Although Xiao Shu said it was a pity, the sarcasm on his face was self-evident.
Zhao Mingjie felt angry, but since his disciple had no ability, there was nothing he could do.
This morning there were three thousand people on each side, and tens of thousands of battles were held.
However, the Tai Dao Sect only won 30% of the duels, almost losing all face.
Zhao Mingjie said in a deep voice: "Elder Xiao, my faction Gao Lin and Zhang Jianbai are not here today. When they return in the afternoon, you and I will have another battle! How about it?"
Xiao Shu won, and naturally felt comfortable. He said proudly, "It's up to you. But if they both lose, then there really won't be anyone in the Tai Dao Sect who can do it."
After fighting for a day, the disciples of both factions felt a little tired.
It was already noon at this time, and according to the previous rules, we had to rest at the other party's place and replenish food.
Zhao Mingjie brought everyone from Piaoxue Sect to the dining hall.
This place was originally used as a place for outer disciples to eat, but today Piaoxue Sect came, and in order to avoid conflicts, the place was temporarily cleared.
As soon as he entered, Zhao Mingjie saw Yang Shun and several handyman disciples, listlessly arranging table furnishings.
The table was empty, and no dishes were prepared.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Shu immediately chuckled and said: "The majestic Tai Dao Sect will not even prepare meals for thousands of people. If Tai Dao Sect is so difficult, we can pay for it, haha."
Seeing this, the other Tai Dao Sect disciples also started to cheer and laugh loudly.
Zhao Mingjie looked very unhappy: "Where are the meals prepared by your Zaohuo Courtyard? Didn't I send someone to notify you a long time ago!"
Although he is an outer sect elder, he is only responsible for different affairs. In fact, his cultivation is not much different from that of ordinary inner sect elders.
The powerful pressure of the Soul Realm fell, and a layer of sweat broke out on Yang Shun's forehead.
"Elder... our deacons are preparing at the back, please wait a moment." Yang Shun said in a trembling voice.
At the same time, his heart was full of bitterness.
It seems that a punishment is inevitable today.
Suddenly, someone behind Yang Shun tapped him on the shoulder.
"The food has been prepared. You guys go to the kitchen to serve it." Lu Yu said.
Yang Shun was stunned for a moment. In his heart, he never thought that Lu Yu could make rice.
That's three thousand people. Even if a monk uses spells, he will need at least five or six people.
"Don't open the lid first, otherwise the spiritual energy inside will evaporate." Lu Yu warned.
Yang Shun just nodded and ran to the kitchen with a group of handyman disciples.
Not long after, plates were delivered to each Piaoxue Sect disciple one by one, with lids covering the porcelain plates.
Xiao Shu said with a smile: "I think your Taidao Sect is really poor. Each person can only give so little. Tsk, tsk, no wonder the outer sect doesn't even have a promising disciple. It seems that your Taidao Sect is really poor."
It’s lonely.”
A mortal innate warrior must eat a large amount of food every day to keep the body's essence and blood filled.
And the amount of food energy they need to supplement as a group of monks is even more astonishing.
With such a small plate, this is just a meal for beggars.
"Are you the deacon on duty today at Zaohuo Yuan?" Zhao Mingjie stared at Lu Yu with murderous intent on his face.
Lu Yu's expression remained normal and he said: "These amounts are enough. If they eat too much, it will be bad for their cultivation."