Still a foodie.

After Zhao Gutai woke up, he licked the corners of his lips, stretched his neck and looked forward. Because his hands were numb from sleep and his body was unstable, he fell to the ground and started to scream in pain.

Everyone looked over speechlessly and saw Zhao Gutai rolling and rolling towards the fire.

Zhuchen Ren smiled and said: "Forget it, loosen the rope for him and bring him over."

A nearby young man untied Zhao Gutai's rope and pulled him to an empty seat.

Zhao Gutai's hands and feet were weak and he did not resist. He stared at the fish on the fire for a while, then moved his eyes up after a while and scanned everyone's faces.

Naturally, he spotted three unfamiliar faces and knew that they were monks, so he quickly passed by with a guilty conscience.

He thought clearly in one afternoon. He must not attack the stone with force, apologize nicely, give up his dignity, and return to Yu Yuanzong alive.

As he thought this, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. His brown eyes rolled around and then returned to Feng Buye.

The latter noticed his gaze, raised the tail of his long and narrow eyes, and glanced at him coldly. The dark pupils and the faintly surrounding demonic energy scared Zhao Gutai to the point that he almost lost his soul. He pointed at Feng Buye

He trembled and said: "Momomomo..."

His face was filled with fear and tears were on the verge of falling.

A demon cultivator, a cultivator who specializes in killing, and a female cultivator who can't see the depth. Everyone in this sect is abnormal, indeed, normal people will not come to an inaccessible place like the demon world.

Maybe they were originally monks who had done many evil things and were expelled here by the sect.

Feng Changyin was unhappy, so he pointed at his master, waved his arm and slapped him down, shouting: "You are not allowed to look at my master!"

Feng Changyin's hands were very strong, but he did not retain any strength when he made this move. Zhao Gutai was struck with a dull pain, and he thought his bones were about to be broken.

He took a step back, hugged his arms tightly, put his head into his knees, and entered the stage of self-isolation.

"Isn't that true?" Zhuchen said in shock, "Can you please don't add drama to yourself?"

Zhao Gutai raised his head and glanced at her Yingying, like a cabbage withering in the wind, making its last struggle before withering.

Zhuchen: "..." It seems that his inner world is really rich. He is a sentimental man.

Even though he is such a coward, he doesn't look like a bad person. So sometimes being a coward is indeed beneficial, as it can dissuade people from taking evil paths.

Zhuchen looked around, pointed at Zhao Gutai and asked, "Has he ever bullied you?"

Zhang Shiwen and others all shook their heads.

They had recognized the person before, but they didn't remember who it was.

However, there are many monks in Yu Yuan Sect, so it is normal for them not to know a few of them.

"Never seen it before."

"I seem to have seen him once from a distance. During the sacrifice, he was standing on the left side of the altar."

"The worst thing in Yuyuan Sect is actually not the inner disciples, but the unsuccessful outer monks. Once they gain power, they will look for opportunities to bully us all day long. I am afraid that if I live a depressed life in the sect, I will vent my frustration.

Wait for me."

Zhao Gutai paid no attention to secular affairs. To be precise, he rarely even left the house. At this time, he whispered to justify himself: "I have never bullied others. I have always been practicing cultivation..."

Feng Changyin was very surprised: "You have been practicing all day long and you have achieved this level?"

He was very sincere, but his words hurt his heart.

Zhao Gutai shut his mouth and cried silently for himself again.

Zhuchen felt some sympathy for this A-zhai. After all, she was also obsessed with practicing all day long, but her cultivation was not as good as that of Zhao Gutai. What's more, her master was Feng Buye, not a bunch of messy monks from the Yu Yuan Sect.

Zhuchen thought about it, scooped out half a bowl of porridge from the pot and handed it to him.

Zhao Gutai didn't dare to answer, so he whispered: "Can I drink it?"

"What? Are you afraid that we will poison you?" Zhuchen rolled his eyes, "Rice is so expensive." You deserve it too.

Zhao Gutai read out the half-sentence she had hidden. He was very ashamed and a little reassured. He took it with both hands and took a sip.

Zhao Gutai had eaten good food in Yu Yuanzong, but when he drank this porridge, it was as if his soul had been washed, and his whole body became energetic. He smacked his lips and tasted it carefully.

He couldn't tell what was good about the taste, but there was a feeling that made him particularly satisfied.

If this is his last meal...oh no, the last meal should be Meng Po soup.

Zhuchen watched him drink one sip after another, then used firewood to stir the fire, and said: "Although you have never bullied the people before, you come here to make trouble today. You deserve to be beaten."

Zhao Gutai responded weakly: "Oh..." He had already accepted his fate and didn't think about anything else.

Zhuchen said: "Let's go after dinner. Go back and tell your classmates that if you dare to come next time, we won't be polite."

Zhao Gutai braced himself and said "Yeah" again.

Sparks were crackling, and everyone's faces were illuminated by a pale red firelight.

Zhao Gutai drank a bowl of hot porridge, his internal organs warmed up, and he became bolder. He cleared his throat and asked: "Who are you? Why are you here to oppose me, Yu Yuanzong?"

Feng Changyin choked: "Who is here for your Yu Yuan Sect?"

