On the second floor, Sun Yi looked at the chaotic crowd below and frowned slightly.

Most of the Zhenwu children were studying their own way because they all understood that they were behind step by step. In fact, there were not many people coming to eat, and the other Zhenwu children were far away from him.

He looked at the boy sitting firmly on Diaoyutai below and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "The green fish has changed? He was able to use a superficial second-level body technique to this point, but he didn't expect it.

Alas, it’s a pity. I’m afraid after the exam at the end of the year, I will be recommended to enter the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy to continue my practice. I don’t have the chance to fight with such a genius.”

...

There were twenty plates and a large wooden barrel in front of Sun Ang.

The plate was empty, no matter the meat and vegetables, it had been swept away by him. The rice in the wooden barrel was almost over.

The whole hall was originally messy, but it was silent at this time. Both the children and the chefs were all staring at him in amazement.

Sun Ang didn't expect that once the "glut eating" was activated, it would be so terrible!

His stomach was incredibly active, and he was digested while eating. Even after one bite of food, the stomach was already digested before it could even be digested!

The food on the first floor contains very little wild beast meat, at most 10%. Most of them are leftover ingredients for the second floor to cook for the children of Zhenwu, but Sun Ang couldn't help but eat a lot.

There were originally a few self-righteous big-bellied men who wanted to "contact" with Sun Ang, but later they all convinced themselves because they were not of the same level at all.

Those guys eat more than Sun Ang’s.

There was no more food - Sun Ang had eaten up all the leftover dishes on the first floor of the kitchen hall. What made Sun Ang speechless was that no matter how the taste tasted, he could eat it like a wolf or a tiger...

He shaved the remaining rice in the bucket with a wooden spoon, and raised his head with an unsatisfactory desire: "Is there any?"

The masters of the Chentang were completely speechless: "It's gone, it's really gone this time."

Sun Ang whispered: "The family has never deducted your expenses, why do you only make such a little meal? You are stingy and stingy."

He threw down the big wooden spoon, touched his still flat belly, and complained: "I don't even have enough food. How can I cultivate excellent family children in such a ancestral land?"

The chefs almost went up to cover his mouth: "My little ancestor, you can't say such words!"

The Sun family attaches great importance to the ancestral land, and even spends tens of thousands of jade money every year to purchase quotas from the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy and sends outstanding children to practice.

Once the family rulers really think that their children won’t have enough food to grab a seat in the ancestral land, and their heads on their necks should be moved.

"Do more next time." Sun Ang said a word, thinking about where to get some wild game to fill his stomach, while walking out of the dining hall.

Sun Ji's men were angry on the side. They didn't dare to speak when they were there. When he left, he cursed: "Drinking bag!"

"That's right, what's the use of eating so much? Yuanli is based on practice, not through eating."

"Will anyone eat more and who has a higher level? Waste is always waste!"

The chefs in the cafeteria were even more depressed. If Sun Ang had still had the power of the three meridians, they would have been beaten out by them. But recently I heard that this kid suddenly broke through the power of the six meridians, which had attracted Sun Yuanlin's attention and could not be neglected.

Sun Ji's subordinates were deliberately spreading rumors and slandered them. A few days later, Sun Ang's reputation as "drinking bags" had already spread.

...

"I really didn't expect that the Immortal Emperor's inner demon actually had such an effect!" Sun Ang walked on the road and sighed secretly. After eating, his stomach and intestines directly converted the digested food into pure Yuanli!

If Sun Ji and his lackeys knew about it, their eyes would probably fall out.

However, Sun Ang will never show off this secret to anyone.

The effect of eating the hard meal just now was comparable to that of his four hours of practice! But he actually only ate for half an hour just now. In this way, the increase in "gluttony" is still above the level of cultivation.

Although Sun Ang was not full, the wild beasts generally lacked the power of qi and blood, and it was useless to eat them. The violent beasts were too powerful. Even a first-level violent beast was equivalent to a warrior in the human race's life-yuan realm. He was unable to hunt alone now.

When he thought of Sun Ji who was about to leave the seclusion, he shook his head and decided to practice and endure hunger - in fact, he was not really hungry.

However, the side effects of "gluttony" were too strong. Sun Ang continued to go near the waterfall pool, and was still hungry.

However, after sitting down and practicing cross-legged for an hour, the feeling gradually faded.

Around the pool, the vital energy of heaven and earth was extremely rich. Sun Ang used the Xuanhuang Qi Ding Skill, released the vortex of the heart method, rotated five feet in diameter, and a ball of lively vital energy bubbles merged into his body, improving rapidly.

Half the afternoon, he got up and practiced martial arts by the pond.

He had already mastered the body movement of Qingyu, but Sun Ang still felt that he was not proficient enough. Now there was a pond, and he jumped into the water to move this body movement.

