Peerless Daoist

Although Xiao Shu said it was a pity, the irony on his face was self-evident.

Zhao Mingjie is angry, but his disciples are not competent, and he is powerless.

This morning, 3000 people from each side carried out tens of thousands of fights.

However, taiyizong only won 30% of the competition, almost losing face.

Zhao Mingjie said in a deep voice: "elder Xiao, Gao Lin and Zhang Jianbai are not here today. When they return in the afternoon, you and I will fight again! How about it? "

Xiao Shu won. Naturally, she was in a good mood. She raised her eyebrows and vomited: "whatever you want. It's just that if they both lose, it's too common, and there's really no one who can handle it. "

After a day of fighting, the disciples of the two schools felt a little tired.

At this time, it is noon. According to the previous rules, we should rest here and supplement food.

Zhao Mingjie brings the people of the flying snow sect to the food hall.

This place was originally a place for the disciples of other schools to eat, but today, in order to avoid conflicts, the piaoyue sect conducted a temporary clearance.

As soon as he came in, Zhao Mingjie saw Yang Shun and several other servant disciples listlessly sorting out the table furnishings.

The table, however, was empty, and no dishes were prepared.

Seeing this, Xiao Shu immediately chuckled: "it's too common to prepare meals for thousands of people. If taiyizong is so difficult, we can pay for it. Ha ha. "

Other taiyidaozong's disciples, seeing the situation, also laughed loudly.

Zhao Mingjie's face was very bad: "where are the meals prepared by your kitchen fire house? Didn't I send someone to inform you already? "

Although he is an elder of the outer gate, he is only in charge of different affairs. In fact, his cultivation is no different from that of the general inner sect elder.

The powerful pressure of spirit and soul fell, and a layer of sweat oozed from Yang Shun's forehead.

"Elder Our deacon is preparing in the back. Just a moment Yang shunchan voice.

At the same time, his heart is full of bitterness.

It seems that today, I am afraid a punishment is inevitable.

Suddenly, someone behind Yang Shun patted him on the shoulder.

"The food is ready, you go to the back kitchen and bring it." Lu Yu Dao.

Yang Shun was stunned for a moment. In his heart, he didn't expect that Lu Yu could cook the rice.

That's 3000 people. Even if a monk uses magic, it needs at least five or six people.

"Don't untie the lid first, or the aura inside will evaporate." Lu Yu reminded me.

Yang Shun just nodded and ran to the back kitchen with a group of servants.

After a while, a plate was sent to each disciple of the flying snow sect, and the porcelain plate was covered with a cover.

Xiao Shu said with a smile: "I think you are too common. I'm afraid that you are not really poor. Each talent gives such a little. Tut Tut, it's no wonder that the outer gate has not even a promising disciple. It seems that you are too much of a sect. You are really lonely. "

An inborn warrior of mortals needs to replenish a lot of food every day to keep the blood essence in the body full.

And the amount of food energy they need to supplement is amazing.

With such a small plate, it's a beggar.

"Are you the Deacon on duty at the kitchen fire house today?" Zhao Mingjie stares at landing feather and shows his intention of killing.

Lu Yu, however, looked as usual and said, "these are enough. If they eat too much, it's not good for their cultivation. "