"What's the use?"

Ning Feng was very energetic, he didn't feel nauseous, he didn't feel bad anymore, his ears were raised higher than his head, and he looked at the chef of Sanren with his thirsty eyes...

He was like this, and no one else was better than him. His eyes were focused on the chef Sanren Shen. If the sunlight was so focused, the old chef could catch fire and turn into old firewood.

What kind of person is the Sanren God Chef? He walked under the eyes of Ning Feng and others as if nothing had happened, and said leisurely: "I want to know, right?"

Ning Feng and others nodded obediently.

"We monks, absorb the essence of heaven and earth to supplement themselves. In theory, we should pour water into a cup and become more perfect. Are you right?"

The Sanren Divine Cook simply sat down in front of the innate Yi Qi Hunyuan Cauldron, just keeping one hand pressing on the ear of the cauldron without moving, while the other hand is not idle. He penetrated into his clothes and asked while tickling.

Ning Feng and others still nodded, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Wrong, big mistake, big mistake."

The chef of Sanren had no intention of keeping a secret, and said directly: "Our monks seeking to prolong their lives and live forever and not die, which is contrary to the life limit set by the law of heaven, which is equivalent to going against the heavens and causing damage to the soul;

"We cultivators seek to be vast and free and easy, so they practice magic diligently and display their supernatural powers more. They will be damaged in the Zhoutian acupoints and the tendons and veins of the Dantian field;"

"We cultivators have the ability to control the sun and the moon, control the stars, move mountains and seas, and reverse the great power of the rivers. With every move, they will inevitably kill the creatures in the world, and commit more evil to killing, which will damage the blessings;"

"We monks have their own way and hold on to their own minds. Whether they stick to the way or are attached to them, they will be sad if they have something to insist on or have something to be attached to."

"You said, how can we be successful?"

After the deafening words of the chef Sanren Shen, Ning Feng and others were struck by lightning and fell into unprecedented thinking.

None of them had ever thought about this direction.

They just thought about what I wanted. But they never knew what it would give. They just saw the majestic side of the monk, but they didn't know what it would lead to?

The words of the Sanren God Chef seemed to open a cruel door, exposing the side behind the door, which was usually covered by prosperity, nakedly in front of everyone.

For a moment, in front of the Hunyuan Cauldron, the needle fell to the point where it was silent.

Ning Feng and others were all in deep thought, all of which were like a mess, entangled in their hearts into a knot that no one could tie.

After finally coming back to his senses, Ning Feng suddenly remembered something and blurted out, "Senior Sanren. Do you mean your Ten-Tonic Soup can make up for or avoid all that?"

This made the rest of his fellow disciples feel energetic and looked at the Sanren God Cook with great anticipation, hoping to hear a positive answer from his mouth, otherwise it would be good to nod.

As for the chef of Sanren, Ning Feng started rolling his eyes as soon as he heard the words. It was not an ordinary way to roll his eyes. The whole eyeballs faded to white, and there was no black at all.

He curled his lips and said depressedly: "Little kid, Ning Feng is a good kid. If there is such a good thing, please take care of the old chef."

Ning Feng blinked his eyes, smiled embarrassedly, and felt that he was overthinking.

If the Ten-Pu Da Tonic Soup has this effect, why does the Sanren God Chef appear here? He replenishes himself into a leak-free real body and ascends directly. He still has to owe a favor to protect a group of little babies and earn that little merit?

"I'm stupid, too."

Ning Feng even had the urge to raise his head, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "Sister, please listen carefully, senior Sanren, please tell us."

The Sanren Divine Cook was no longer interested in keeping him indifferent, for fear of hearing something again, so she would be stimulated again and said lightly: "Tenquan Dapu Tang can make up for the deficiency caused by the long-term practice of Taoism and the excessive development of magical powers, and five labors and seven injuries."

"The medicinal power penetrates into the 365 acupoints in the small circles of the body. If there is any deficiency, it will be replenished. If there is no deficiency, it will be stored in the middle and wait for future use."

“Oh~~~~~”

Now, Ning Feng and others understood it, and they all suddenly realized it, with joy on their faces.

Can this not be happy?

The meaning of the Sanren God Chef cannot be understood very well. In other words, the Ten-to-Da Tonic Soup can make up for the accumulated losses caused by excessive practice or excessive use of spells during the practice process.

Even if you don't even notice these injuries, over time, it may affect the height a person can reach in the end.

This bowl of Ten-Tofu Soup, plus this theory, can indeed be regarded as a favor.

"but……"

The chef of Sanren and God came together, and Ning Feng and others' hearts suddenly became like roller coasters, and then they hung up again.

"What I just talked about is you kids, Ning Feng, this little kid is exceptional."

The Sanren Shen Chef pointed at Ning Feng with his empty hand. The distance between the two sides was close, and Ning Feng could even see the mud stains between the old chef. God knows how much mud he had just rubbed in his arms for a long time.

If it were other times, Ning Feng would probably feel frightened, but the soup made by this guy who didn't look very hygienic at first glance was not sure that his stomach started to scream under the psychological effect.

