Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 709

"My master started to learn how to make soup at the age of 15, and started as an apprentice in a soup restaurant, step by step, and officially became a Jiupin soup master at the age of 20.

At the age of 23, he took a plant of Star Soul Grass in the ancient ruins, his soul power skyrocketed, and he was inherited by a third-grade soup master, and it has been out of control ever since.

Became an eighth-grade soup master at the age of 25, a seventh-grade soup master at the age of 28, a sixth-grade soup master at the age of 35, a fifth-grade soup master at the age of 58, and a fourth-grade soup master at the age of 81..."

Every time Tang Liuwei's disciple said a word, he took a step closer to Hongyan, and his aura increased even more. He looked at Hongyan contemptuously, and said, "The old man can make 630 eight kinds of treasure soups in total, of which the fourth-grade treasures are There are as many as eight kinds of soup, and as many as 62 kinds of five products..."

"Then why didn't Miss Xiang's family get cured?" Jin Ling smiled disdainfully.

Tang Liuwei's disciple snorted coldly: "I have said so much, just to tell you that a person as awesome as my master can't cure Miss Xiang's family. Miss is not qualified for medical treatment."

"Third brother, it's your fault, how can you underestimate this little hero so much?" Tang Liuwei smiled lightly, "Anyway, I have nothing to do with Senior Chen Sheng, let this little hero try .”

"What the master said is that this is a bit of a cat or a dog. If you don't touch your head and bleed, you won't know how much you have." Tang Liuwei's disciple squinted at Ye Mao.

"Grandpa, look..." The red-robed man asked Mrs. Xiang for his opinion.

Mrs. Xiang thought of the halos that shrouded Ye Mao, thought that he was still "the descendant of Tang Zu", thought that there was no other way to heal his great-granddaughter right now, and said, "Then try it!"

"If I cure Miss Xiang, the Xiang family must agree to one condition." Ye Mao said.

Xiang Ba said domineeringly: "If you can really cure my great-granddaughter, don't mention one condition, even ten, I will agree."

"Not so much, just one. After curing your granddaughter, I will choose a treasure from your Xiang family's treasure house and take it away. What do you think?" Ye Mao said.

"No problem!" Xiang Ba agreed.

Ye Mao solemnly said: "Since you have agreed in front of so many people, I hope you will not backtrack."

"I, Xiang Ba, spit on every nail. Since I have made a promise, I will never go back on it. The premise is that you cure my great-granddaughter." Xiang Ba said.

With a wave of Ye Mao's hand, a wave of real power poured out, condensed into characters, which were the names of 49 kinds of treasure soup ingredients.

"Go and prepare these materials immediately, and when ready, send them to the courtyard where I live." Ye Mao immediately said to the man in red.

"Okay, I'll go right away!" The man in the red robe quickly wrote down the name of the material.

"Haha, hahaha..." Tang Liuwei stared at the names of those precious soup ingredients and suddenly laughed.

"Mr. Tang, what's the matter, is there a problem?" Xiang Ba asked immediately.

"Nothing, nothing!" Tang Liuwei hurriedly waved his hands, with an inscrutable smile still on his face, as if he had discovered some ridiculous secret from the soup recipe.

The life of his great-granddaughter was involved, so Xiang Ba had to be cautious, and couldn't help asking: "Did you find something wrong with the soup recipe, sir?"

"We belong to the same line, and there are some things that are difficult to say clearly." Tang Liuwei still showed such a mysterious smile, and Xiang Ba, who laughed, lost his mind.

"That... Mr. Ye, is there any problem with your soup recipe?" Seeing that Ye Mao was going back to rest, Xiang Ba couldn't help calling him to ask.

Before Ye Mao opened his mouth, Hong Yan, with a slightly pungent personality, said: "Mr. Xiang, don't be suspicious of the person you employ, and don't use the person you are suspicious of. Somebody doesn't know who created the soup recipe my master brought out, otherwise I would lend him a thousand dollars." If you have the courage, he doesn't dare to make a silly smirk there."

Seeing that Hong Yan dared to ridicule his master like this, the disciple of Tang Liuwei sneered and said: "There is a big problem with this soup recipe. My master just sent me a voice transmission, saying that the Moyun vine and chewing flowers and leaves in it meet, even if it is A little bit, it will also produce a huge toxicity, enough to kill a cultivator at the Nine Aperture Realm."

"My master's soup has the ability to get rid of bad smells. If ordinary people drink it, there are only benefits and no harm. When he is ready, I will drink a bowl for you to see if it will poison people to death." Hong Yan With a disdainful smile, he followed Ye Mao away.

"Who created the soup recipe that Ye Mao took out, couldn't it be Tang Zu?" Dong Siyu leaned over and asked.

Hong Yan shook her head and said, "No, that soup recipe was created by the Holy Mother of Fuyao."

Xia Jingxin was secretly startled when she heard it.

Although the Madonna of Fuyao is not as good as Tang Zu, she is one of the "Twelve Holy Patriarchs" of Taixu Shrine, and a milestone figure in Tang Dao.

If Tang Liuwei knew that the soup recipe he questioned was created by such a person, he would be so ashamed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground on the spot.

Suddenly, a red light came from a distance, turning into a red-robed woman in front of Ye Mao and the others, with a detached bearing, in her 30s.

"I have seen the red-robed ancestor!" All the monks present immediately bowed to the red-robed woman.

Ye Mao's heart shuddered, this woman turned out to be the famous red-robed ancestor, it is said that the red-robed ancestor is a holy giant in the evil sect of the extreme way.

"Xiao Xiazi," the red-robed patriarch's eyes fell on the little sage Xia Xiaofeng, "I was entrusted by the elders of your family to send you to practice in the dangerous place of the extreme evil sect, and I will give you three days to prepare .”

The red-robed patriarch raised his hand and punched a fiery red ancient talisman into Xia Xiaofeng's body, and continued: "In three days, you will be transported into the Yanling small world by the Yanling talisman. Whether you can come back alive depends on yourself. It's up to me."

As soon as the words fell, she rose into the air, and the robe behind her back was blown up by the wind, which was nine feet long.

"This is too hot!" Ye Mao sighed in a low voice, those who come from the extreme evil sect are not normal at all, they have one or the other eccentricities.

"It's all short!" Dong Siyu told Ye Mao in a low voice, she had seen the floor-length skirt worn by the red-robed patriarch, the back was 81 feet long.

What is the concept of 81 feet, that is, 270 meters.

"No, don't..." The little sage Xia Xiaofeng seemed to have just recovered, and couldn't help shouting.

Here, without grandma's help, even if you want to go home to ask grandma, it's too late, because you won't be able to return to Xia's house in three days.

He knew that he had been tricked by those old guys at home.

"A bunch of shameless old guys, despicable, so despicable." The little saint Xia Xiaofeng was extremely sad and indignant.

Xia Jingxin couldn't listen any longer, she slapped Xia Xiaofeng on the back of the head, and reprimanded: "Why are you talking, those are your elders."

"Congratulations, Xiao Xiazi, next you will experience a wonderful life, taste the taste of death, and understand the meaning of life. From then on, your life will become thick and quality!" Ye Mao smiled at Chaoxia Xiao Feng shook his hand.

"I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off..." The little sage Xia Xiao hopped vigorously, couldn't help but punched the courtyard wall, and a row of courtyard walls fell down with a "boom".

(End of this chapter)