Peerless Martial Soul

It makes people feel that this bronze armor is like a huge bronze mountain, which makes people unable to shake it at all!

He sits high above the first seat, obviously the highest position among the people.

But in front of him, Xiaoji is not as diverse as the others.

Just put a small bronze cauldron about two feet high, and flames burned under the bronze cauldron.

In the bronze cauldron, the juice splashed everywhere, and a pot of red soup was constantly churning, as if something was being cooked.

An extremely delicious breath came out from the inside, making people feel comfortable all over when they smell it.

It can be vaguely seen that what is stewed in this small cauldron is something like shark fin.

It's just that this kind of shark fin is indeed different from ordinary ones. It's obviously thick, but it gives people an extremely strong contrast that is as thin as Zen wings.

Nearly transparent, trembling, even like jelly, it is superior at a glance.

Moreover, with the continuous stewing, a gas seems to be lingering and condensing.

During the banquet, everyone laughed loudly, and only this middle-aged bronze armored man stared unblinkingly at the red soup stewed in the pot.

His right hand was constantly beating under the small cauldron, controlling the purple flame.

The purple flame licked the bottom of the bronze cauldron, and the bronze cauldron hummed slightly. On the cauldron body, small symbols kept lit up and then went out.

If there are people who know how to do it here, they will definitely exclaim.

It turned out that this small tripod was actually sending out seals one by one, and of course there was only one object he sealed, and that was the ingredients stewed in the tripod at this time.

What kind of ingredients are stewed in the small tripod!

How high is the level!

What level of monster beast it was taken from!

They have all become food ingredients, and they are still resisting, not wanting to become human food.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly, a stern dragon chant suddenly sounded.

This dragon is not clear at all, on the contrary, it is full of immense grief, anger, and murder!

Then, with a bang, the phantoms of several dragons broke out of the small cauldron directly, entangled in the air.

Each of the nine dragons is different.

There are blue dragons, yellow dragons and white dragons, and without exception, the look on each dragon's face is extremely hideous.

His eyes were filled with incomparable hatred, staring fiercely at the middle-aged bronze armor.

If it is an ordinary warrior, being stared at by nine dragons so fiercely, I am afraid that it will be crushed to death by the aura.

But the middle-aged bronze armor didn't care at all.

He laughed for a while: "You nine beasts, in my eyes, there are only nine long worms!"

"Pinch as you like!"

"Kill as you want!"

"Eat whatever you want!"

"They have all turned into dead souls under my sword, yet they are still here to show off against me?"

He exhaled, squeezed his right hand forward, and let out a domineering cry: "Dead!"

With the pinch of his right hand, it was as if an invisible big hand directly shrouded the phantom of the nine dragons.

Then, the phantoms of the nine dragons all let out a tragic cry.

It was actually pushed into the small bronze cauldron by an invisible big hand by that powerful force.

Suddenly, the phantoms of the nine dragons all entered the soup.

Then, the broth shrank extremely, suddenly, the volume became ten times smaller, and it was directly turned into a bowl of thick and thick broth!

This broth is fragrant, and it contains an unpredictable power.

As the shadows of the nine dragons were pressed into the small bronze cauldron, they were completely broken and extinguished, and were absorbed into the soup.

The freshness of this soup has suddenly increased countless times.

Just the smell that makes people feel refreshed.

After smelling this smell, at the banquet, the others who were talking and laughing all stopped and looked here.

A chubby middle-aged man, with a flattering color on his face, said with a grin: "Master Pu, congratulations, your Jiulong Ziyu soup is made!"

Jiulong Ziyu Soup!

"Yes, if you want to make this bowl of soup, you have to kill nine dragons."

"The best part from each dragon must be different and top-notch."

"Nine ingredients, put them together, simmer for seven or forty-nine days."

"Then the most important point is to suppress and melt the souls of these nine dragons in this soup."

"When you drink it in one sip, you will not only eat the ingredients, but also the essence of their life."

An old man shook his head and said again, very intoxicated.

He was talking loudly while smelling the fragrance.

Then the conversation turned around and he looked at the middle-aged man in the bronze battle armor and said, "Only a person with such a strength as Pu-sama is worthy of enjoying the Jiulong Ziyu Soup!"

"Yes, most people want to eat it, let alone eat it, where can I eat it?"

"Nine dragons can't be killed. Even if they were killed, the spirit of the nine dragons just now was shocked, and the soul will be scattered!"

"Yes, only Master Pu Xingzhou can enjoy the delicious delicacies only found in ancient legends!"

Everyone touted to favor this Pu Xingzhou.

During the dinner, the young people looked at him with envy.

"When will I be able to move like Master Pu Xingzhou, Jiulong Ziyu Tang, drink as long as you say it, and the souls of nine dragons, if you say suppress it, suppress it!"

Pu Xingzhou laughed happily.

Then, he picked up the small bronze cauldron, looked at everyone and said: "Everyone, this thing is hard-won, I will not share it with you."

He speaks straight.

"That's natural, Master Pu, even if you enjoy it yourself, how can we be qualified to drink this!"

Everyone said one after another.

Pu Xingzhou laughed loudly, then raised the small bronze cauldron and drank the soup inside.

After the Nine Dragons Ziyutang was eaten, his whole body was shocked, his face flushed, as if he had absorbed an extremely powerful force.

He was sitting there cross-legged, silent and motionless, seeming to be digesting something.

It's just that his hands are up to the sky, his eyes are as wide as a copper bell, and a breath of breath emanates from his body, huge and powerful!

The white-haired old man who had spoken before sighed: "Even if you give me this Jiulong Ziyu Tang, I dare not drink it."

"Such a huge power, so strong, I am afraid that I will be crushed and killed if I take a sip, and I can't absorb it at all."

The fat middle-aged man who was the first to speak laughed and said, "Lu Cailiang, what good things do you want?"