broken destiny

Wang Xingli was lying on the grass outside the cave, not affected by the sneezing. He closed his eyes to rest, preparing to squint for a while and get up to practice in the evening to avoid being talked about.

then.

After sleeping until dawn, Wang Xingli looked at the dazzling sunshine and swore that this was definitely the most comfortable sleep he had had since coming to Pure Spirit Star. He was full of energy and full of strength.

Even though his stomach was a little empty, he took out a primeval stone and threw it into his mouth, but he still felt like something was missing.

"Ah! It's been so long since I had a good meal. I want to eat."

Wang Xingli shouted towards the cliff nearby.

"Who are you? They keep making noises so early in the morning. How can a cultivator covet and enjoy his food and drink?"

The person next to him heard the sound and went up, trembling with fright. The person in front of him was the elder of Wu Xiu Pavilion - Gong Bufan.

"Disciple Wang Xingli, I met Elder Gong."

"Is it you? Fang Wunan has a good opinion of you. It's a good practice. Let's compete in the inner sect tomorrow. Don't ruin the reputation of my martial arts pavilion. We don't have a place to eat. You can make some by yourself. I did have some seasonings before. , give them all to you.”

I saw Elder Gong tumbling around and throwing a lot of bottles and cans on the open space. Seeing that they were gone, Elder Gong left in a hurry without saying goodbye.

Wang Xingli went over to check and smell it. Except for chili pepper and salt, the others could only be confirmed to be basically seasonings, but the taste was a bit hard to describe. Looking at these seasonings, Wang Xingli also had the idea of ​​​​barbecuing, so he collected the things on the ground. When he arrived at Qiankun Bag, he walked into the woods nearby.

After a while, Wang Xingli came back carrying a pheasant. In the other hand, he also held a handful of non-attributed first-level spiritual grass - Awakening Mustard Fragrance. There was a smell of cumin, so I pulled it out.

Staring at the ingredients, Wang Xingli was suddenly stunned.

As for the fire, it can be easily dealt with, but as for the knife, you can't use this sword, right? Then what is it called, Killing Chicken Sword? Chicken sword! ? How can this be done? Besides, this sword won’t recognize its owner if it touches chicken blood! ! !

Wang Xingli, who was feeling depressed, suddenly glanced at the cave nearby.

"Yes!"

Not long after, Wang Xingli used a broken sword to deal with the pheasant, and also picked up a lot of wood and built a proposed barbecue grill.

Everything is ready and all that is needed is a spark. Wang Xingli holds a handful of dry leaves in his hand, and his energy circulates through his heart channels, creating a fire in his heart that spreads to the palm of his hand holding the leaves.

After a long time, a thin wisp of white smoke appeared, slowly getting thicker and thicker.

"呲~"

A small flame suddenly jumped among the leaves. Wang Xingli quickly protected the small flame and put it into the piled wood.

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

After a few breaths, the flames gradually grew bigger and the wood began to burn. Wang Xingli used the same method to get a handful of "cumin powder". Of course, he also got some coke. Needless to say, practice makes perfect.

The sound of crackling kept coming. Wang Xingli was roasting the pheasant leisurely and contentedly. After a while, it was almost done. Wang Xing sprinkled some homemade barbecue seasonings on it. The aroma quickly spread. There were already people in the nearby caves. Stick your head out.

Wang Xingli didn't mind being watched. He couldn't finish such a big pheasant. If they came to ask for it, he could share some with them.

"It smells so good, it's you again, Wang Xingli, what are you doing?"

After finishing his work and going down the mountain, Elder Gong passed by again, his nose kept sniffing the smell, and his eyes were completely focused on the roasted pheasant that was already golden and oily.

"Um, I roasted a pheasant with the condiments you gave me. Would you like some?" Wang Xingli asked politely.

"That's okay, I'll try to see if my condiment is spoiled."

After saying that, Elder Gong arrived at Wang Xingli's side in a blink of an eye, then picked up the broken sword in Wang Xingli's hand and chopped off most of the chicken. Wang Xingli looked on beside him and cried without tears.

"This...chicken~roasted...is good. My condiments...are not bad. Don't worry about eating."

Elder Gong turned around and left, talking while eating.

Wang Xingli looked helpless. Seeing that the people around him wanted to gather around him, he quickly stuffed the remaining pheasant into his mouth.

With a whoosh, a dagger was inserted into the tree next to Wang Xingli, and it penetrated three points.

"Your broken sword... it's hard to cut the flesh, and I haven't even cut it yet. I'll give you a... dagger. This one is easier to use. It's a week, everyone watching the show."

Wang Xingli looked at the flashing light of the dagger and knew it was not an ordinary thing. There was also a small pendant hanging on it. Wang Xingli immediately stepped forward to take it off. He also looked around cautiously, fearing that someone would be watching, but he was surprised to find a person. All gone, as if the figures just now were all an illusion.

"Why are you running so fast? Where is the person? Could it be that he was scared away by the palace elder? Yi Zhuoha, what does that mean?"

Wang Xingli touched his head, not sure why.

Seeing that everyone had returned to the cave, Wang Xingli quickly finished the roast chicken in his hand and returned to the cave.

Wang Xingli sat cross-legged, and the Condensation Technique was running. Different Yuanli attributes appeared on Wang Xingli one by one. The temperature of the cave also went up and down. After each round, Wang Xingli had to rest for a while and practice. Practice martial arts, relax, and then continue.

After repeating this for six days, Wang Xingli practiced hard and wanted to break through early to see if he could surprise Brother Fang. Unfortunately, he was still far away from the next level and could not feel the bottleneck at all.

"Wang Xingli." Senior Brother Fang Wunan's voice came from outside the cave. Wang Xingli was overjoyed and walked out quickly.

"Senior Brother Fang, you are finally here."

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Fang Wunan looked at Wang Xingli in shock.

"Please give me some advice, I haven't had much of a clue lately in my practice."

"Hahaha, what else do I care about? If you have any questions, you can ask directly."

Wang Xingli looked at the people around him. They all looked like curious babies today, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Fang Wunan took the initiative to speak.

"Wang Xingli, follow me into the cave, and I'll take a look at your problem."

Amid everyone's envious gazes, the two walked into the cave.

"Xing Li, do you recognize the owner of your sword?"

Fang Wunan didn't answer his question first, but asked about the sword first.

"Not yet. Does Senior Brother Fang need it? I heard..."

"That's not what I meant. Do you know why so many people were looking at us just now?" Fang Wunan waved his hand.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. When I go out occasionally recently, they all glance at me more or less. I'm also a little confused, does senior brother know the reason?" Wang Xingli suddenly remembered this.

"The reason is because of what Elder Gong gave you."

"Is it that dagger? It's indeed not an ordinary thing, but it doesn't seem to be as good as your sword."

Fang Wunan shook his head.

"It's a pendant. That pendant is the reason why those people peek at you."

"Ah?! That pendant looks very ordinary, is it this?" Wang Xingli said and took out the pendant from the Qiankun bag.