Chapter 94

If it weren't for Qingshi locking onto the cave dwelling, he would have really been run away by this old thing.

Out of curiosity, Qingshi got up directly, came to the courtyard, and saw Little Wang Yao who got up early to cultivate.

If it were before, Qingshi would probably think Little Wang Yao was very diligent, but now, he could only say that she was completely incomparable to the Divine Jianfeng disciples.

People were cultivating all night; they were not on the same level at all.

"Master."

Seeing Qingshi, Little Wang Yao smiled.

"Master has something to go out for. You wait for me here."

He didn't have time to explain to Little Wang Yao. Qingshi left a sentence and disappeared directly in place.

Following the crowd to the foot of the mountain, and finally seeing a group of disciples fighting in a melee outside a small courtyard, Qingshi was completely stunned.

What was this situation? Fighting a battle early in the morning? When did Divine Jianfeng disciples become so fierce?

It was fine for disciples to spar, but even many deacons were fighting—this was outrageous.

And, with Qingshi's vision, he could naturally see that everyone was not holding back at all. They were really fighting.

Except for not killing, the long sword slashed on the body, and it was really skin-tearing and flesh-blurring.

But even so, the many disciples still didn't retreat at all, and one by one they were as fierce as if they had taken drugs.

He couldn't understand it at all. What was this for?

Until the melee ended, the many disciples were divided into four queues. Those who won were obediently queuing up, and they didn't care about the injuries and blood stains on their bodies at all.

"Mealtime."

As the sound rang out, the many disciples entered the small courtyard in an orderly manner, and then began to serve food.

Serving food? Seeing this scene, Qingshi was stupid.

So they were fighting to the death just to eat? Those winning disciples were to get a quota for a meal?

His worldview completely collapsed. Could a group of cultivators fight for food like beggars in the secular world?

As a cultivator, once you embark on the path of cultivation, these so-called grains almost have no temptation.

Even expensive monster meat is eaten because it is helpful for cultivation.

But right now, the food these disciples were eating was clearly just ordinary food.

Was it worth it?

Approaching cautiously in the dark, before long, a fragrance rushed into his nose.

"So fragrant."

He couldn't help but say. At this moment, Qingshi seemed to understand a little why these Divine Jianfeng disciples were so desperate.

Even he felt his index finger move under this fragrance, especially when he saw everyone eating so heartily, and saliva had already flowed out unconsciously.

Soon he saw Hong Zun in the crowd, who was holding a cage of soup dumplings, one bite after another, and couldn't stop eating at all.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Qingshi flashed and appeared beside Hong Zun instantly.

And Hong Zun, who was busy eating, didn't react at all, and the soup dumplings in his hand were gone directly.

Huh?

"Who the hell grabbed my soup dumplings? Is there any rule?"

The strength of the two was about the same, plus Qingshi was a surprise attack, and Hong Zun had no precautions, so when the angry scolding sounded, Qingshi had already impatiently stuffed a soup dumpling into his mouth.

It was very hot, but the taste directly opened a new world for Qingshi.

His eyes widened instantly, and he didn't even pay attention to the angry Hong Zun on the side.

And seeing Qingshi at that moment, Hong Zun completely couldn't hold it anymore.

"Old thing, is there any law? This is my stuff."

"Woo woo woo............."

After eating one, he hurriedly stuffed the second one in, saying incoherently.

Facing this scene, Hong Zun was simply furious, and seeing that only the last soup dumpling was left, he chose to strike directly.

"You are still eating, put down the bun for me."

Hong Zun wanted to grab it, but Qingshi was faster. The one in his mouth hadn't been finished, and the last one was also stuffed in by him directly.

Regardless of whether his mouth could hold it or not, his whole old face was bulging.

Gone. Seeing that the last bun was also gone, Hong Zun was stunned in place.

"Old thing, you are bullying people too much."

Saying that, Hong Zun slapped out directly, and Qingshi fought back while eating.

The two flew into the air and fought over Divine Jianfeng.

"Wow, Master and Senior Qingshi are fighting."

"Can that be called fighting? This is sparring."

"Oh oh, right right, sparring sparring."

A group of disciples not only didn't have any worry about this, but on the contrary, they were looking forward to it. After all, it was rare to see powerhouses of Hong Zun's level fighting.

Eating breakfast while watching powerhouses fight—was there anything happier than this in the world? ===== CHAPTER 95 =====