"who?!"

Ning Feng, Chen Xiwei and others were shocked. The chapters were updated the fastest

You must not be surprised.

Before the other party spoke, they had no idea what to do, and even had to perform the Sun Yat-sen chariot method that would never be disturbed.

If this sound comes out in a moment in the evening, I am afraid that there will be about ten of them, and they will have to lie on the ground for three or five days before they can recover their vitality.

Among them, there are Ning Feng, Chen Xiwei, Zeng Zui Mo and Baoxi, the most shocking ones.

Ning Feng looked in the sound while muttering in his heart: "Don't say that he didn't say anything, he just said something. I still can't sense any breath of him. I'll go, if this is the enemy, it will be a big trouble."

The next moment, a middle-aged man with a disheveled face and a hundred-sided clothes entered his sight.

The middle-aged man lay slanted on a tree not far away, nesting in a posture that felt so comfortable when he looked. When Ning Feng and others saw him, he was still covering his mouth with his dirty hands and yawning.

“Huh?!”

After seeing a very unique feature of this middle-aged man, Ning Feng and others' eyes lit up, and the tense atmosphere slightly relaxed.

Ning Feng and Chen Xiwei looked at each other and nodded together.

Then, Ning Feng flew out and came to the middle-aged tree, bowed to the top, and said, "Ning Feng, the younger generation of Sun God Palace, are all juniors, how dare you ask, "Is it a scattered person: Senior Cook, the Godly Cook, face to face?"

"The cook is indeed a cook, so don't mention whether it is God or not."

"There are too many delicious food in the world, and I can't remember the recipes. I have forgotten the name long ago. They all called me 'old cook'. 'dead cook' is the one."

"The little kid's eyes are very sharp. Tell me how to recognize the chef?"

The Sanren God Cook kept holding her head with one hand and lying in a slanted position, moving from the tree to Ning Feng without any warning.

Originally, Ning Feng had to raise his head and talk, but now he had to look down at people and pay attention to his feet. Don't accidentally step on it.

If you step on this person, don't think it's good.

The words of the Sanren God Chef are tantamount to admitting their identity. As for the dead cook, the old cook, it is the name of the same generation, and Ning Feng and others cannot say it.

Not to mention Ning Feng should not step on this one under his feet, just say that except Chen Xiwei, the other people behind him had their faces changed, and they were indeed so sudden. They were also shocked with a breath of cold air.

This one is not an ordinary existence.

There are only five people who are known as "sanren" in the world of immortal cultivation today and are generally recognized as "sanren".

The theory of scattered people was first seen in classics, which was a honorific title for scattered cultivators and also a self-deprecation among scattered cultivators.

The so-called scattered people, idle people, are free and carefree between heaven and earth, do not have to worry about the younger generation, do not have to worry about the family and sects, but only seek freedom, only for immortality, the sky is the quilt covered by the earth.

They have no responsibility for the sect, no bonds of the family, laughter, anger, joy and anger, no benefits brought by the sect, family, etc., and there is no need to shoulder for it.

Later, the word "sanren" gradually became less likely to be spoken by ordinary casual cultivators.

After all, in the world, you cannot live by eating, drinking, and drinking, it is not that you don’t provoke others, but people won’t provoke you.

Those who have to sacrifice their lives for a hard time, and those who have to sacrifice their lives and forget their lives will naturally not be called idle and free, nor are they worthy of the word "sanren".

In today's world, all the people who have or not are from the Nascent Soul stage are great monks.

One of them is a Sanren: the God-like Cook.

That is the one in front of Ning Feng and others.

This is no wonder Ning Feng’s fellow disciples were shocked. Such an existence is very difficult.

Precisely because they are scattered people, they are free from worries, so everything is as they please, and Taiban is a good and evil existence. Who knows what the other party will react if one is not good?

Ning Feng was also shocked.

But he had two and a half years of experience, and he was much calmer than his fellow disciples, at least not showing it on his face.

"In terms of strength, this sanren is a fairy-hunting man after all. No matter how opportunity or talented he has, he is still not as powerful as the sect's power. Even though he is a great Nascent Soul cultivator, he may not be stronger than my master."

"It's just that such people are the most troublesome. If you have no choice, I'm afraid that the seven sects in the world will not be willing to offend such people."

Ning Feng felt a headache. Such an existence suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was obviously coming for them. God knows whether it is a blessing or a disaster?

He wasn't worried for nothing.

In the previous generation of immortal cultivation world, there was a medium-sized sect with the Nascent Soul Cultivator in charge, and offended a Sanren Cultivator to death.

In normal times, the lonely sects naturally did not want to go against the mixed sects. Neither side had a way out, so a battle that lasted for a hundred years appeared.

It takes a hundred years for the sect to appear in all the spheres of influence. If you encounter the opponent's Nascent Soul cultivation, you will leave. If you encounter the opponent's Nascent Soul, you will be killed.

