I am the God of Cooking. I fed the whole mountain to the sky.

"Senior brother, don't practice that exercise that damages your body." Li Yanyi saw that Fang Qi was about to go out.

"At that time, you insisted on not listening to the dissuasion, and there has been no news for so long."

Fortunately, Senior Brother Fang's cultivation of the evil law was not too long, and it was still too late to let go.

"Senior sister, don't worry! I didn't practice at all. Fang Qi had a simple smile on his face, "I'll go ask Bafeng to try my luck." Answering

like this, Fang Qi's heart was filled with bitterness and reluctance.

He wants to bring the greatest benefit to Qingfeng Mountain in the last time.

Asking the Eight Peaks belongs to a special branch within the Ze'an Sect, and is not subject to the jurisdiction of any peak master, only the sect master and the ancestor can shout.

The eight peaks are each in charge of the Yuanying elders, and they are from the same school and have strong strength.

Each elder is good at something different, such as swordsmanship, elixir, formation, etc.

All Ze'an Sect disciples can go to the Eight Peaks to challenge and hone themselves. If you pass the corresponding assessment set by the elders, there are different rewards. There are three opportunities per year.

Like what Fang Qi went to this time, it was the peak of testing the disciple's formation cultivation.

After the disappearance of his master, he was in a hurry and had already failed once.

Edgeworth came to the top of a mountain that seemed to be standing with countless flags, and Fang Qi's face gradually became heavy.

The banner roared with the fierce wind in the array, and a bird had no intention of breaking in, and in an instant it let out a mournful cry and was cut into pieces of flesh and blood!

Fang Qi flashed the wooden card in his hand to an old man who closed his eyes and recuperated: "Elder, Qingfeng Mountain Fang Qi has applied to join the formation." "

The old man is none other than Formation Peak Elder Xi Binbai.

Lao Dao didn't open his eyes, and said softly: "Your cultivation is not enough, no matter how high your comprehension is, you can't pass!" "

Dao cultivation, don't be in a hurry for two or three years. Why are you still here?

Fang Qi was unmoved.

He smiled wryly, he didn't have that much time left.

Besides, now, there is the Great Law of Blood Erosion, even if you fight hard, you have to break through this formation!

"Elder Xi, I have two more opportunities to challenge this year."

"It's futile if you try again."

"I have two more chances to challenge."

In

fact, he also cherished his talents, so he would obstruct it.

Fang Qi, the junior, looks rough, but his mind is extremely delicate. However, if you build the foundation, you can appreciate the thinking of his Yuan Ying when he arranged the formation.

In time, he will be able to become a formation master.

I just don't know why this disciple is so anxious and insists on breaking through this year.

Xi Binbai was speechless after all, beckoned to accept his wooden card, and opened the entrance of the formation.

The wind howled like a ghost crying.

Fang Qi strode into the formation, but in an instant, a scar burst out from the corner of his face!

Xi Binbai seemed to feel something from his blood, closed his eyes tightly, and sighed silently.

The formation closed, and silence returned to the outside world.

In the formation, the sand and rocks are flying, if there are many ghosts. The attack is virtual and real, and it is impossible to distinguish between the real and the real.

Previously, Fang Qi had already broken through the first layer, and now he was trapped in the second layer of the formation.

"Seven up, five down, the left is unknown! If you ask about the way back, go back and turn back!

While Fang Qi used his spiritual power to resist the formation, he quickly recited the mantra silently, pinching his fingers and calculating.

He seemed to be stepping on the most powerful part of the attack with every step, but the ghosts couldn't get any close to him!

This shows that his deduction is correct, as long as he goes further and breaks the set formation, the formation will dissipate!

But the closer you get to the center, the harder it becomes to step on your feet.

The second-layer formation can condense the thoughts of the people's hearts, affect emotions, and disrupt the operation of spiritual power.

Many real images began to flash in front of Fang Qi's eyes.

"Fang Qi, you have to take care of your junior brother." That was what the master had told him before leaving.

In an instant, the master's kind face disappeared, became blood-red, and lay dying in the bamboo forest.

"It's all hallucinations, it's all hallucinations..."

This time it was Wei Jitong who appeared, and there was a terrifying hole in his chest, and his eyes gradually drifted.

