The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

"Delicious?" Mei Jian opened his eyes, savored the taste carefully, and said, "It's really delicious."

"That's right!" Ling Chi smiled, and said to Lan Jian and the three of them: "You guys also come over and have a taste."

"Is it really edible?" San Jian was still very resistant, always thinking that the eldest sister was cooperating with Ling Chi and the others.

"Just like Mr. Ling said, it tastes delicious." Mei Jian said: "And the smell has disappeared."

"Really?" Mei Jian is not a person who likes to joke or play pranks, and San Jian felt relieved, so he gritted his teeth and took a bite each.

"Well……"

"Um……"

"Um..."

Sanjian was amazed: "It's delicious."

"Let's put it aside for now!" Ling Chi looked at the Shaolin monks rushing out of the temple, and said, "The big deal is here."

Standing with four swords in hand, I saw that more than [-] monks had gathered in the open space in front of the temple gate, and the rest of the monks continued to join the team. In a short while, nearly a thousand warrior monks had gathered. Many, but quietly silent.

Looking at the severely injured colleagues all over the floor, the monks all looked angry and felt heavy in their hearts.

Suddenly, three bells were heard, and all the monks proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Namo Sakyamuni Buddha!"

At this moment, two eminent monks of the Xuan family, Xuan Nan, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, and Xuan Ji, the head of the Precepts Academy, walked out of the door slowly, and all the monks bowed in salute.

The two eminent monks looked at their fellow disciples who were seriously injured all over the floor, and they all proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Xuan Nan and Xuan Ji walked up to Ling Chi and stood still with heavy expressions.

"There was a golden dragon roaring just now, if my guess is correct, it should be the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan." Xuannan said in a deep voice, "It's just that Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, is 30 years old, what is the relationship between the benefactor and Clan leader Qiao? Why do you want to be an enemy of Shaolin?"

"Correct a little first." Ling Chi said flatly: "It's not that I want to be an enemy of Shaolin, it's that Xuanci is making things difficult for me, and I'm forced to fight back."

Xuan Nan and Xuan Ji frowned, and said, "How could the abbot be in trouble with the benefactor? Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, since we've already done something, it can't be resolved with just a few words." Ling Chi moved his hands and feet, and said: "If you don't give me an explanation, the reputation of Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years will be destroyed today. gone."

The tense atmosphere was instantly full of chills.

"Amitabha." Xuannan proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said: "Although my Shaolin should not be violent to the few, but if the benefactor insists on embarrassing my Shaolin, it may be a fight."

"That's really great." Ling Chi sneered, and a steel flute appeared in his hand: "Today, there will be a catastrophe in Shaolin."

Under the watchful eyes of all Shaolin monks, Ling Chi put the hole flute to his mouth, circulated his true energy, and played a series of murderous notes.

Woohoo...

Bihai Chaoshengqu (Level 9): Active skill, sonic attack, causing 90% of the base damage within a radius of one kilometer.

Ling Chi's strength, agility, and physique have all reached 800 points, and his true energy has been transformed into innate true energy, which has also reached 80 years. After all, the basic attack power is absolutely terrifying.

Nearly a thousand Shaolin monks were swept and submerged by the blue sea tide song, and they were hit hard almost in an instant, and they all vomited blood and fell to the ground.Those Shaolin eminent monks with profound skills were also overwhelmed by the invisible sound waves. They only resisted for a few seconds before their true energy was dissipated and they vomited blood and rushed to the street.

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Chapter 237 The Buddha Jumps Over The Wall

Five seconds, only five seconds of the blue sea tide song, no one in Shaolin Temple can stand up.

Ling Chi put down the flute and exhaled.

This Bihai Chaosheng song is his only super-wide-range attack method, within a radius of one kilometer, no one can escape.However, there are still many people eating melons and the Four Swords within a radius of one thousand meters. In order not to hurt them, Ling Chi can only strengthen the control of the attack range, but because of this, the consumption of internal energy is also amazing.

In just five seconds just now, he had already consumed nearly half of his true energy.Of course, this is also related to the fact that Bi Haichao Shengqu has reached level nine. The higher the level, the greater the power and the more terrifying the energy consumed.

Fortunately, his level is high enough, and besides the sweeping monk, there is no one in Shaolin Temple who can reach the top blue master, so it is a piece of cake to lay down a thousand or eight hundred Shaolin monks.

But Si Jian was shocked by this scene and lost his voice.

They looked at Ling Chi's slightly thin back, but at this moment he looked so tall and piercing into the clouds.

Not only them, those people who eat melons also stared blankly at the scene in front of them, their heads were empty, as if they were dreaming.

Brother Li Luo slapped himself hard, the severe pain and buzzing ears told him: This is not a dream.

Li Luo looked at Ling Chi with eyes full of awe and excitement: A person can be so powerful, is this a worldly expert?It's no wonder that so many people have been looking for immortals and Taoism since ancient times. If they are as powerful as brother Ling, what is the fame and wealth in the world?

After laying down these bald donkeys, Ling Chi immediately took out two popsicles and stuffed them into the mouths of Xuannan and Xuanji, and got two ordinary blue recipes.

"Come here and do me a favor." Ling Chi beckoned to Sijian, took out four small jars containing stinky fermented bean curd from the 'small trolley', and said: "These bald donkeys, each one, just put it in your mouth .”

"Master Ling, why do you do such a thing?" Si Jian didn't understand.

"Of course I have my reasons." Ling Chi smiled and said, "Just do it."

Although it was just an ordinary tone, Si Jian could hear an irresistible meaning.

"Yes."

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With the help of Four Swords, it only took about a quarter of an hour, and all the monks lying on the ground had a piece of stinky fermented bean curd in their mouths, and the pungent stench made the melon eaters vomit again and again.

"They are feeding shit to Shaolin monks, they must be feeding shit... vomit~~~~~~"

With nearly a thousand monks, Ling Chi harvested more than [-] white recipes, more than [-] ordinary blue recipes, and more than a dozen advanced blue recipes.In terms of the number of masters, Shaolin Temple is worthy of being the largest sect in the world, even Vulture Palace can't produce so many blue masters.

Seeing that the experience value has become 98.72%, Ling Chi shook his head: Sure enough, we still have to rely on the sweeping monk!

Turning his head to look at the old monk who came out of the door, his eyes were full of amusement.

This is a skinny monk wearing a green robe, he is definitely not young, his sparse long beards are all white, he is holding a broom in his hand, looking at Ling Chi solemnly.

Is it finally here?Sweeper.

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "If you had come out earlier, they wouldn't have to suffer this crime."

"Amitabha." The sweeping monk held the broom with both hands, and said, "The martial arts of the benefactor is unrivaled in the world, so why use Shaolin as a stepping stone?"

"It's not that I want to use Shaolin as a stepping stone, it's that you treat me as an enemy from the beginning to the end." Ling Chi smiled lightly: "My goal from the beginning to the end is you. If you want to blame, you can only blame them for asking for trouble."

"Amitabha, I'm no more than an old monk who swept the ground in Shaolin Temple. I'm afraid the benefactor is looking for the wrong person!" said the monk.

"Forget it!" Ling Chi reached into the trolley, took out a dish covered with a lid, and said, "I have a dish here, do you want to try it?"