Inborn Vision, You Told Me This is Trash!

In any case, this dog is almost out of control...

At this time, there was an old man who looked like a fairy, but his movements were slightly wretched at this time, hiding behind the wall and poking his head,

No need to guess, Qin Feng knows who this person is~~

In the whole world, there is probably no one who can have the two auras of wretchedness and immortality except him, a cheap master...

Qin Feng didn't care about this cheap master, and after secretly sighing, Qin Feng began to eat noodles.

"It smells so good~"

At this time, Chi Yang, who had been poking his head, looked greedily at the face in Qin Feng's hands.

I have to say that my apprentice is very good at cooking!

This bowl of scallion noodles can’t even be compared to the top chef who fits~~

Looking at the face in Qin Feng's hands, even though Master Chiyang had long since fed and no longer needed to eat, he couldn't help but licked his lips.

At this moment, he no longer concealed himself, and walked up to Qin Feng in a swaggering manner. Looking at this handsome and unrestrained little apprentice, Master Chiyang said with a sneer:

"Disciple! I heard that those Supreme Elders no longer make you the Holy Son?"

"Uh-huh."

Qin Feng could only answer vaguely while eating noodles.

"This can't be considered a blessing... What a wonderful thing it is to be the holy son of Wanxianzong!"

"Disciple! You don't know the expressions of those elders when they were wronged. When they mentioned you again, they all had the four words of love and hate written on their faces. And I don't know why. I feel that they have looked at me strangely these days... It seems that they want to kill me and try to usurp the throne..."

"In any case, it's a pity that you don't become the Holy Son..."

Although he was talking about the Son of God, the real Chiyang's eyes stayed on Qin Feng's noodles and pickles.

Damn it, this bowl of scallion noodles looks like nothing special, why does it make me feel a little bit unsure when I smell it!

And this little pickle!

It turned out to be darn delicious!

Why didn't Tu'er say that he pickled pickles?I really treat my master as an outsider!

Wait... Looking at a bowl of small pickles with thick oil and red sauce, the real Chiyang's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"This pickle? It turned out to be pickled with the holy object Caixia root!"

Master Chiyang looked at this bowl of pickles almost in shock...

Caixia Dagen looks ordinary, even like a radish, but this thing is a proper holy thing!

This kind of creature has no effect on cultivation, but it can enhance the power of the soul!

If you swallow the entire Caixia Dagen, breaking through a realm is just like playing!

You must know that there are only four realms of the soul, which are heaven, earth, black and yellow.

The realm of the soul is much more difficult than the realm of cultivating immortals!It can be said to be the real first-level realm and first-level heaven!

Although ordinary people can cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm, their soul realm will only hover at the Yellow Level, and they may never be able to move forward!

There are countless geniuses, and maybe only [-]% or less of them can break through the yellow level and become the mysterious level.

Even for Chiyang Daoist, who is known as the most talented person who is most likely to break through and become a fairy in the 3000 years of the Wanxianzong, his current soul realm can reach the earth level.

It is almost impossible to go one step further...

But at this time, Chiyang Daoist sees the hope of breaking through the soul realm!

Pointing at the bowl of small pickles with trembling fingers, Master Chiyang felt his mouth dry instantly, and asked incredulously:

"Feng'er! This bowl of pickles is..."

"It's just a bowl of mediocre pickles! Look at your worthless energy..."

After expressing his disdain for the real Chiyang, Qin Feng took a small piece of pickle and put it in his mouth. Qin Feng's face was indeed not good-looking.

Quickly picked up two mouthfuls of noodles, and pushed the pickles aside with disgust, Qin Feng murmured:

"It's a bit salty... It seems that my pickling skills have declined!"

"A mediocre little pickle?"

At this time, the real Chiyang seemed to have been insulted, and jumped up, looking at Qin Feng in disbelief:

"Do you know what you're eating right now?"

"Isn't it just pickles? What..."

"Pickles? This is the supreme creature, Caixia Dagen, that can elevate the soul!"

"Even the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect doesn't have such a precious thing, and now it's turned into a pickle by you...you!"

Master Chiyang really doesn't know what to say now...

At this time, he looked at Qin Feng and wished he could directly peel Qin Feng alive...

This loser thing!