Peerless Taoist

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

Zhao Mingjie was angry, but his disciples didn't have the ability, and there was nothing he could do.

This morning, 3000 people from both sides fought tens of thousands of battles.

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

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

Xiao Shu won. Naturally, he was in a good mood. He raised his eyebrows and vomited, "it's up to you. But if they both lose, there's really no one who can take action."

After fighting for a day, the disciples of the two schools felt a little tired one after another.

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

Zhao Mingjie took the people of piaoyue sect to the food hall.

This was originally a place for external disciples to eat, but today piaoyue sect came here. In order to avoid conflict, it was temporarily cleared here.

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

The table was empty and no dishes were prepared.

Seeing this, Xiao Shu immediately chuckled and said, "the grand taiyizong doesn't even prepare meals for thousands of people. If taiyizong is so difficult, we can pay for it, ha ha."

Seeing this, other disciples of taiyidaozong laughed loudly.

Zhao Mingjie's face was very bad: "what about the food prepared in your kitchen? Didn't I send someone to inform you long ago!"

Although he is an external elder, he is only in charge of different affairs. In fact, his cultivation is almost the same as that of ordinary internal elders.

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

"Elder... Our deacon is preparing in the back. Please wait a minute." Yang shunzhan said.

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

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

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

"The food is ready. You guys go to the back kitchen to serve it." Lu Yu said.

Yang Shun was stunned. In his heart, he didn't think that Lu Yu could make rice.

That's 3000 people. Even monks need at least five or six people to use magic.

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

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

Soon, plates were sent to each disciple of piaoyue sect, and the porcelain plates were covered with a cover.

Xiao Shu said with a smile, "I'm afraid you're not really poor. Everyone gives you such a little. Tut tut Tut, no wonder there's not even a promising disciple outside. It seems that you're too one. You're really lonely."

A born warrior of mortals needs to supplement a lot of meals every day to keep the essence and blood in his body full.

The food energy they need to supplement is even more amazing.

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

"Are you the Deacon on duty in the kitchen fire yard today?" Zhao Mingjie stared at landing Yu and showed his intention to kill.

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