Food: I ascended to heaven in the world of cultivation by setting up stalls!

The old man's eyes turned cold, and Xu Le'an dared not speak anymore. He carefully hid behind his master.

Zang Fuming: "Yes, Senior Brother."

After what happened last night, Zang Fuming also realized that the disciple was not ordinary, so it was natural for the eldest brother to be angry, but Le An was really becoming more and more unruly.

The old man set an example by standing behind the ordinary disciples, and then the masters of each peak followed, and then the direct disciples of each peak. They did not dare to stand in front of their uncles.

So he automatically lined up at the back. Xu Le'an was indignant about being squeezed to the back. He was so angry, so angry!

Bitch! They are all bitches! The previous bitch hasn't been found yet, and now another bitch has come.

"Junior sister, are you also limited to two purchases today?" The first senior sister in line was obviously more familiar with Yan Zhiyin's stall, as she had heard about what happened yesterday.

Yan Zhiyin looked at the crowd, which was more than yesterday, and felt relieved but also tired.

She felt at ease because she didn't have to worry about not completing the mission, but she felt tired because she had to work for so many monks today.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to prepare a lot today!

But she didn't want to tire herself out, so after thinking about it, she said, "Let's limit the purchase to three today!"

"What flavor do you want, Senior Sister?" The soy milk had already been cooked, and Yan Zhiyin was already frying dough sticks.

"Three servings!" The senior sister at the front of the line obviously didn't expect this benefit, as she could only buy two servings yesterday.

"Then I'll have all three flavors!"

"Okay, Senior Sister, you'll have to wait a moment!" Yan Zhiyin answered while frying dough sticks.

Fortunately, Yan Zhiyin had spiritual power, so she was not too tired.

Yesterday, the best-selling flavors of the three were sour and spicy, but today the purchase is limited to three. Most people probably want all three flavors, so Yan Zhiyin fried all three flavors.

Two minutes later, the first batch of fried dough sticks was ready. Yan Zhiyin took them out to drain the oil and packed up three portions for her senior sister: "Senior sister, it's ready."

In fact, it is quite easy to recognize people in Lingyun Sect. Anyway, Yan Zhiyin, who was wearing the outer disciple uniform, was called Junior Brother and Junior Sister.

For those who are dressed the same as her, it depends on their cultivation level. Anyway, if you can't tell, anyone who is taller than you will be called senior brother or sister.

The disciples of each peak and the direct disciples are easier to recognize, and they are all called senior brothers and sisters, because being a disciple of each peak means that they are stronger than the inner disciples.

Generally speaking, there are not many people who can be called junior brothers and sisters. After all, outer disciples don’t have extra white crystals, and outer disciples cannot move around freely.

Therefore, those who come to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks are basically inner disciples and ordinary disciples from various peaks.

There are also a lot of disciples in each peak. Apart from the direct disciples of the peak master and the elders, there are ordinary disciples in each peak.

Apart from the old man Jianfeng who only accepted a few disciples, there were only a few people in the entire Jianfeng.

However, Lingyun Sect has the largest number of sword cultivators, because sword cultivators are very powerful and can fight against opponents of higher levels.

Of course, cultivators admire the strong, so they naturally choose the sword cultivator with the strongest explosive power.

The old man doesn't care about those trivial matters, but the eldest senior sister of Jianfeng is very responsible and will explain things to the sword practitioners every time.

"What flavor do you want?"

“One serving each!”

"What flavor do you want?"

“One serving each!”

In the end, Yan Zhiyin didn't even need to ask, she just spoke up: "One serving each!"

Yan Zhiyin was also happy to be free, and her voice would become hoarse if she continued talking.

Those monks who bought soy milk and fried dough sticks did not leave, except for the person who saw the promotion with his own eyes last night.

There were also many people who came here after hearing about what happened yesterday, so naturally they wanted to stay and watch the fun.

I wonder if anyone can advance today!

To be honest, they were a little skeptical about what happened yesterday before they tasted it, but after tasting it for a while, they no longer had any doubts!

After taking a bite of soy milk and fried dough sticks, the changes in the body are obvious, and many people feel that the hidden injuries they had suffered before have been almost healed.

Of course it’s not incurable, but the elixir needed is precious and the amount of white crystal needed is naturally more.

So he had never taken care of it, but today, he got better instantly after drinking soy milk. Now he feels that he has plenty of spiritual power and can easily defeat ten Jindan cultivators.

Yan Zhiyin had been posing for an hour. Feeling that her spiritual energy was a little exhausted, she drank a cup of soy milk.

"Senior Sister, are you drinking too?"

"Of course, I made it myself and of course I drank it myself!" Yan Zhiyin said as if it was a matter of course.

The little junior brother who was speaking had stars in his eyes. He had come yesterday and it was obvious that his cultivation was going much more smoothly after returning.

It was just that no matter how hard he tried before, it seemed to be in vain. But now it’s different. When he went back yesterday, he clearly felt that his cultivation speed had increased.

So he came again today, and since there were so many people here and they were all his seniors, he thought it was not his turn.

I didn't expect that the senior sister was so nice that she asked everyone to line up in the same way. Otherwise, he would not have been able to buy it.

"Thank you, senior sister!"

Yan Zhiyin was stunned: "You gave me the crystal stone, no need to thank me!"

Yan Zhiyin almost always repeats the same action: frying dough sticks, packing them, frying dough sticks and packing them.

The smell was so fragrant that the peak masters at the back of the line smelled it and actually swallowed their saliva quietly.

Even Xu Le'an, who had been unhappy, had to admit that it smelled really good, because her stomach rumbled more than once.

Seeing the senior brother in front of her looking at her with ambiguous eyes, Xu Le'an was furious again. Why was he so noisy when he had nothing to do? Humph!

The old man in front looked at so many people and was a little worried that he wouldn’t be able to buy it today, because there weren’t so many people yesterday.

Eat as much as you want. Oh! I should have eaten enough yesterday.

"Brother, why are there so many people?" Lin Xuexi, who was standing behind the old man, couldn't help but speak.

"Just wait patiently!" The old man looked eagerly, but with his strength, he could naturally see Yan Zhiyin in the front.

Just look at how happy this girl is when she collects the crystals. You can tell that she loves crystals just like him. Which cultivator doesn’t like crystals?

“Brother, it won’t be our turn, will it be gone?” Qifeng Peak Master Xuanguan Ling spoke. After Second Senior Brother’s advancement last night, he is now extremely curious about this soy milk and fried dough sticks.

The thing didn't make it into his mouth yesterday, but when he saw it today, he felt that it tasted even better, causing his stomach to protest.

I've never felt this way before!

"I see that girl has prepared a lot!" The old man saw Yan Zhiyin taking out the spirit bottle to add soy milk again, and thought that the girl was so smart that she must have known that many people would come today, and she must have prepared something when she went back.

I have to say that the old man guessed correctly. Yan Zhiyin made a lot of preparations when he returned.