Chapter 1737

However, this Dao One Holy Land disciple clearly didn't know what she was thinking. At this moment, he was gnawing on a chicken leg while fighting with the Undead Holy Land disciple.

And don't say, this chicken leg is truly useful, and such a delicious chicken leg makes him feel like his combat power has increased by a few points.

Sure enough, this is the correct way to open the Dao One Holy Land; what the hell was that Kill-Elixir before?

"Kill."

Immediately, the Dao One Holy Land disciples fighting the Undead Holy Land were all filled with fighting spirit, one hand with a chicken leg, the other with a magic treasure, beating the Undead Holy Land disciples into retreat.

"It's bizarre, today is different from before again."

"How on earth are these guys detoxifying?"

Looking at the Undead Holy Land, they were not only being crushed in all aspects, but their hearts were full of question marks. This Dao One Holy Land was indeed bizarre; it was different every time.

However, they didn't know that the previous Dao One Holy Land couldn't be considered the true Dao One Holy Land, but now, forget it.

At first, it was the people fighting the Undead Holy Land who ate chicken legs, but when the disciples fighting the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land saw this, how could they resist?

One by one, they also took out large chicken legs and began to eat.

It left the other senior and junior brothers dumbstruck.

"Why are you eating a chicken leg?"

"Can't I eat it if I'm poisoned?"

"You are fighting the Blood Refining Holy Land, what poison are you talking about?"

"Isn't blood poison a poison?"

"You..."

"Then why are you doing it? You can't be poisoned fighting the Withered Ghost Holy Land, right?"

"Can't I eat if I'm hungry?"

"Fine, fine, fine..."

Watching the disciples facing the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land eating chicken legs in big bites, for a time, on the battlefield, one could see Dao One Holy Land disciples everywhere, each holding a large chicken leg, eating with great relish.

And everyone around, whether Undead Race or Human Race, had their eyelids twitching.

They thought the Dao One Holy Land was outrageous enough before, but now it seemed that what came before was nothing.

Are you here to fight a war, or are you here for a picnic?

Before the battle, Ye Changqing prepared ten large chicken legs for every disciple. It looked like a lot, but this stuff wasn't enough to eat at all.

According to the Dao One Holy Land disciples, it wasn't even enough to get between their teeth.

"Big Senior Brother, you hold..."

"I'll hold your sister."

The ten chicken legs on Xu Jie's body had already been eaten. He originally wanted to ask Zhao Zhengping to hold the line for him, but before the words were out of his mouth, he was directly retorted by Zhao Zhengping.

You are fighting a Withered Ghost Holy Land disciple and you still want to eat a chicken leg, and now you want me to help you hold the line?

Seeing Zhao Zhengping's angry face, Xu Jie could only turn his head to find another target. Fortunately, he soon saw the Yunluo Holy Land's Big Senior Brother, Nangong Qing.

"Senior Brother Nangong."

After a few days of contact, the two could be considered acquaintances. He was fighting fiercely when he suddenly heard someone call his name. Nangong Qing was stunned, then turned his head, only to see Xu Jie calling to him.

And, he was running toward him with the Withered Ghost Holy Land disciple he was fighting.

Full of doubt, what the hell?

"What's wrong?"

"I have something to discuss with you."

"Don't mess around, we are fighting a war."

"I am in a hurry, Senior Brother Nangong."

"You... speak quickly."

"That, help me hold the line."

"What?"

"Go."

Before Nangong Qing could react, Xu Jie flashed, using his Transformation Realm movement technique, instantly circled behind the personal disciple of the Withered Ghost Holy Land, and then kicked out, directly kicking him toward Nangong Qing's direction.

"Senior Brother Nangong, thank you for your hard work."

"I @￥%#@￥%"

Watching such a large personal disciple of the Withered Ghost Holy Land fly directly into his face, Nangong Qing was so angry he cursed.

But Xu Jie didn't give him a chance to speak at all and had already turned and ran.

With no other choice, Nangong Qing could only fight two with one, instantly itching with hatred.

Running wildly all the way to the city gate, sure enough, that familiar large tent appeared, and the busy voice inside that tent gave the many Dao One Holy Land disciples a sense of security.

By the time Xu Jie arrived, many people were already surrounding the tent; clearly, he wasn't the first.

The senior and junior brothers were drinking soup in big gulps, ignoring their injuries, and sighing.

"The soup on the battlefield is still the best."

"That's right, and it's unlimited."

"Returned, finally returned."

"Junior Brother Changqing, quickly, give me ten chicken legs, mine are finished. Damn it, those guys from the Undead Holy Land are too fierce."

Xu Jie squeezed into the crowd, grabbed a bowl of soup, and drank it in big gulps, while not forgetting to ask Ye Changqing for ten more chicken legs.

Although Ye Changqing was now a high-ranking Elder, the senior and junior brothers of the Divine Sword Peak were still used to calling him Junior Brother Changqing, and Ye Changqing also felt closer to them this way.

"Ten chicken legs aren't enough? Is the Undead Holy Land that strong?"

Ye Changqing packed ten chicken legs and handed them to Xu Jie. On the other side, Xu Jie drank three bowls of soup in a row and nodded solemnly.

"That's right, they are fierce as hell; Senior Brother has been in life-and-death danger several times."

Xu Jie said it as if it were true. Ye Changqing had never fought the Undead Race, so he didn't know if it was true or false.

But at this time, Zhao Zhengping, who had just arrived, shouted angrily.

"Xu Laosan, do you still have any shame? You are fighting the Withered Ghost Holy Land, and you already ate ten chicken legs, and you still have the face to ask for more?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the many senior and junior brothers present looked at Xu Jie one after another. It is worthy of you, Third Senior Brother.

And Xu Jie didn't care at all. He packed the chicken legs, drank another bowl of soup, and then left quickly, shouting back loudly.

"Can't I eat chicken legs fighting the Withered Ghost Holy Land? Can't I be allergic to the Undead Rejuvenation Technique?"

"You... forget it. Junior Brother Changqing, quickly, give me ten chicken legs, those Undead Holy Land dogs are truly fierce."

Huh???

Hearing Zhao Zhengping's words, Ye Changqing and everyone present, including the spirit chefs of the Spirit Chef Alliance, were stunned.

Why did this sound so familiar?

Seeing everyone looking at him with strange eyes, Zhao Zhengping said anxiously.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? I am not Xu San; I am truly fighting the Undead Holy Land, and it is their Big Disciple."

"Big Senior Brother, Junior Brother Shen Xian also said this just now."

After the words fell, a junior brother said weakly.

Before, when Shen Xian came to ask for chicken legs, he said the same thing. He was fighting the Big Disciple of the Undead Holy Land, and for this, Ye Changqing specially gave him five more.

As soon as these words were spoken, in the next second, Zhao Zhengping's roar sounded outside the tent.

"Shen Xian, I #%￥#%￥#%#%# your grandfather." ===== CHAPTER 1738 =====