Chapter 929: What chicken leg do you need to strike the Blood Refining Holy Land?

I'm not serious?

Looking at this Dao Yi Shengdi disciple already locked in fierce combat with an Undying Holy Land disciple, this Jade Pool Holy Land disciple's eyes widened.

She's not serious? You've actually gotten serious by eating chicken legs on the battlefield?

After living so many years, cultivating for so many years, enduring so many life-and-death crises, she had never seen anyone eat chicken legs on the battlefield.

Moreover, this person actually turned around and said she wasn't serious?

However, this Dao Yi Shengdi disciple obviously had no idea what she was thinking; at this moment he was gnawing on a chicken leg while fiercely battling the Undying Holy Land disciple.

Besides, this chicken leg really works; moreover, such a delicious chicken leg makes my combat strength feel increased by a bit.

Indeed, this is the correct way to open my Dao Yi Shengdi; that previous Nonsense Death Pill was just some ridiculous thing.

Kill

Immediately, the Dao Yi Shengdi disciples fighting the Undying Holy Land had their fighting spirit boil over, one holding a chicken leg, the other a magic treasure, beating the Undying Holy Land disciples into constant retreat.

It's weird, today is different from before again.

How the heck are these guys detoxifying?

Looking at the non-holy-land side, they were not only completely crushed, but also filled with countless questions in their hearts; this Dao Yi Shengdi is indeed weird, each time different.

However, they didn't know that the previous Dao Yi Shengdi couldn't yet be considered a true Dao Yi Shengdi, but now, well, forget it.

At first, it was the people fighting the Undying Holy Land who ate chicken legs, but when the disciples battling the Blood Refining Holy Land and Withered Ghost Holy Land saw this, they couldn't hold back.

One by one, they also pulled out big chicken legs and started eating.

This left the other senior brothers staring dumbfounded.

Why are you eating chicken legs?

I'm poisoned, can't I?

You're fighting the Blood Refining Holy Land, what poison did you get?

Blood poison isn't poison.

You...............

Then why are you? You couldn't possibly be poisoned fighting the Withered Ghost Holy Land, right?

I can't not be hungry.

Okay okay okay...........

Watching the disciples facing the Blood Refining Holy Land and Withered Ghost Holy Land all gobbling down chicken legs, for a moment, on the battlefield, Dao Yi Shengdi disciples could be seen everywhere, each holding a big chicken leg, eating with great delight.

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

I originally thought this Dao Yi Shengdi was already outrageous enough, but now it seems what came before was nothing.

Are you here to fight, or to have a picnic?

Before the battle, Ye Zhangqing prepared ten big chicken legs for each disciple; they looked plentiful, but this stuff simply wasn't enough to eat.

According to the Dao Yi Shengdi disciples, it wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.

Senior Brother, you...............

I'll top your sister.

Xu Jie had finished his ten chicken legs; he had originally wanted Zhao Zhengping to cover for him, but before he could speak, Zhao Zhengping retorted back.

You damn well need to eat a chicken leg just to fight a Withered Ghost Holy Land disciple, and now you want me to cover for you?

Seeing Zhao Zhengping's angry face, Xu Jie could only turn to look for another target; fortunately, he soon spotted Nangong Qing, the senior brother of the Cloud Luo Holy Land.

Senior Brother Nangong.

After a few days of contact, the two had come to know each other; they were in the heat of battle when suddenly someone called his name, Nangong Qing blinked, then turned to see Xu Jie calling out to him.

Moreover, he brought along the Withered Ghost Holy Land disciple he had been fighting, who came running this way.

A face full of confusion, what the heck?

What's wrong?

I have something to discuss with you.

Don't mess around, we're fighting.

I'm in a hurry, Senior Brother Nangong.

You............. hurry up and say.

Um, help me cover for me.

What?

Get lost.

Before Nangong Qing could react, Xu Jie flashed with a movement technique of the Transformation Realm level, instantly appearing behind that Withered Ghost Holy Land inner disciple, then kicked out, sending it flying toward Nangong Qing.

Senior Brother Nangong, thanks for your hard work.

I@￥%#@￥%

Seeing that huge Withered Ghost Holy Land inner disciple fly straight onto his face, Nangong Qing cursed in anger.

But Xu Jie didn't give him a chance to speak, having already turned and run.

No choice, Nangong Qing could only fight two at once, instantly hating it to the point of his teeth itching.

All the way sprinting to the city gate, sure enough, that familiar big tent appeared, and the busy sound inside it directly gave many Dao Yi Shengdi disciples a gradual sense of safety.

By the time Xu Jie arrived, many people had already gathered outside the tent, obviously he wasn't the first.

All the senior brothers each gulped down soup, ignoring their wounds, each sighing.

Still, the soup on the battlefield is delicious.

That's right, and it's unlimited.

We're back, finally back.

Ye Zhangqing, junior brother, quickly, get me ten chicken legs, I've finished mine, damn it, those guys from the Undying Holy Land are too fierce.

Xu Jie squeezed into the crowd, grabbed a bowl of soup and gulped it down, and at the same time didn't forget to ask Ye Zhangqing for ten chicken legs.

Although Ye Zhangqing is now an Elder, the fellow disciples of Divine Sword Peak still habitually call him Ye Zhangqing, junior brother, and Ye Zhangqing also feels more cordial about it.

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

Ye Zhangqing, while packing ten chicken legs and handing them to Xu Jie, meanwhile Xu Jie gulped down three big bowls of soup in a row, and then repeatedly nodded solemnly.

"That's right, it's fierce as hell, Senior Brother—I've had several close calls."

"What Xu Jie said was quite orderly, but Ye Zhangqing has never fought the Undying Race, so he doesn't know if it's true."

But just then, Zhao Zhengping, who had just arrived, shouted angrily.

"Xu Laosan, do you still have any shame? Fighting the Withered Ghost Holy Land is bad enough, and you've already eaten ten chicken legs—do you still have the nerve to ask for more?"

As soon as he said that, the many fellow disciples present glanced sideways at Xu Jie—indeed, you are something, Third Senior Brother.

Xu Jie, meanwhile, didn't care at all, finished packing the chicken legs, drank another bowl of soup, then quickly left, and even shouted back.

"You can't eat chicken legs in the Withered Ghost Holy Land? My Undying Rejuvenation Technique is allergic—I can't!"

"You... never mind, Ye Zhangqing, junior brother, quickly give me ten chicken legs, those damn bastards from the Undying Holy Land are really fucking fierce."

Huh???

Upon hearing Zhao Zhengping's words, Ye Zhangqing, as well as everyone present, including the Spirit Chefs of the Spirit Chef Alliance, were all taken aback.

How come this sounds so familiar?

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

"Why are you all looking at me like that? I'm not Xu San—I really did fight in the Undying Holy Land, and I'm their senior disciple."

"Senior Brother, Shen Xian Shī xiōng also said that just now."

After the words fell, a junior disciple timidly said a sentence.

Earlier, Shen Xian came asking for chicken legs, saying the same thing—he had fought the senior disciple of the Undying Holy Land, and for that Ye Zhangqing specially gave him five extra.

As soon as that was said, the next second, a roar of anger from Zhao Zhengping erupted outside the tent.

"Shen Xian, I fuck your grandfather!"