It's different now. He was worried, without saying a word of nonsense, watching nervously, listening quietly.

“He drank too much.”

The face of the Sanren God Chef showed a painful look on her face and said, "When the old chef was happy, he gave him ten servings."

"Well?"

Everyone's eyes widened. Is this bullying them to be unaware of numbers? How could there be so many?

The chef of Sanren God rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "Do you think this is selling wine in a mortal wine shop? Is there a spoon of one spoon? Is it sold by weight?"

"One drop of Ten Quan Da Bu Tang is a medicinal power, and ten drops are at least one hundred medicinal power. Just the soups this kid drinks are more than enough to supplement ten people. The old chef will say it to the least."

As soon as he spoke, everyone turned around and said "Oh" in one go, looking suddenly.

Except Ning Feng, he was still nervous. He swallowed and then waited for the following words.

The chef Sanren Shen's flesh was getting stronger and he said depressedly: "Ning Fengwaer took too much Shiquan Dapu Tang, and the medicinal power could not be deposited in the orifices around the body. In a short time, it would not only strengthen the body, but also improve his cultivation."

"The old chef's big tonic soup is used to strengthen the body, to increase his cultivation, and to waste natural resources!"

This is the intention of the chef who is the God of Sanren who is trying to grab the ground with his head;

On the other end, Ning Feng smiled happily, Chen Xi smiled slightly, and the others looked different, and they were simply meeting with expressions.

"It's good."

Ning Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to say something good, but he could distract the old chef and distract the topic from the other. He would not be able to become the target of public criticism if he was not careful.

This also avoids the suspicion of being cheap and being good-looking.

I never thought that he hadn't said anything yet. A sudden change occurred.

“Hahahaha~~~~~”

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

“…”

No matter how loud it sounds, it makes people creepy, and no matter how hard it sounds like a crazy laugh that a good person can make, it came from the tearing holes in the two worlds.

In an instant, the strong light that burst out weakened rapidly, and the entrances of the two realms seemed to stabilize under the action of the great powers of the divine palace. The spiritual energy of the outside world gathered and evolved into a terrifying scene.

First it was dark.

The ghost energy is vast and the demon energy soars into the sky, like the arrival of the demon realm, there are creatures crying, and hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

It's colder.

It is gloomy and cold, like the cold and rainy winter, making people feel cold from the inside of the bones.

Finally, it's horror.

Ning Feng and others, the great Nascent Soul monk standing in front, was protected by the innate Qi Hunyuan Cauldron, and they felt a sense of fear for no reason, as if they had encountered some natural enemy.

Just as everyone's faces turned pale and blue, the Sanren God Cook suddenly spoke:

"Remain calm the spirit, calm the energy, visualize the fundamental method, and resist external demons!"

As he shouted, he seemed to have some magic power, and Ning Feng and others couldn't help but follow him.

Ning Feng closed his eyes and visualized the Sun God Palace. Under the illumination of the divine palace, gradually, the crazy laughter was still heard, and the terrifying feeling gradually faded away and completely disappeared.

"Senior Sanren, this is..."

Ning Feng suddenly opened his eyes and asked in horror.

The chef of Sanren God glanced at the rest of Ning Feng's fellow disciples. Seeing that everyone's expressions were becoming more peaceful, he breathed a sigh of relief and praised first: "The seven sects in the world, the direct teachings of the Dharma, are indeed extraordinary."

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at Ning Feng and explained: "It's nothing. Those old demons are so cruel that they just vent their vent. There is no malice, nor are they carrying any power."

"If otherwise, your elders were all there, they would have blocked their chicken butts and laughed so badly that they might as well cry."

The chef of Sanren God explained and complained. Ning Feng didn't blink when he heard it. After finally waiting for him to finish speaking, he asked uncertainly: "Senior Sanren, the old demon you mentioned is... but..."

Ning Feng's mind appeared in his mind not long ago, the Demon Sect's accusation mentioned by his senior brother Shen Zhaoxuan, and the Demon Sect smiled back before leaving for Qiye, saying, "...Will those Demon Sect ancestors who disappeared when the Southern Demon Sect split back then?"

Back then, the Southern Demon Sect broke out. People all over the world thought that as the seven sects in the world, there were many old demons in charge of the Demon Sect, and they would not sit still and watch it.

Unexpectedly, at the same time, some old demons of the Demon Sect suddenly disappeared, and the Demon Sect was in chaos, so that the southern Demon Sect's tail was too great to be lost. The disaster lasted until now, and the reputation of the Demon Sect plummeted. The seven sects in the world became a little unworthy.

Ning Feng linked what happened before, and when he heard those laughters and the old chef's words, his first reaction was this.

"Aren't it those old devils?"

The chef of Sanren Shen curled his lips disdainfully, as if he was not caring, but Ning Feng still saw a lot of things from the solemn expression on his face.

"It's them..."

"That year, the missing old demons came back."

Ning Feng was shocked by this news, his mind was empty for a moment, and he had no other thoughts, only one question was left:
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