Feng Changyin didn't like the feeling of being misunderstood. He was well-behaved on the inside, but arrogant on the outside. Hearing that this person insisted on connecting him with an inferior sect, he felt unhappy.

"Why do you think so much?" Feng Changyin glanced at Zhuchen, got inspiration from her face, and said loudly, "Don't think too highly of yourself! You are so shameless!"

Zhuchen: "..." I remember these words quite clearly.

Zhao Gutai was confused and thought to himself that he didn't say anything. Why was he so shameless?

"With your level of cultivation, you can become an inner disciple of the Yu Yuan Sect." Feng Changyin had a very imitative expression on his face and coldly snorted, "I don't think even the head of your Yu Yuan Sect can beat a kid like me."

Zhao Gutai was very ashamed and didn't know how to refute. He hesitated and said: "I...I am one of the more mediocre people. There are also powerful people in Yu Yuanzong, not as unworthy as you said."

Feng Changyin said: "You are more than mediocre in qualifications. In Pu Fengshan, you can only do odd jobs in the back mountain. I'm not exaggerating. Even if your master comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the pressure of my master."

sword."

Zhao Gutai was lost, his ears twitched, and he raised his head and asked: "Pu Fengshan? Is it the Pu Fengshan who is said to be the number one sect in the world?"

"Oh, we are no longer from Pu Feng Sect." Feng Changyin thought about it belatedly, but he had no regrets at all and still said with dignity, "So what? The most powerful person in Pu Feng Sect is still my master. Now

My master is in Chaowen, and the most powerful one in the world is Chaowen!"

Feng Buye called out tepidly: "Long Yin."

The younger brother's back was numb, and he calmed down and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I won't say anything anymore."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Zhao Gutai stood up excitedly, as if he had been greatly provoked and wanted to fight with his life.

He pointed to the sky and said eloquently: "The most powerful one on Pu Feng Mountain is the leader of sword cultivators in the world. He has an unparalleled demeanor and is a powerful monk who has killed countless demons. He is the master uncle of Pu Feng Mountain! Legend has it that he

The sword can open up heaven and earth, and it only takes half a step to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal. Even the head of Pu Fengshan does not dare to compete with him for the first place. Besides him, who dares to say that he is the most powerful person in Pu Fengzong?"

Feng Changyin and Zhuchen turned their heads together and looked at him like an idiot.

Zhao Gutai spoke passionately, sonorously and forcefully: "He is the leader of sword cultivators and a role model for our generation! He is extremely generous and makes the sword cultivating method he has cultivated widely and public to the outside world. Just ask, who knows?

Where else can there be a person like him, upright and open-minded? Next to the ancestral hall of my Yu Yuan Sect, there is a powerful stone statue. I dare say that all the sword cultivators in the world are headed by the Immortal Lord!"

Zhuchen glanced at Feng Buye and saw that the veins on the back of his hands had begun to bulge, which was a sign that his patience had run out. He couldn't help but sympathize with the man in front of him and couldn't help but interrupt him: "Don't talk about you. You."

A role model...you know what you hate most when people are nagging outside?"

After Zhao Gutai was so excited, he recalled the past and began to feel sad again: "If I could see him, I wouldn't be verbose. I used to be extremely talented, and my biggest dream was to participate in a swordsmanship competition between sects, so that I could see him from a distance.

Senior glanced at me. If I could get some advice from him, I would die without regrets. Who knows, as I practice and practice, I will be useless. Ugh...why? Ugh..."

Zhuchen: "..." Damn it, tell me the truth, did you drink fake wine?

Feng Changyin's little head was thinking about being different from others. He grabbed one sentence and pointed it out: "With your Yu Yuanzong style, are you worthy of worshiping my master? On the one hand, he said that he admired my master's noble character, but on the other hand, he bullied the weak outside.

,Humph, talking so sweetly and using swords behind your back is an insult to my master’s reputation. I will smash that stone statue another day!”

Zhao Gutai said blankly: "Your master?"

Feng Changyin raised his chin proudly: "Humph!"

Zhang Shiwen and others didn't know much about the world of cultivation. After listening to Zhao Gutai's exaggerated praise, they realized that Feng Buye might have an extraordinary background. They glanced at this person with an aloof temperament out of the corner of their eyes and exclaimed: "Wow.

——”

The best sword cultivator in the world? Then...then aren't they getting a huge advantage?

Zhao Gutai was completely stunned and could no longer speak fluently: "Momomo..."

Feng Changyin knocked down his hand again and said angrily: "I told you not to point fingers at my master like this! You are so stupid!"

Zhao Gutai struggled to spit out the next words, and even made a cross on the high note: "Could it be that you are the master of sword cultivation, Feng Buye?"

Feng Buye had never seen such a naked idiot before. He probably thought he was a bit unsightly, so he turned the grilled fish in his hand without responding.

Zhuchen couldn't bear to stare and said "tsk tsk" twice.

Zhao Gutai's knees weakened and he slid to the ground. Due to the great impact, his eyes were no longer focused.

Feng Buye couldn't stand him any longer and waved his hand: "Let's go."

Zhao Gutai finally recovered from the dizziness of surprise. He hugged the people around him and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I won't leave—! I won't leave even if I die!!"
Chapter completed!