While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

"Thank God, Bastard Feng, you escaped another disaster."

"You have really brought harm to the legacy of thousands of years!"

As soon as Feng Ye lowered his head, Qian Jialiang, the most outgoing and informal person, stepped forward and hit him on the chest with his fist.

"Although the ancestor of the ten directions did not live long, he has already passed away."

"But after all, he is a powerful person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Compared with his intimidation and magical power, we in the Golden Core realm are just a small force and cannot be compared to the same."

"I wonder if I will be equally powerful and domineering after I advance to Nascent Soul?"

The person who spoke with emotion was Duanmu Hui from the Biji Sect.

"As long as you are alive, don't act rashly next time."

"However, people from the Shifang family do go too far."

"I've seen people get married by force. This is the first time I've seen people get married by force!"

"Lao Feng, do you still have the spirit beast pill? Take some and feed it to my family."

"Look, the child was so frightened that he is still shaking now."

Yan Lin, the most elegant-looking man, held a brown pangolin in his arms and stepped forward to ask Feng Ye for help.

The little pangolin opened its round black eyes and chirped at Feng Ye, looking very pitiful.

This monster was timid to begin with. It worked hard to dig holes before, and although it had no effect on Song Zhi, Feng Ye still remembered it well.

He didn't have any of the spirit beast pills that were specially designed to feed monster beasts.

This is awkward.

*

"Senior Yan, I have the spirit beast pill! Let me feed it to Xuxu."

Upon seeing this, Zhao Muyang hurried forward and took out a pill bottle from the storage bag.

When the fourth-grade spirit beast pill was poured out of the bottle, not only was he greedy, but he kept running towards Zhao Muyang.

Even Feng Ye and the other four people also looked at him.

"I am not wrong, right?"

"A fourth-grade spirit beast elixir with elixir patterns??"

"Xiao Zhao, where did you buy this bottle of elixir?"

"Which alchemist is so wasteful? He has a good talent in alchemy, but he uses it to refine spirit beast pills. Is he crazy?!"

Duanmu screamed in surprise, expressing the thoughts of the other three people.

Facing the scorching gazes of the four golden elixir monks, Zhao Muyang, who felt deeply that he was being connoted, turned his eyes to Song Zhi for help with a sad face.

He really wanted to show off his alchemy talent in public.

However, reality stopped him from doing so.

Because there is a generation gap between him and the elderly and he cannot talk effectively! !

Is the focus on the Spiritual Beast Pill?

The focus is obviously on the Dan pattern...

snort!

*

"We don't even know who the alchemist is."

"We bought this from Danbao Pavilion in Linxian City."

"The shopkeeper of Danbao Pavilion sold it to us privately. He highly praised the alchemist. We thought the price was not expensive, so we bought two bottles."

"Here, be good, sister. I have another bottle here. I'll give it to you to eat. Thank you for standing up and digging a hole to save my sister."

The difference between contracted beasts and ordinary monsters is that they have masters.

The quality of their cultivation depends on the master's thoughts.

Zhao Muyang and Song Zhi showed their kindness to the little pangolin, which was actually an expression of gratitude to Yan Lin.

The forest was in tatters and a mess, but Feng Ye and his group were laughing softly and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Song Zhichong chose a flat land, took out a temporary cave with elegant decoration, and put out tea, fruit and fruits to entertain everyone.

When the chat was almost over, Qian Jialiang and the other three took the initiative to say goodbye.

"There's no need to keep him."

"The three of us followed Lao Feng to prevent him from being caught by Shifang Yaoyao, so that we could help him get out of trouble."

"Now that Shifang Yaoyao is dead, the business of competing for marriage is also over."

"We are relieved that Lao Feng is free again."

"It just so happens that the Escort Bureau still has important matters. Mr. Xiao can't help but let's say goodbye. Let's see each other again if we have a chance!" Qian Jialiang and the other three were extremely straightforward. After drinking the last sip of the spiritual tea, they wielded their swords or sat on the flying method. The device leaves directly.

After the three of them left, Zhao Muyang and Song Zhi's tense nerves finally relaxed.

*

"Fifth Senior Brother!"

"You really scared me to death."

"It was so thrilling just now. I dare not even think about how I, a weakling with a third-level foundation building, would be able to save you if you were defeated..."

Zhao Muyang couldn't even imagine how heartbroken he would be if Feng Ye lost and was tortured and killed by Shifang Ancestor.

I'm afraid he will collapse to the point where he wants to die with Feng Ye.

"Fifth Senior Brother, I'll return the token to you."

Zhao Muyang held a cup of spiritual tea and cried to Feng Ye.

Song Zhi was too lazy to look at him, and immediately joined in after he finished speaking.

The purple wood token she handed to Feng Ye was the one that Feng Ye threw into her arms when he fought against the ancestors of Shifang.

This is a disciple token exclusive to Feng Ye. It not only contains Master Linglong Zhenjun's three Nascent Soul sword attacks.

A token of the demon clan’s senior brother was also placed.

If the situation was not right at that time, Song Zhi could crush the token to trigger the token and call the demon clan senior brother in for help.

But Feng Ye seemed to have forgotten.

She and Zhao Muyang are both disciples of True Lord Linglong, and they also have such identity tokens.

Feng Ye's move was mainly to leave the sword attack in the token to them.

He really fought with the mentality of dying in battle with the ancestors of Shifang.

Facing Song Zhi's penetrating eyes, Feng Ye sat up straight and suddenly felt a little weak.

"Ahem, Xiaoyang, don't cry. Senior brother, why don't you just sit here and accompany you."

"Xiao Zhi, are you hungry? Senior brother is not very good at other things, but he is full of talents in cooking."

"Although you two are already building a foundation and don't need to eat or drink, you can still take appropriate nourishment from fruits, vegetables and animal meat that contains spiritual energy."

"It just so happens that senior brother has a ready-made walking beast here. Why don't you do me a favor and make a kebab for you two?"

"Xiao Zhi, what do you think?"

……

how is it?

Of course Song Zhi nodded in agreement!

She had long heard about Feng Ye's excellent cooking skills from Zhao Muyang.

Now that she saw her in person, even if Feng Ye didn't mention it, she would still pester the fifth senior brother to show off his skills.

The earth's fire ignited the branches, and the fierce wind burned.

On the fire was a large grill made by Feng Ye.

There are three rows of meat skewers and some melon and fruit leaves on the shelf.

Feng Ye rolled up his sleeves, revealing his firm, bronze forearms.

As he turned over the kebabs, his forearm muscles bulged slightly, forming clear muscle lines, which were both sexy and powerful. He was simply a man to eat.

Song Zhi was grabbing meat skewers with Zhao Muyang while enjoying the live performance of the handsome uncle and the fifth senior brother. This feeling was so refreshing!

"Thank you for your hard work, senior brother. Please have tea, senior brother!"

The sweetness of honey and the meaty aroma of spirit animal meat lingered together in the mouth, allowing Song Zhi to taste the happiness of a foodie for a long time.

After she and Zhao Muyang had eaten and drank enough, Feng Ye's personal cooking show would be considered a successful conclusion.

As soon as he sat down, Song Zhi offered him a cup of spiritual tea in an extremely clumsy manner.

Zhao Muyang consciously helped Feng Ye beat his legs and squeeze his shoulders.

The two younger ones were too flattering, yet full of childishness. Old Feng Ye felt relieved and very satisfied.

He has a father's heart.

It's just that in these years, due to various reasons, I have never found a Taoist companion who can hold my hand for a lifetime.

If you think about it carefully, it is really a great regret in life.