"Senior brother, take care of Qingfeng Mountain." It was Senior Sister Bai's golden pill that broke out after the explosion, and the skin of her whole body festered.

Unconsciously, Fang Qi's green muscles bulged, his eyes were about to split, and he roared angrily: "It's all fake, fake!" "

None of this happened!

The phantom in front of him quickly regrouped and turned into a thin figure.

Fang Qi was puzzled, but the figure spat out the words, it was his own voice!

Hoarse, like a bellows filled with sand: "I, I don't want to die yet..."Fang

Qi instantly realized that the formation showed a future in which he would be devoured by the Blood Erosion Dafa!

The apparition looked up at him, cheekbones protruding, eyes bleeding hollows.

The outstretched hands emitted a foul smell, crawling with maggots, trying to touch Fang Qi's face!

"Enough! That's enough! Fang

Qi's eyes were blood-red, and his physical and spiritual power had been so disordered that he was close to going berserk!

Thick black smoke spread from the dantian, and black blood boiled and agitated, rushing from the heart to the whole body.

Fang Qi's body suddenly increased!

Without hesitation, he began to operate the Blood Erosion Dafa with all his might!

He's going to get stronger, he's running out of time!

With the increase of the evil method, Fang Qi simply relied on brute force to move forward, no matter how much the formation affected him.

A reddish sword finally appeared in his field of vision, and the ground was covered with obscure old words.

Only three steps, two steps away!

Like a kite breaking its string, Fang Qi heard a mournful roar from his body.

The feet do not obey the command, and they cannot move forward half a point.

The backlash brought by the Blood Erosion Dafa was so fierce that Fang Qi's thoughts were pulled into the abyss.

In the last moment of consciousness, he looked at the sword and muttered, "Did you fail again?"

Wei Jitong rolled up his sleeves, looked at the ingredients in front of him and prepared to do a big job!

If you want to replenish qi and blood, the first choice must be fried liver!

Brush the floor to bring the ingredients to the pot and bring to a boil in a boiling pot.

Bring the lard to a boil in a gurgling cauldron and pour in the processed intestines and the ball-shaped liver.

A unique and inviting aroma begins to emerge from the kitchen.

In the hot mist, Wei Jitong's big spoon turned quickly, constantly feeling a mysterious point in time, and his palm felt the temperature in the air above the pot from time to time.

Add star anise and other ingredients, and then add soy sauce and garlic to the pot.

A thick, brown sauce is beginning to take shape, bubbling and bubbling.

Whether the fried liver is authentic or not, it depends on whether there is a next step.

The so-called soup is the soul in the food, and the bone is the essence of the living soul.

The milky broth made from pork bones is poured into the sauce and stirred together.

Under the fierce fire, the brown and milky white blended, and the juice looked more colorful. It has a rich aroma that makes you feel good.

The intestines are lowered first, and then the liver is not boiled, so the taste is the most exquisite.

Tender yet chewy, delicious without being overshadowed by the ingredients.

The last scoop of starch in the underwater pot is thickened, and the juice hangs fully on the spoon without being too sticky.

The best taste in the world.

Wei Jitong served himself a bowl first.

This little smell, scratching.

"Hey, this is our Qingfeng Mountain!" He learns the lines from memory.

Slipped away and took a hot sip, "Hey, that's authentic!" "

That's it, yes.

No matter how weak your qi and blood are, you will have to sweat profusely and look crimson when you drink this bowl of fried liver!

Worried that one bowl would not be enough to offset the effect of the Blood Erosion Dafa, Wei Ji gave Fang Qi three full bowls!

The injuries caused by the Blood Erosion Dafa cannot be delayed any longer.

Seeing that lunch time had passed and Fang Qi hadn't come back yet, he heated up the fried liver again, and asked the spirit bird to send it to the Formation Peak.

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Fang Qi opened his eyes and found that he had left the formation and was lying under a tree.

Next to him was Elder Xi, who looked unkind.

There is also Elder Hong Bai, who heard that he came to the martial arts arena a few days ago to clean up the aftermath.

Fang Qi lowered his head weakly, not daring to look at them.

Strangely, how could he vaguely smell a strong aroma?