Ning Feng and others looked at each other and were eager to try again...

This is a sanren: the dish made by the God's chef is dangerous and it would be a pity not to eat it.

"Well, what is the probability?"

Ning Feng's brain began to rotate rapidly.

According to legend, Sanren: a god chef, delicious, typical foodie, and all magical powers are also eaten.

This is not the point. The point is, Sanren: The God-like chef also has a hobby: study new dark dishes, and then cook them with the innate Yiqi Hunyuan Ding that is always crying, and ask people he likes or friends and juniors to taste them.

Normally, no matter how unpalatable it is, the chef of the God cooks himself. No matter how unpalatable it is, he has to give face, right?

The key is that this new dish is not that delicious...

Sanren: The Godly Cook, a Hunyuan Cauldron, turns decay into magic, and all the insights of the Tao are included in it.

The so-called new dish actually integrates his understanding of Tao at a certain stage and manifests it.

This question is a big deal.

If you say it is a dish, you might as well consider it as a elixir. In other words, it is a medicine.

Can that medicine be taken casually?

"I remember that someone ate the new dish of the God-like chef, who directly broke through a small realm, and it caused a sensation at that time."

"Later, a group of younger generations rushed over, and the chef was overjoyed and showed his skills, but the result..."

Ning Feng shivered with excitement.

"A total of 18 people, thirteen people vomited and had diarrhea, and they lie for half a year."

"The four fell into a small realm and fainted from crying."

"One left..."

Ning Feng's face was cheered up and he remembered a famous name:

"The seven Buddhist sects in the world, the future Buddhas of the present, and the thoughtless monks of the past."

"Wuxiang Monk, at that time, he was still the young monk Wuxiang, and he was the last person. He did not vomit or diarrhea, nor did he fall into the state of falling. Instead, he realized a trace of Taoism from it."

"After returning to the Buddha Sect, he went into seclusion for ten years. After leaving the retreat, he praised the many powerful people of the Buddha Sect. He called it: Future Buddha!"

"It is said that even the traces that the Buddha realized in the future have not yet understood by the God of Chef himself, but have been unconsciously integrated into the dishes. In other words, the God of Chef's dishes are closer to the Tao than him."

Ning Feng's eyes lit up little by little, and he was close to his fellow disciples, so he was so half of them.

The God-Cook took the mixing spoon that he had taken out from somewhere, and knocked on the innate Qi Hunyuan Cauldron one after another. The old god was there, and he was not afraid that they would not want to try it.

Ning Feng was thinking what his fellow disciples were thinking. Sanren: The God-salted Cook also knew what they were thinking.

The story of the Future Buddha and the Unthinkable Monk spread throughout the entire world of immortal cultivation. Who doesn’t know, who doesn’t know?

"try!"

Ning Feng gritted his teeth and responded first.

There was a scattered look at the back, and there was no second answer. Only Chen Xiwei shrugged his shoulders and agreed.

"Hey, kids, don't worry, for the sake of the old friends in the temple, what the old chef took out was a good thing."

The Sanren Divine Cook was smiling, and took out a package from the void, and poured the things inside into the innate Qi Hunyuan Cauldron.

Before Ning Feng and others could see what material was, the chef pointed to the sword and pointed at the innate Qi Hunyuan Ding, and shouted softly:

"disease!"

In an instant, the cauldron was filled with water, and fire was burned under the cauldron, and then the innate air was filled with Hunyuan Cauldron, and bubbles were constantly emitting.

Looking at the bubbles as big as goose eggs, and then looking at the dark green soup, Ning Feng and others swallowed silently. If they had a bulge in their chest, they were all playing two notes "retreat".

This looks like it's not something that can be eaten at first glance.

The chef of Sanren obviously didn't care about their reaction. Since he had agreed just now, in front of him, a great monk who is famous for his moodiness, he didn't believe that anyone would dare to repent?

He focused all his attention on the treasure tripod in front of him, and he pinched out his complex finger techniques, and various spiritual lights were coming out. All kinds of body movements were as big as a jumping god. Even the innate Qi Hunyuan tripod was trembling, and the complex patterns on it were lit one by one.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Ning Feng and others involuntarily covered their nose and mouth and shook their heads repeatedly.

The smell that came out of the tripod with the nose was really nothing to do with the word "good" at all;

I covered my mouth for fear of being accidentally vomited out, and the chef Sanren, who was angry and angry, threw it into the cauldron and cooked it directly.

If such a tragic thing really happens, who can I ask for advice?

Boil and boil, and when the cooking starts, it seems like the deviled chef is completely selfless, and even forgets Ning Feng and others directly behind his butt. This dark green soup will last for half an hour.

Ning Feng and others were waiting for a lot of grass in their hearts.

"With the treasures like the innate Yi Qi Hunyuan Ding and the magic power of the Nascent Soul Cultivator like Sanren Divine Chef, it has been induced for more than half an hour. How great is the power contained in it? Even the treasures of heaven and earth are going to be quenched, right?"

