Chapter 623

Listening to Xu Jie's scolding, Zhao Zhengping curled his lips and said.

"Alright, these words coming out of your mouth have no persuasive power at all."

"Hehe."

Hearing this, Xu Jie didn't get angry either, just gave a silly laugh.

Under the handling of Xu Jie and the others, the ten or so plow oxen were quickly cleaned up.

Now, for these dirty and tiring jobs, Ye Changqing didn't need to take action anymore; Xu Jie and Zhao Zhengping were absolutely good hands.

And don't think it's tiring; many other disciples wanted to come and help, but they didn't even have the qualification.

According to Xu Jie's words, it was that they were clumsy, and coming would only add to the chaos; besides, why get so close to Junior Brother Changqing for no reason, wanting to trick food?

Resting until lunch was about to start, Ye Changqing walked into the kitchen and began to cook.

Those beef had been washed and cut according to his requirements, along with other side dishes.

Let's have boiled beef at noon today.

Because it was ordinary plow ox meat, not a demon beast, the effect of the dish would naturally be discounted.

The same craftsmanship, but different ingredients, would naturally have a gap in efficacy.

Of course, the taste was the same.

And for the disciples, the efficacy of the ingredients didn't seem to be in the first place; it was better to have it, but it wasn't unacceptable if they didn't.

【Spicy boiled beef, spicy and delicious, the meat is tender, has the effect of strengthening meridians, currently perfect grade.】

It wasn't a very complicated dish, and Ye Changqing had already mastered it to the perfect level.

Starting to make it, as Ye Changqing was making lunch in the kitchen, outside the courtyard, many disciples had already fought fiercely together.

And this time, those Putuo Temple disciples from the morning naturally participated as well.

They had all come early to wait, and Xu Jie had also told them the rules.

Miscellaneous disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, deacons, and elders all had their own battlefields.

Outer disciples could only compete with outer disciples and were not allowed to take action against disciples of other levels.

The rules were not complicated, and these Putuo Temple disciples understood them quickly.

"It's quite fair."

"Disciples of the same level competing, no matter what, it should be fifty-fifty, right?"

Such rules made the Putuo Temple disciples' confidence increase greatly; they didn't dare to say they would win steadily against the Dao One Sect disciples, but fifty-fifty should be achievable.

So, looking at it this way, it wasn't that there was no chance to eat.

But such thoughts didn't last long; as everyone started fighting, the Putuo Temple disciples were instantly stunned.

Because damn it, these people's methods were truly dirty.

Especially the Divine Jianfeng disciples, except for not violating the rules, they were simply using every possible means.

The most critical thing was their techniques; why were they different from what they knew?

For example, now, an inner disciple of the Putuo Temple happened to meet an inner disciple of the Divine Jianfeng.

Without saying a word, this Divine Jianfeng inner disciple slapped out directly.

"Bald donkey, look at my Cotton Palm."

Cotton Palm? A mere Yellow-grade technique?

To this, this Putuo Temple disciple initially scoffed; it was simply a joke, a Yellow-grade technique, what power could it have? This was looking down on him too much.

But when the palm print really fell, this Putuo Temple disciple was dumbfounded.

That overwhelming spiritual power palm print, like a giant wave covering the sky, instantly enveloped him.

"Is this damn thing Cotton Palm?"

What kind of Cotton Palm could have such power? It was simply terrifying.

Moreover, after trying to block it, this Putuo Temple disciple was completely speechless; his Xuan-grade technique was useless.

He was directly unloaded of his power by the Cotton Palm.

"Trans... Transformation Realm level..."

Only then did this Putuo Temple disciple realize that the Cotton Palm this guy was using had already reached the Transformation Realm level.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

First of all, in this world, what kind of lunatic would spend a large amount of time cultivating a Yellow-grade technique? And even cultivated it to the Transformation Realm.

This was clearly a case where the effort and the harvest were not proportional.

Yellow-grade techniques, because the grade was placed there, had limited power; if you had the time to study a Yellow-grade technique, why not just go cultivate an Earth-grade technique?

Even if cultivated to the Great Completion Realm, the power would definitely be stronger than a Transformation Realm level Cotton Palm, and not just by a little bit.

This Putuo Temple disciple naturally didn't know that although the Cotton Palm had limited power, it was useful when snatching food.

With one palm falling, this Putuo Temple disciple was directly controlled by the Cotton Palm, while that Divine Jianfeng disciple smiled slightly.

"Just this? Even without a Transformation Realm level technique, you still want to snatch food?"

"You..."

I just want to eat a bite of food, what does it have to do with Transformation Realm level techniques? The rules didn't say that if you don't have a Transformation Realm level technique, you can't eat.

Indeed, there was no such rule, but looking at the battlefield at this moment, anyone who had a chance to grab a position was using techniques that, without exception, had reached the Transformation Realm level.

Cotton Palm, Entangling Hands, Flowing Light Steps, anyway, one by one, they were all damn Transformation Realm level.

Transformation Realm techniques, which were rarely seen on weekdays, seemed to have become a must-have for everyone at the Dao One Sect.

It left them stunned; what is going on with these Dao One Sect disciples? Why is everyone's technique at the Transformation Realm level?

And they were all damn Yellow-grade.

A complete technique suppression, coupled with various other dirty methods, the Putuo Temple disciples were defeated at the first touch.

Of course, there were also people who thought they were smart; I'm not the Dao One Sect's opponent, fine, then I won't fight with you, I'll go find the Kumu Nunnery disciples.

You have to pick the soft persimmons; if you can't beat the Dao One Sect, can't you beat the Kumu Nunnery?

Therefore, an outer disciple of the Putuo Temple took the initiative to find a Kumu Nunnery disciple; their cultivation was equivalent, but this Putuo Temple disciple was full of confidence.

"Junior Sister, let this meal be given to me."

He looked at the little nun with a smile; hearing this, the Kumu Nunnery disciple's expression was calm, and she said in a deep voice.

"You'll only know after fighting; take this move."

After the words fell, this Kumu Nunnery disciple took the initiative to launch an attack, while the Putuo Temple disciple smiled confidently.

"It's useless, Junior Sister, you can't even break my defense; look at my Buddhist Jin Zhongzhao... Ouch..."

A golden Buddhist light emerged around his body.

Jin Zhongzhao, the Buddhist sect's supreme defensive technique, easy to learn but difficult to master.