Soon, the entire canteen was filled with a rich aroma, and dishes with delicious flavors and colors were continuously brought out from the kitchen. Many disciples came after hearing the news and wanted to try their luck. See if Senior Yinglong can
Love their food.
But soon, they discovered a problem. Senior Yinglong himself didn't eat much, but kept serving dishes to Tianmiao. While picking up the dishes, he carefully asked her which dish was delicious. After getting a delicious reply, he gave
The cook throws something away. This thing may be a weapon, a pill, or a secret book.
But without exception, everyone who got something smiled happily and ran away squealing with excitement.
Ying Long's heroic behavior in the afternoon shocked everyone in the Canglang Sect.
The headmaster also heard this and was very happy. Yinglong had all good things in his hands, and by taking out so many at once, he was giving an advantage to the disciples of the Canglang Sect.
However, this sword spirit named Tianmiao can actually make Ying Long bother to please him. Where does this sword spirit come from? The leader is confused. Next time, ask yourself that scoundrel and see if he knows anything.
After this incident, everyone in Canglang Sect knew one thing.
That is, Ye Chenfeng's sword spirit is unusual. He is good friends with Yinglong and likes food. Don't ask how a sword spirit can taste food. The question is that this sword spirit is very powerful and has cultivated a physical body.
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"Chenfeng, where is your sword spirit?" The leader arrived at the yard where Ye Chenfeng lived, looked around, but couldn't find Tianmiao, so he asked about Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng raised his eyelids and looked at the leader, and said slowly: "Maybe he went to Ten Thousand Changes Peak."
"Wanbian Peak?" The leader wondered, "Aren't you going to Qingyuan Peak?" Tianmiao doesn't like food very much. If she wanted to go, Yinglong would take her to the canteen of Qingyuan Peak to eat.
"Senior Yinglong said he would take Tianmiao to the Ten Thousand Changes Peak." Ye Chenfeng said.
"Going to Wanbian Peak? What are you going to do?" The leader was puzzled.
"Go...forge jewelry for Tianmiao." Ye Chenfeng turned to look at the leader and said expressionlessly.
"What? What did you say?" The leader suspected that he heard wrongly. What did he just hear?
"You heard it right. Senior Ying Long said that the group of weapon cultivators would make beautiful jewelry and hairdresses for Tianmiao. Whoever makes them well will..." Ye Chenfeng's expression was a little complicated.
The leader understands what is said next. Whoever builds it well will still be rewarded heavily...
Very good, this method is very suitable for Mr. Long.
No! That’s not the point!
How could a sword spirit like beautiful jewelry, clothes, etc.?
Ye Chenfeng ignored the messy father in the wind, put away his sword, and walked straight out to find Tianmiao at Wanbian Peak.
"Hey, wait, wait, you bastard, I told you to wait." The leader chased after him.
"Say." Ye Chenfeng finally stopped.
"What is the origin of this Sword Spirit Tianmiao?" The leader finally asked what he had wanted to know for a long time.
Ye Chenfeng not only stopped this time, but also turned to look directly at the leader, and then said something that shocked the leader.
"I don't know, we have no contractual relationship." After Ye Chenfeng said this, he was about to leave.
The leader was shocked and quickly stepped forward to hold Ye Chenfeng's hand: "What did you say? There is no master-servant contract?"
Ye Chenfeng stood still and turned to look at the leader. A strange expression appeared on his usually expressionless face.
"Master-servant contract?" Ye Chenfeng looked at the leader, "Dad, I suggest you go to sleep for a while. No one in the world is qualified for the equal contract. Return the master-servant contract? Ha! Didn't you see it that day?
Your uncle Ying Long is wagging his tail at her?"
After saying this, Ye Chenfeng turned around and left.
The leader opened his mouth wide and froze on the spot. Then, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.
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