"This...and still say it's okay? It's really okay. Will it be a thrill for so long? It's definitely a new dark dish..."

Among the disciples of the Sun God Palace, I don’t know how many people closed their eyes tightly, just shouted “Master and help” in their hearts.

"alright!"

Just when Ning Feng and others thought that the pot was going to be cooked until dark, the Sanren God Chef put down the mixing spoon and smiled happily: "It's done, a pot of good soup - Shiquan Datong Soup."

"rise!"

The chef swept his sleeves, the fire was extinguished under the cauldron, and the innate Qi of Hunyuan Cauldron flew up in the sky, and the soup was not pulled at all.

When he flicked his sleeves, Ning Feng and others couldn't help but sit in a row and sat in front of him, as if there were invisible silk threads, holding them as puppets.

No one could react to the whole process. With the slightest resistance, the terror of the Nascent Soul Cultivator was revealed like spring rain.

At the same time, there were wooden bowls that were as big as faces.

Seeing that big bowl, everyone's face turned green.

"A sea bowl is not something that can be filled at first glance."

Ning Feng took a deep breath. He was very bachelor. Now that things have come to this point, what else can I say? Will it become half a knife if you stretch your head and shrink your head?

So he shouted directly: "Senior Sanren, people are sitting down. The soup bowl is here, why can't the soup be served? I can't wait for the younger generation."

Ning Feng shouted with confidence. They were pressed by invisible power and could not move at all. Could it be that they had the opportunity to order the Nascent Soul monk to do things? How could they miss it?

Everyone looked at each other, their faces turned pale. They both admire Ning Feng's courage and thought that he had taken the wrong medicine.

When Ning Feng said this, the Sanren Divine Cook was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and said, "That's good."

"This soup is not controlled well. Everyone has half a bowl, but there is leftovers; everyone has one bowl, but it is not enough."

"Wait, wait, it seems something is wrong?" Ning Feng's heart skipped a beat. The next moment, his intestines turned blue and regretful.

His heart was filled with ominous premonitions, and he roughly guessed what the chef wanted to say.

"It would be..."

There is no need to think about Ning Feng’s following text. The Sanren Shen Chef immediately said the following words: “So, since this kid is so looking forward to the old chef’s skills, then the other one has half a bowl and the rest is given to you!”

"That's it!"

After the words of the Sanren Divine Cook finished, she did not leave any rebuttal or regret for Ning Feng. She could eat or get back the words back. She swept her sleeves and the bowl in front of Ning Feng immediately changed.

"No..."

Ning Feng's mouth was wide open, let alone duck eggs and goose eggs were stuffed into it, and a drop of cold sweat quickly emerged from his forehead.

Anyone else has to do this.

If the wooden bowl in front of him was enough for him to put his face in and wash it, then, if it was a baby, it would be enough to go down as a bathtub.

Ning Feng's heart kept sinking, so desperate that he didn't bother to look at how big this bowl was. Anyway, in his opinion, it was not appropriate to describe it as a basin.

"Forget it."

"If you die, you will die."

Ning Feng recognized it, but he couldn't do it. The chef of Rensan Renren has already done the work.

The innate Qi Hunyuan Ding tilted down, and the dark green soup emitted heat, which was injected into the "wooden bowl" in front of everyone.

As the chef Sanren said before, except Ning Feng, everyone is half a bowl, but Ning Feng is the only one who lives in a long pot.

"Drink, drink."

The Sanren God Cook smiled and kept raising his hand, encouraging everyone, and added: "While it's hot, while it's hot, it's good to taste the taste."

"Also taste it?"

Although everyone dared not speak out, they still dared to complain to each other, and they complained in their hearts: "It's so scented that it's so bad. I wish I could even spit out the meal I ate last month. How can I taste it?"

After all, they felt that their hands and feet were free, none of them stood up. They looked at each other for a moment, gritted their teeth and cruelty, and held the wooden bowl with both hands.

Among them, Ning Feng is the fastest mover.

He thought to himself: "Let's just be a bachelor's son, can you drink the Ten-Person Cook's Ten-Person Tonic Soup at a time?"

"Anyway, it's not a pity that all of this cultivation level is lost."

Ning Feng comforted himself. The only thing worthy of gratitude is that he also has the golden pool water full of the Nine-Oblitch Stone Realm, which is a bit confident.

"I'll win!"

The first person to raise the bowl was Ning Feng.

The scarily large wooden bowl was raised, and he closed his eyes and mouthed, and began to stumble.

As his abdomen continued to swell, the angle of the tilt of the sea bowl continued to increase. A huge bowl of soup gradually entered Ning Feng's belly, and the situations of others were not much different.

At this moment, the voice of the chef Sanren God came to everyone's ears:

"By the way, I almost forgot that the old chef came here because of your elders."
Chapter completed!