I saw a green shadow drilling in the water like a big fish, flexible and changeable and obeying the water trend, and there was no slight wave on the water surface.

At night, he was so hungry that he was so hungry that he rushed to the kitchen hall to have a big meal. The chefs specially prepared three buckets of rice and dozens of dishes for him.

However, after Sun Ang ate it, he found that the effect was the same as at noon. Although the portions increased, among these foods, the violent beast meat, spiritual vegetables, and spiritual rice that were really helpful to Sun Ang's practice were still the same portions, and more ordinary ingredients were added.

Sun Ang was disappointed.

When the chefs saw his disappointed look, they sneered: "If you want to eat high-level ingredients? Then you have to have the ability to go to the next level!"

Sun Ang kept silent. He was not strong enough now, and it was meaningless to show off his verbal power.

But he wanted to endure, but someone didn't let him go. He suddenly wore a sharp voice on the second floor: "Just like him, he will never have a chance to go upstairs in his life!"

When Sun Ang looked up, a man on the second floor was wearing black clothes and his face was pale like a ghost. He pressed one hand on the railing and the other hand behind him. The folding fan in the winter was half open, and he looked lonely, cold and pretentious.

"It's Sun Yun! I heard that he is already at the peak of the power of the seven veins and may enter the power of the eight veins at any time."

"The Zhenwu children have come forward, and Sun Ang can't be arrogant when facing him."

The disciples on the side whispered, and Sun Ji's lackeys were even more excited. They clenched their fists secretly, hoping that Sun Yun would come down and teach Sun Ang a hard lesson.

Sun Yun did not come from the Sun family of Anhuai, but was a child of the Sun family branch of Wulong County, neighboring county.

He and Sun Ang had no holidays before, but Sun Ang remembered that when he went home this time, his father talked about it that his uncle was working on a business with the Sun family in Wulong. It must be that the Sun family in Wulong wanted to please his uncle Sun Yuanshan, so Sun Yun would take the opportunity to attack him.

Sure enough, Sun Yun did not disappoint the lackeys. He walked down step by step and came to Sun Ang with a natural oppressive aura. He snapped the folding fan and pulled it, pointing directly at Sun Ang’s face like a sharp sword: “Battle! You are scolding you, are you not convinced? You are destined to have no hope in your life. As long as I am here, you can suppress you forever and make you unable to stand out!”

"It's the third-level martial arts soul-stinging sword!" Someone recognized Sun Yun's posture of pointing at Sun Ang with a folding fan in his hand, which was a clever sword technique.

Even in the ancestral land, third-level martial arts are very precious, and only the children of Zhenwu can practice.

Although Sun Yun only had a folding fan in his hand, he had been studying the Soul-Spiking Sword for a year, and even a dead branch could still display the essence of swordsmanship.

Therefore, everyone knows that Sun Ang, who was pointed at by Sun Yun's folding fan, must be under tremendous pressure from the sword.

The cold sweat on Sun Ang's forehead gradually oozed out. The peak of the seven-vein power, the third-level martial arts, and perhaps one of these two can put pressure on him, but it is absolutely not terrible.

However, the two are superimposed, it is amazing.

Sun Yun is not Sun Ji, he has been a child of Zhenwu for a whole year!

Crack! Under huge pressure, Sun Ang's feet sank suddenly and stomped the wooden floor.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Sun Yun's face: "How about it, now you understand the difference between you and a real genius?"

Sun Ang gritted his teeth and stared at Sun Yun and said word by word: "Do you dare to accept my challenge? I will become a child of Zhenwu when I climbed to the second floor to grab your seat!"

There are only twenty seats on the second floor, and there are more than twenty Zhenwu children in the ancestral land. However, most of the Zhenwu disciples are addicted to cultivation, and fewer people come to eat, so there always seem to be free seats on the second floor.

Sun Ang said clearly that he would rob his seat if he climbed to the second floor, which clearly showed that he would have an endless grudge against him!

Sun Yun laughed: "I'm overestimating my ability!"

Sun Ang asked him: "Do you dare?"

Sun Yun suddenly put away the folding fan: "Okay, I'll wait on the second floor. If you are not qualified to come up, then I will have to come down and teach you a lesson in person, hahaha!"

He laughed and went upstairs. When he arrived at the stairs, he suddenly turned around and looked down at all the ordinary children: "Who can help me solve this problem in advance, I will accept him as my follower."

Everyone understands the difference between followers and lackeys. Just like Sun Ji is so many people around him, the only one who is the true follower of Sun Heir.

Sun Yun's status is obviously higher than Sun Ji, and the opportunity to become his follower is very precious.

He said in a simple sentence, more than a dozen malicious gazes shot towards Sun Ang. Sun Yun stood on the stairs, taking in all the changes below, and couldn't help but laugh proudly.
Chapter completed!