My life of martial arts training

Bang!

The door was suddenly opened, and the fat old man showed a speed that was not matched by his size. A wisp of flame ignited on his fingertips, lit it on Li Jiaxing's Tianling Cap, and shouted angrily: "Don't wake up yet!"

Li Jiaxing woke up from that fearful state, his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground weakly, and his eyes broke away from looking at each other.

call....

Li Jiaxing gasped for breath, with strong thoughts of the aftermath of the disaster welling up in his heart, with a hint of crying in his voice: "Master, me."

"My master asked you to keep vigil, not to investigate the situation." The fat old man was angry, but there was not much anger in his eyes.

"Qingqing, take care of your family's prosperity and harmony, and follow me to take a look." He took out a kitchen knife at some point and said.

"Yes, junior sister, be careful." Li Jiahe warned, and rushed into the darkness with the fat old man.

After the two people left, Li Qingqing closed the courtyard door and came to the jade iron pot.

The flame under the jade-colored iron pot became very weak at this moment.

Li Qingqing clasped her hands together and chanted silently, and the originally dim flame gradually became stronger.

"Junior brother, you go to rest first. Senior sister will keep watch." Li Qingqing said softly and helped Li Jiaxing up.

"Senior sister, I...am I useless?" Li Jiaxing said emotionally.

"How could it be possible? Senior sister, her performance was worse than yours back then." Li Qingqing smiled.

"Have a good rest." She covered herself with the quilt and left the room.

"I hope the statue has not been damaged, otherwise..." She sighed and stared at the golden iron pot.

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"Jiahe, hold your breath and concentrate." The fat old man noticed something strange and quickly reminded him.

In the dark village, the door opened and a dozen figures walked out. In their hands, these people all held one or several large white buns.

"Sure enough, there is something wrong with the statue." The fat old man's expression changed.

When the figure walked into the scope of the fire, they saw clearly that it was the village chief and his party from before.

However, the villagers at this time had empty eyes, pale complexions, and stench all over their bodies, as if they had been dead for a long time.

Look at the steamed buns in the hands of the village chief and others, and then think of the adults and children in the village.

He touched his finger in front of his eyes, and a flash of fire flashed in his eyes. He immediately saw the true appearance of the big white steamed buns, which were bloody and stinking scarlet meat balls.

Wherever there is any work, those adults and children are sacrificed to the White Walkers!

"Jiahe, they have been eroded by the White Walkers and have completely turned into ghost slaves. There is no need to hold back." The fat old man said.

"Yes." Li Jiahe responded.

They are not pedantic people. If the villagers can be saved, they will find ways to save them.

Wisps of ghostly charm rose from the scarlet meat mass, turning into an extremely huge bloody steamed bun. The steamed bun exuded a fragrant fragrance.

"fire!"

The fat old man pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the ground, raised his right leg and stepped hard.

The shape of a flame appeared between his eyebrows. Under the increase of unknown power, this flame quickly rose into a huge flame, wrapping him and the Li family in it.

Guiyun touched the flame and made a burning sound.

The two dissolve and devour each other, but the White Walkers will not tire, but humans will. It is an extremely unwise choice to fight for consumption.

The fat old man held a kitchen knife and rushed towards a group of ghost slaves. As the person in charge of the stove, he was naturally not powerless.

He is also proficient in martial arts!

Under the protection of flames, the Ghost Slave's most powerful means pose no threat.

Under the blessing of the flame, these ghost slaves did not resist at all. The knife slashed down and tore the ghost rhyme apart. The flames burned the ghost slaves and quickly turned them into ashes.

In just a few moments, all the ghost slaves were eliminated.

"Go to the village temple and have a look." The fat old man said.

When the two came to the temple, the temple was shrouded in a cloud of blood mist.

"The temple must be reopened. The Taoist statue has been damaged and the ghosts cannot be suppressed." The fat old man's face became more solemn.

"Jiahe, bring all the utensils here."

Just when Li Jiahe was about to leave, the fat old man said again: "Let Qingqing and Jiaxing come over too."

"Master, this..." Li Jiahe said hesitantly.

"If we fail, they won't survive. Instead of doing this, it's better to let them come over to gain experience." The fat old man said decisively.

"Yes." Li Jiahe nodded.

Soon, Li Jiahe arrived with two people, holding artifacts to ban the White Walkers.

"The most important possessions of our Kitchen King Sect are charcoal, firewood, and ghost oil. Only with these three things can we be called a stove master."

As the fat old man spoke, he arranged the utensils. The three pots of gold, silver and jade were still arranged in the shape of "pin", but there was a large pot in the middle.

"You can only have more charcoal, not less, otherwise the fire will not be able to continue. The fire is made up of our essence, energy and spirit. This is why the teacher asks you to polish your body. Only with a strong enough essence and spirit can the fire be burned. Stronger and stronger!

Without a powerful spirit spirit, not even ghost oil can burn, let alone explode ghosts. Our means of protection and life-protecting fire are all linked to the spirit spirit, so a powerful Taoist must also have a high level of martial arts. .

Ghost oil is a ghost-suppressing product issued by the Kitchen King Cult. It can emit a fragrance that attracts strange ghosts and allows them to enter the oil pan. This step is also called frying ghosts! "

"Master, this... ghost oil can really blow up ghosts?" Li Jiaxing asked curiously.

"Yes, but it won't be cooked. At that time, we must activate the power of the [Three Arrays of All Spirits] to fry the aliens thoroughly." The fat old man picked up the oil bottle and poured it into the pot.

The appearance of the ghost oil is milky white, thick, like milk, and emits a slight fishy smell.

"This is the most ordinary white ghost oil, the same level as the white evil charcoal. Remember, the more terrifying the aliens are, the more precious the materials used must be. For example, the white evil charcoal cannot withstand the fire of the real person level and will be burned out in an instant, so a higher level of charcoal must be used."

"For example, white ghost oil has no attraction to those terrifying aliens and cannot be fried."

Under the burning flame, the milky white ghost oil churned endlessly, emitting a cold and eerie breath.

"This is the breath that attracts aliens. When aliens enter the pot, the ghost oil will become scorching hot." The fat old man took the spatula and stirred the ghost oil to make its smell spread out.

The cold and eerie breath was sucked into the temple.

"Look, the White Walker has taken the bait." The fat old man said calmly, without any nervousness in the face of the terrifying White Walker.

"Remember, frying White Walkers is actually the same as fishing. Make a nest, wait patiently, and reel in the rod in time, but you must also know yourself. What kind of rod will catch what kind of fish. If the rod is too thin, it will only destroy the rod and kill people!"

"Disciple understands." The three people's faces condensed and said in unison.

"Well, each of you protects a pot. The more people there are, the stronger the life-saving fire will be, and the stronger you will be against the White Walkers." The fat old man said.

"Yes."

The three sat in front of the small pot and injected their own spirit according to the gestures taught by the fat old man.

Boom! !

The flames suddenly jumped up a bit, and the three people only felt a warm and safe breath wrapping themselves.