Chapter 2618 The birth of the best rice cook in the world
Before half the night, before the song ended, and before the crowd dispersed, Ye Xiaochuan got to know many famous young elite disciples of Zheng Mo.
He has only heard the names of most of these people, but has never met them. Today he has seen the world.
He realized tonight that his social circle was still too narrow. Today's cultivators can easily mobilize millions of cultivators, which shows their huge scale.
But in the past, he had only come into contact with a few disciples similar to his own age. His social circle was too narrow, and his field of vision was also too narrow.
The dinner party he had arranged for tonight allowed him to see what it means that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world. The righteous path is okay, after all, he is a righteous path disciple. He was exposed to the Cangyun Sect when he was young, and he knew more or less some famous young disciples.
When these young disciples reported their names, Ye Xiaochuan could always find something about him in his mind.
some information about them.
It was different with the Demon Sect. He only knew about half of the more than thirty disciples of the Demon Sect, and he had almost never heard of the rest of their names.
For example, Zhou Wu introduced to him a young man with tied hair who looked like a frail scholar and was wearing a blue robe.
At first, Ye Xiaochuan thought that this young scholar named Lu Haiya was the son-in-law of a certain casual cultivator in Zhengdao.
After Zhou Wuyi introduced him, he realized that this handsome scholar-looking guy was actually a close disciple of the Ghost Cultivator of the South China Sea.
There is also a stern young man with red eyes and red hair, whose name matches his appearance. He is called Achitong. It is a very strange name, but he is the proud disciple of the top casual cultivator of the Demon Sect, Black Mountain Old Yao.
There are many disciples whose names Ye Xiaochuan has never heard of.
For example, Hu Jiumei's disciple Qin Shuang'er, Qianye Shengjun's beloved disciple Bowen Gu, etc.
I don’t know where Zhao Wuji invited these young masters to attend tonight’s dinner party. Anyway, before this, Ye Xiaochuan had never heard the names of these young people from the Demon Cult. These disciples of the Demon Cult
He is not famous, but his cultivation level is terrifyingly high, especially Achitong, the disciple of the old demon from Black Mountain. If Ye Xiaochuan feels right, this young man who doesn't talk much has reached the peak of Lingji.
I plan to become a heavenly being in a few years.
This guy should be the master of cultivation second only to Qin Lan among the ninety-three Zhengmo disciples who attended the dinner party.
Ye Xiaochuan had told everyone before that tonight we would only talk about romance and bragging, not business matters.
As a result, no matter where he went, his disciples asked him in a roundabout way what he had said to the Wanyan Wu Lei people in the stone chamber in the afternoon, and why did those people mysteriously disappear again?
Ye Xiaochuan's answer to this kind of question is always the same: "I've told you eight hundred times that I was the only one who slept in a stone room with two birds for an afternoon. Why don't you believe me?"
?" No one believed this kind of nonsense. At that time, many disciples of the righteous and demonic sects saw with their own eyes Ye Xiaochuan, Yun Qiyou, Wanyanwutear, Feng Yuyan, and Wang Zaishan walking into the stone house together.
Yes, there were strange things coming from the stone house later.
The sound of horns and the cries of two grown men.
Now Ye Xiaochuan said that he took an afternoon nap alone in the stone house, which was obviously nonsense. However, Ye Xiaochuan responded this way to everyone who asked, and everyone knew that it was impossible for this guy to confide in outsiders about his afternoon nap.
What happened in the stone house was serious, so gradually no one asked in a roundabout way. Ye Xiaochuan happened to
Get some peace and quiet.
Wealth and wealth, we have had a chance tonight. Like Qilis, the two birds were terribly quiet tonight. They did not participate in the exchange party between the good and evil disciples, and focused on the food.
Ten sheep, twenty beggar's chickens, sixteen hares, three pots of rice, fifty-two large naan cakes...
That's one man and two birds tonight's goal.
Qilisi, prosperity, wealth and honor are competing.
Compared to what?
It's better to eat than to give.
They all claim to be big eaters, and no one is convinced. The winner will be decided tonight, and the winner will be awarded the honorable title of the best eater in the world.
The first one to be defeated turned out to be Cangyun Mountain’s big rice bucket and wealth!
Ye Xiaochuan competed with Wang Cai for meals countless times, but Ye Xiaochuan was defeated every time and Wang Cai won the final victory.
However, there is always a chance of success, and one bucket is thicker than the other.
Wangcai met two of the most terrifying rivals in his life tonight.
When it was so full that it rolled its eyes, Fugui was still pecking at the rice, and Qilisi was still feasting.
As a result, the fat Wangcai lay on the ground with his back stretched out.
Until Yang Jiu picked it up, it couldn't figure out why it could eat so well but just missed the title of the best eater in the world.
Fugui was the second to be defeated.
When Qilisi hugged a whole roasted lamb and swallowed all the bones, Fugui burped and lowered his noble head to Qilis, indicating that he had given up and recognized that Qilis was the best rice cook in the world.
Qilisi stepped on the sheep bones, made a big naan cake with her left hand, and begged the chicken with her right hand. She laughed proudly at her surrender and her wealth.
The only fly in the ointment is that Yao Guang and Qing Ying are not here, so there is no way to show off to them the glory of winning the first place in the world.
In a valley a hundred miles north of Yulong Village, Axiang dragged Feng Yuyan back.
But Feng Yuyan was too stubborn. He wanted to cause trouble for Ye Xiaochuan. Even though Axiang dragged him, he still came from the wilderness to the northern mountains of Shiwanda Mountain.
Feng Yuyan looked at Axiang who was tugging at the back of his clothes and said, "Miss Axiang, let me go. Don't worry, I will never beat Mr. Ye to death."
Axiang said: "I won't let you go. Mr. Ye asked me to stop you. Now he is having a dinner party for the disciples of Zheng Mo. If you rush in and ask him for generals, wouldn't he be very shameless? A man's face is very important. If you lose it,
Life cannot be disgraced."
Feng Yuyan said angrily: "This brat dares to call himself the Bladeless Sword God at a young age with mediocre cultivation. Does he still have the face? This shameless man actually stole my general! I flew three hundred miles,
Only then did I realize that the general was gone. Let go!"
Ah Xiang said: "I won't let go."
Feng Yuyan said: "If you don't let go, I will be rude to you..."
"Hey, are you going to fight me? Come on, come on, I will beat you beyond recognition today..."
When it comes to cultivation, Feng Yuyan is no match for Axiang.
What's more, the sword of generals is not in his hands.
The most important thing is that Feng Yuyan already knows that Axiang is a descendant of the evil god, how could he possibly attack Axiang?
But Axiang doesn't think much about it. She will beat anyone who threatens her.
The sound of the piano rang out, it was Yun Qiyou sitting on a big rock in the valley playing the demon-suppressing guqin. The screams also rang out, it was Axiang punching Feng Yuyan on the bridge of the nose, and Feng Yuyan made
