I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 147
"It's just a competition."

Shang Jinxing said a simple sentence, but Meng Wanhai lowered his head.

He knew how much the young island master attached great importance to this demon slaying conference.

He also knew that the young island master didn't want his injury to affect his future practice.

The eight demons on the eighth floor were all selected through layers of screening, and they were not small fish or shrimps.

If he left, Young Island Master would be very passive in choosing an opponent.

And Shen Qinglan has a good relationship with that fellow Wukong Daoist, and the two may not be of the same mind as the young island master.

He should be more careful, now that he is injured so badly, it has actually dragged down the young island master!
Seeing that Meng Wanhai was silent, Shang Jinxing's voice became a little colder, "Just follow the order."

Meng Wanhai could only answer in a low voice, "Yes."

"The road is long, it's just a loss, it's not worth anything."

"Yes."

Shen Qinglan and the monk on the side looked at each other, what's going on with this parting of life and death?

This Meng Wanhai made the two of them bully Shang Jinxing.

Tch, who cares!
There were only four people in the huge waiting area, Shang Jinxing and Meng Wanhai looked dignified, Shen Qinglan and the monk found a corner and started to eat that third-order four-clawed ice eel!
Shang Jinhang: ...

Mentally at least, he lost.

Meng Wanhai: ...

I really worry about leaving the young island master alone with these two!

Shen Qinglan cut off a large piece of meat from the four-clawed ice eel, and refined it with the Hundred Yaoyan Heart Art.

He also took out the Sanqi Shield Magic to make a frying pan, and put the processed eel meat into it to fry.

"Hey, why are you so stingy, who can eat this idea?!"

Regarding the monk's protest, Shen Qinglan simply ignored him.

These four-clawed ice eels were relatively rare, and she didn't intend to give the monk a meal.

At this time, the fish skin is fried until it changes color, and a faint aroma wafts out.

While Shen Qinglan was manipulating the fried fish on a different fire, she was preparing the ingredients for the sauce.

She took out a piece of smooth and dark seaweed from the storage bag, which she had picked in the shallow sea before, but she did not expect to use it today.

Throw things to the monk, "dry and grind."

"Okay." In the eyes of the monk, the chef is the biggest.

Even if Shen Qinglan ignored his protest just now, he didn't dare to fart.

Obediently dried the piece of seaweed with spiritual power and crushed it in a small jar.

Shen Qinglan threw out a handful of white sesame seeds and stirred them with other ingredients, and the monk beside him moved his nose, "It's quite fragrant."

"Don't move." Shen Qinglan said three words, and scared the monk's outstretched hand back.

Alas, stealing failed.

When the eels in the Sanqi Shield were fried until golden brown, Shen Qinglan poured the prepared sauce into the pot, and then simmered it over low heat until it thickened slowly.

He brought out two large porcelain white pots, which were full of soft, glutinous and fragrant spirit rice.

Spread the prepared eel meat on the Ling rice, pour the eel juice in the pot evenly, and sprinkle the crushed seaweed on top.

The oily eel meat is paired with Lingmi rice, just looking at it will make people appetite.

There is also a bowl of soup that looks very light at the side. It is the kelp and eel liver soup that Shen Qinglan took the time to make. The light and light soup is a perfect match with eel rice!

At the low table, the monk and Shen Qinglan sat facing each other.

After Shen Qinglan packed up his things and said that it was ready to eat, this guy directly picked up the porcelain rice bowl that was bigger than his head and ate it up.

Well, the fish meat is thick, fresh, sweet and smooth, and soft and glutinous.

There is not a single thorn on the big pieces of fish, and he can't find a second adjective other than delicious!
Shen Qinglan's eating style is more elegant than the monk's, but her speed is not slower than him at all.

From time to time, I took a sip of the eel liver soup on the low table, and the warm soup directly took away the fatigue of the past two days.

Finally, the monk put down the clean bowl and drank the rest of the soup in one go, "Ugh!"

Let out a satisfying and loud belch!
"It's delicious and filling. This is the best Lingmi I've ever eaten!"

Shen Qinglan on the opposite side also put down the bowl after eating, "Didn't it mean it wasn't enough for you?"

The monk chuckled, "Don't you want to bring some to my senior brother?"

Shen Qinglan: ...

Now she suspects that the monk doesn't have any senior food cultivators who can't cook very well. This is completely an excuse he made up for wanting to eat more and take more money!

The hourglass above his head showed that there was still a long time before the eighth battle would start, Shen Qinglan took out the tent and threw it on the ground.

There is nothing better than a good night's sleep after eating and drinking.

Before entering the tent, she turned her head to look at the monk, without saying a word, the monk had already learned to answer quickly, "I can't wake you up even if the king of heaven comes."

Shen Qinglan nodded in satisfaction, a child can be taught!
Now there are only four people in total, and the monk Wukong doesn't think there is anything to guard against.

He lay down in front of Shen Qinglan's tent, ate, drank and slept. It turned out that these things that practitioners despised were quite enjoyable to do.

I was in a good mood, but fell asleep after a while.

Only the dumbfounded Shang Jinxing and the injured Meng Wanhai were left behind!
Meng Wanhai coughed twice, "Ahem, Fellow Daoist Shen and Fellow Daoist Wukong really have true temperaments."

Apart from true temperament, he didn't know any other words to describe these two people.

But after such a distance, he can still smell the food made by Fellow Daoist Shen, it's really delicious!
After Shang Jinxing glanced at the tent, he withdrew his gaze and continued to practice.

But Junxiu's brows were always furrowed, and Meng Wanhai didn't dare to speak out anymore.

Walking to the end with the young island master were two foreign monks.

It's really disturbing enough.
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Shen Qinglan got out of the tent when the last trace of the huge hourglass above their heads was left.

The monk outside the tent sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting scriptures in a low voice.

Shen Qinglan kicked him, "Stop pretending."

The kicked monk said seriously, "I am making a wish to the Buddha."

"I don't usually burn incense, but I hug Buddha's feet temporarily. It's strange that your Buddha cares about you."

The monk wanted to argue something, but Shen Qinglan became serious, "Here we come!"

After a sudden change, the two races of shemale and monster finally reunited.

At this time, Shen Qinglan used her true colors to see people.

One of the purple-eyed sea beasts roared at her, and charged towards Shen Qinglan!

"I'll go first." She yelled back and forth and hammered forward, and teleported into the ring together with the purple-eyed sea beast.

The monk also picked a demon cultivator, and the rosary in his hand suddenly separated and smashed towards his opponent.

Among the monsters that rushed towards them, Shang Jinxing chose the one he had seen less often, and directly pushed Meng Wanhai over.

If the number of appearances is small, the number of battles will be correspondingly less. There is a high probability that the strength of this monster is weak among several monsters.

"Get out immediately!"

He only said these few words, and he chopped down another beast with his sword.

Almost at the same time, Meng Wanhai and Meng Wanhai disappeared in front of the other monsters.

The remaining four beasts looked at each other in blank dismay!
(End of this chapter)