeed a villain, so murderous!

Su Zuo was suddenly lifted up again, her eyes were dazzled, and the scenery passed through her vision like fast forward.

Only after she stood firm did she realize what Luo Cangshan was talking about.

She smelled it too.

Mudd! smell good!

Su Zuo's best wish before was to open a farm in the sect, but she hadn't had time to think about how to eat it in detail.

Now that she smelled that charming fragrance, she just felt like she didn't have to think about it.

Is this the legendary barbecue!

What a magical life it is to be able to eat something like this!

She stared intently at the fire in front of her, unable to move her eyes away. There were two or three roasted pigeon-like birds on the hand-cut wooden branches on the fire. The crispy skin was sizzling with oil, drop by drop. It fell into the fire and exploded with sparks.

The complex burnt aroma is accompanied by a spicy aroma that attracts greedy people, and there is also a hint of indescribable fruity freshness that neutralizes the mellowness of the oil, overwhelming Su Zui's sense of smell.

Su Zuo looked at the burning bird blankly.

suddenly!

The hand that was turning the skewers shook, obviously frightened, and the heavy wood branch almost fell into the burning fire with the meat attached!

A shadow as fast as lightning immediately caught several strings of roasted birds.

"who!"

The boy who lost the skewers shouted loudly and looked at them with wide eyes. The sword in his hand was unsheathed. The shocking power made Su Zuo feel a little pain in his face for a moment.

This young man didn't look much older than her, but his cultivation level was definitely higher than the Xiantian realm.

Is genius so worthless now?

Isn't even a kebab boy with a higher level of cultivation than her?

Luo Cangshan carried the rescued skewer, frowned majestically and scolded: "What are you doing!"

"Master...Master?" The young man couldn't believe it. "How did you change like this? Who is this?"

He looked at Su Zuo.

"Master, is there anything wrong with this?"

Su Zuo looked at him in confusion, and now she had some idea of ​​his identity.

It's probably either the seventh senior brother or the eighth senior brother.

The young man hesitated to speak, his face full of doubt.

Just seeing his face clearly, Su Zuo was still shocked. This boy still didn't look like a villain at all!

He is about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slightly darker complexion, deep facial features, and very clean lines on his childish face. When holding a sword, he is a cheerful and handsome swordsman.

His clothes were stained with traces of dirty mud, and his aura was very restrained when he didn't draw his sword. Because his cultivation was a higher level, Su Zui couldn't see through it, so he mistakenly thought he was an attendant in Fengli.

If the dress code of Xihe Holy Land were followed, this young man would definitely be dragged out by the elders to teach him a typical lesson. Su Zuo was worried about him.

Luo Cangshan seemed to turn a blind eye and said to him:

"This is your Ninth Junior Sister Su Zuo. Take good care of her from now on."

After Luo Cangshan finished the introduction, he raised the skewer and pointed at the young man, and then said gently to Su Zui: "This is your seventh senior brother Yan Weiran. Let him take you to play casually later, and come back to me tomorrow."

When the skewers passed in front of her, Su Zuo felt the amazing attraction. She tried hard to restrain her eyes from looking towards the skewers: "Yes, Master."

Yan Weiran still had some doubts in his eyes, but his mouth was faster than his brain: "Yes, Master."

Luo Cangshan nodded with satisfaction and walked away.

"My skewers..."

Yan Weiran murmured without tears.

Su Zuo's movements were exactly the same as his, and both of them stared at Luo Cangshan's back... and stared at the skewers in his hand.

Under their gaze, Luo Cangshan raised his hand and took a bite of the skewers as he walked.

"It smells so good..."

Everyone present heard Master's emotion at the same time.

Luo Cangshan's figure gradually disappeared, and they ran away after finishing their meal.

Su Zuo was so envious that he drooled.

Yan Weiran then looked at her: "Want to eat?"

"miss you!"

Su Zuo was decisive.

Yan Weiran said regretfully: "Why didn't you tell me just now? I might as well leave a bunch from Master. The wind-controlling bird is very rare. If you eat too much, someone will get angry with me. I only dare to catch one in a month."

"Wind-controlling bird? Can you eat it?!"

Su Zuo was a little shocked. She knew the original plot setting clearly. Wind-controlling birds were extremely rare. They were usually kept in captivity to raise spirit cores, so they were not used to eat meat!

If you buy it on the market, the spiritual core of the Wind Controlling Bird is worth more than the high-grade spiritual stone because of the pure spiritual energy it contains. With the same spiritual energy content! Generally, large sects will keep them in captivity for hundreds or even thousands of years. To eat them at such a young age is simply a waste of natural resources.

Wuming Shenzong is also outrageous.

"Yes! The Yufeng Spirit Bird tastes great. The skin is fragrant and the meat is tender. It is tender and juicy when grilled. It doesn't feel greasy without adding seasonings. Because they have the innate talent to find Shuling grass and will eat a lot of Shuling grass in their lives. , alternatively use them to make soup, which not only tastes good, but also has the effect of relaxing the spirit..."

Yan Weiran saw that she didn't know how to eat, so he introduced her patiently.

Su Zuo became more and more greedy as he listened. If he hadn't known that he couldn't defeat Luo Cangshan, he would have wished that he was the one who caught those skewers of roasted birds.

"I had been practicing in the mountains for three months, and I only dared to catch three of them to satisfy my cravings when I came back..."

Yan Weiran became sad again as he spoke, "The elders of the Spiritual Beast Realm have always disliked me. It is impossible for them to be accommodating just because I was eaten by the master."

"Maybe it's because your cooking skills are so good."

Su Zuo comforted him.

Every skewer grilled is the performance of the elders, so it’s strange to look at them with a good face.

"Have you discovered this? How do you know I'm a good cook?"

Yan Weiran was vaguely proud. A sword cultivator who didn't want to be a cook was not a good martial arts cultivator.