Start With The Great Emperor Realm, Build Primordial Divine Sect

As a personal disciple, you can get the teaching of Saint Lord in the Holy Land and learn a lot of skills.

Zhao Zhenyi knew that Wang Yi's strength was extraordinary, so she personally taught Zhao Feng'er, and her strength would definitely improve quickly.

But…

Now Zhao Feng'er is just a cook...

To put it bluntly, it is an anonymous disciple...

What can this learn?

The status in the Holy Land is very poor...

Wang Yi said slowly: "My venerable bluntly, Zhao Fenger's aptitude is a bit poor, not even qualified as a handyman disciple, let alone a direct disciple."

In the eyes of the Divine Sect system, the Supreme body is the lowest standard for accepting apprentices, and they can only become handyman disciples.

Isn't Jin Yiyue just guarding the door?

If this Zhao Feng'er can enter the Outer Sect, what will Jin Yiyue think?

It is definitely believed that the two have some abnormal transactions.

Now that Wang Yi has become an emperor, his vision is very broad, and his character has also been raised to an unbelievable level.

The temptation in the eyes of ordinary people is not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Taking in more female disciples is nothing more than fulfilling the Master's last wish.

"You..." Zhao Zhenyi pierced her palm with her slender nails, leaving a few bloody red marks.

Zhao Feng'er was so humiliated, she, as a mother, naturally couldn't bear it.

However, he couldn't beat Wang Yi at all, so he could only keep the fire in his heart.

Secretly said: "What the hell! I must let Feng'er leave here!"

After a while, the two came to the kitchen behind the mountain.

A tempting aroma wafted from the kitchen window.

When Zhao Zhenyi smelled this smell, she actually felt the coercion from Bloodline.

"What's going on in the kitchen?"

Entering the kitchen, Zhao Feng'er was busy in front of the stove, with a few drops of fragrant sweat dripping down her cheeks.

And she didn't care about wiping her sweat at all, she was all focused on the chicken feet, and she didn't even know that someone came in behind her.

"This is...Phoenix Claw!" Zhao Zhenyi recognized the crimson skin on the claw with such vision.

Moreover, there was a terrifying bloodline coercion on the Phoenix Claw, which made her soul tremble.

"Phoenix Claw's Bloodline is so strong... Could it be Phoenix?"

"hiss!"

The honored blood Phoenix is ​​very powerful and has the ability to fly, so it is difficult to kill it.

Zhao Zhenyi moved a little closer, feeling the power of the flames inadvertently released from the stove, and took several steps towards Retreat.

"What kind of flame is this! It is many times more terrifying than the Phoenix fire..."

"Can cook the blood-honored chicken feet..."

As a member of the Tianfeng family, I know how difficult the meat of Phoenix is ​​to cook.

Phoenix itself controls the power of fire, and its physical body can withstand extremely high temperatures.

Even if it falls into hot magma, it will be unscathed.

Now, Zhao Zhenyi has only one thought left.

This kitchen is not easy!

After a while, Zhao Fenger roasted the Phoenix and put it on a special dinner plate.

"It's ready! Saint Lord would like to eat it, right?"

Now she is eager to make a delicious meal to satisfy the Saint Lord, so as to prove the value of own.

If you can't even be a chef and get expelled by Saint Lord, you will be laughed at to death.

"Ah?" Zhao Feng'er turned her head and saw Wang Yi and her mother standing behind her, her pretty face turned red.

"Saint Lord! When did you come?"

Wang Yi nodded in response, and said: "I've been here for a while, and your cooking skills are still a bit rusty and flustered. You need to practice your cooking skills in the future!"

"Hmm..." Zhao Feng'er shuddered nervously, "Saint Lord, I will definitely practice my cooking skills!"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhenyi frowned slightly.

Secretly said: "Feng'er seems to really want to practice cooking... What kind of stupor did Saint Lord give her to give up even practicing?"

Zhao Feng'er turned her head and said, "Mother, why are you here?"

Zhao Zhenyi said with a cold face, "Saint Lord, can I have a private talk with Feng'er?"

"Please." Wang Yi said casually.

Zhao Feng'er brought her mother to the backyard.

Zhao Zhenyi's face instantly turned as dark as an eggplant.

"Feng'er, get out of the holy land for me!"

"This kind of place that doesn't take you seriously, don't wait!"

Instead, Zhao Feng'er was stunned.

"Mom, why do you think this way?"

"Saint Lord asked me to be a cook in the back kitchen, that is a gift to me!"

"Green smoke is rising from the ancestral grave of our Tianfeng clan, which is why I got such a golden opportunity!"

"I should cherish it well, try my best to find a way to stay in the Holy Land!"

"Even if other holy places give me the title of saint, I won't change it!"

After a day and a night, I finally know the horror of the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning, so how can I be willing to leave?

The back of Zhao Zhenyi's hand was pressed against Feng'er's smooth forehead, and there was a very hot touch.

"You are really confused!"

"The ancestral grave is smoking, so you are asked to come here as a cook?"

"The position of a saint is not as good as a cook?"

"Hurry up and think of a way to get out of the Holy Land! As long as your cooking is unpalatable, the Saint Lord will let you go sooner or later!"

Zhao Feng'er pushed the hand on her forehead away.

"Mom, my forehead is hot, it was just sitting next to the stove, I really didn't get burnt!"

"Do you know what kind of wood is used to burn chicken feet?"

"That's Chiwen Emperor Wood!"

Although the stove can insulate most of the temperature, it still emits some heat, and it is normal for the forehead to be burned.

"You, you! You're really confused!" Zhao Zhenyi was so angry that she almost went crazy, "How can the priceless Chiwen Dimu be used as firewood?"

"The Great Emperor doesn't dare to use it like that!"

"I know you don't believe it..." Zhao Feng'er raised her jade hand and pointed to the firewood pile in the corner.

"Go and see for yourself!"

Zhao Zhenyi didn't pay attention to it at first, but when she saw the flame pattern of the wood, her pupils suddenly shrank.

"This pattern is exactly the same as Tianfeng Emperor's hairpin, and even the flame breath is much stronger..."

"Could it be that it's really Chiwen Emperor Wood?"

Touched lightly on Dimu with his hand.

rumbling...

Consciousness seems to be in a sea of ​​flames, surrounded by endless and terrifying flames, even if she transforms into Phoenix, she will not be able to resist, and sooner or later she will be burned to ashes by these flames.

"hiss!"

Zhao Zhenyi quickly withdrew her hand, her back was covered in cold sweat.

"terrible…"

"This is definitely Chiwen Emperor Wood!"

The Tianfeng emperor hairpin was carved from Chiwen emperor wood, and she pinned it on her head, she was very familiar with the breath of this emperor wood.

Zhao Zhenyi glanced at the pile of firewood, there were hundreds of blaze-grained emperor wood, placed there, without even a protective measure.

"hiss!"

"What's the value of so many fiery emerald woods? It's really unimaginable."

A piece of Tianfeng emperor's hairpin can be regarded as the inheritance treasure of the Tianfeng clan.

For these emperor trees in front of us, at least tens of thousands of hairpins have to be made, right?

"There are so many Chiwen Emperor Woods here, are you afraid of losing them?"

"Mother, these blaze-grained emperor woods are placed here by the Saint Lord for cooking and cooking..." Zhao Fenger sighed.

"Think about it, since it's used for cooking and cooking, I definitely don't care about throwing it away..."