A hundred years have passed, and the huge sect has withered for it.

Although the Sanren was invited by the Nascent Soul Cultivator of the sect to be surrounded and killed at the top of the supreme realm, the Nascent Soul Cultivator was also seriously injured and his heart was also hurt. The sect was declining and he was transformed in less than ten years.

The sect disappeared and fell to the point of being in a state of inequality.

I don’t know how many sects this incident is taken as a warning. After all, those scattered people have no sects, no clans or descendants, and have few concerns. Even if they can win, they will not be worth the loss. If they are not careful, they will end up with the decline of the sect.

"Ahem cough ~~"

Ning Feng decided not to think about those things anymore. If he continued to think about it, he would be embarrassed if he couldn't stand firm in front of this scattered man.

He cleared his throat, bowed his hands again, and asked, "I wonder if Senior Sanren calls on Juniors to wait, what are the instructions?"

The chef of Sanren scratched his ears and said, "I dare not take the orders. Those old guys in your temple are all protecting their calfs. When I give my orders, I will not be able to explain them if I turn around and don't make some delicious meals for them."

He pointed at Ning Feng and then asked, "Baby, haven't you said how you recognized the old chef?"

Ning Feng felt relieved when he heard this.

Just be acquainted with the elders, at least you can’t let go of your shame and come to trouble their younger generations.

As for that question, it's too simple.

Ning Feng stretched out his hand and pointed the back of the Sanren Divine Cook from afar.

That was a large cauldron that was pitch black and black, as if it had been smoky by the fireworks for countless years.

The tripod was tied to the back of the Sanren God Cook by an inconspicuous thick hemp rope.

Ning Feng retracted his hand and said, "Except for the Sanren Divine Chef, no one seems to be going out with this guy on his back, right?"

"That's true."

“Hahaha~~”

The chef of Sanren divine voiced loudly, and the woods on all sides and countless leaves all withered.

Then, a strong wind swept, and all the fallen leaves were rolled over, and they were piled between Ning Feng and Sanren Shen Chef.

As the scattered people laughed, everyone looked disgusted.

Ning Feng and others could clearly feel the surging power contained in the laughter of Sanren. If this power was applied to them, they would be shocked to become idiots without taking action.

I never thought that the laughter of a scattered person fell into my ears, but it was just a loud sound. Then, there were the fallen leaves and dead branches that were piled up like mountains and were still piled up high.

Ning Feng took one step, two steps, three steps... and retreated step by step.

If he doesn't retreat, he will not be able to do it. The place where he was originally located has now become a mountain. If he retreats a little slower, he will have to be buried.

Whether it is the leaves or branches, they are green and green when they are on the trees.

But after it withered, it was piled up in front of the Sanren Divine Cook. In this short period of time, all the green and all the water evaporated, and all turned yellow, as if they had been burning in the sun for a few days.

"Is this firewood?"

Ning Feng was complaining in his stomach. The first time he saw someone using his strength, he did the thing of picking up firewood.

To waste natural resources, kill chickens and knives, this is what it means.

"The little kids are here, come, the old chef invites you to have a good meal."

"This is a new dish created by the old chef. None of the old guys in your family have tasted this food."

The chef of Sanren God had a cage of big sleeves, and countless dead branches and yellow leaves piled on the ground swept over, constantly shrinking, becoming a weight that could be stuffed into ordinary stoves.

If I hadn't seen this process with my own eyes, who would have thought that such a small pile would have peeled all the trees in the mountain.

Ning Feng and others walked over obediently and sat down in front of the Sanren God Cook.

This guy has invited him, what can they say?

In the past, I looked around one by one and only saw the lush forest that had been lush for a moment, and now it was full of miserableness.

Poor old trees who have lived for countless years, they are not allowed to have branches and leaves, but even the bark is peeled off. It is bare, and it makes people feel cold when they look at it.

While speaking, the chef Sanren Shen put the big cauldron on his back forward.

With a "bang", the cauldron fell to the ground, the mountains shivered, Ning Feng and others couldn't sit steadily, as if they were sitting on cotton.

The weight of a cauldron is so terrifying.

Ning Feng was originally the one who responded and was the chief of this generation. He naturally sat in the front and saw the cauldron in a real way.

"Is this the legendary innate Qi Hunyuan Ding?"

Ning Feng almost reached out his hand and stroked the legendary treasure tripod with great courage, but he didn't dare.

The innate Qi Hunyuan Ding is said to be a prosperous treasure of the Danding Sect who was in the mountains before the endless ancient times. It is a treasure that was created in chaos and imprinted by the heaven and earth itself.

I don’t know that this fell into the hands of the Sanren God Cook, so I became the most precious one in the world - the vegetable tripod.

Specially used for cooking!

The treasure tripod has a spirit, should I cry?

Ning Feng and others don’t know whether the innate Qi Hunyuan Ding will cry. They don’t know whether they are crying or laughing at this moment, but they are the real ones.
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