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Chapter 253: Stealing chicken but losing rice

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    The object thrown by Deng Tianyang was a golden ring. The moment Gu Zheng saw it, the slightly disdainful voice of the weapon spirit also sounded in his mind.

    "Consumption type of low-level immortal weapon."

    Taishan Sect is also a sect that has existed since the era of prosperity. There are more than one or two enviable things like immortal weapons in Taishan Sect.

    "Boom"

    The ring hit the silver wolf, making a dull sound like a drum.

    Silver Wolf's strength is very powerful, but an immortal weapon is an immortal weapon after all. The powerful immortal weapon is not something that the current Silver Wolf can handle. The Silver Wolf was smashed away, but the direction it flew to was not coincidentally facing it.  Fight with the past!

    Without hesitation, Gu Zheng hit Silver Wolf in the head with his mountain palm and knocked him to the ground.

    However, knowing that Yinlang was powerful Gu Zheng, Mingzhe kept himself at the outermost edge of the encirclement. Apart from Gu An, who was under personal protection, there was no one else at all beside him. Even though Yinlang died from the blow of the immortal weapon,  But he died completely when he was close to him.

    It can be said that a being like Silver Wolf is full of treasures, and no one would not want it!  So the question is, how can so many people divide this silver wolf?  According to the unwritten rules under normal circumstances, the most precious thing on the silver wolf is undoubtedly the person who launched the final blow to it and ended its life. That's why Gu Zheng knew that it was dead.  Still shot to touch up the knife.

    The battle was over. Most people looked at Gu Zheng with unabashed envy and hatred. As for Deng Tianyang, who said he had sacrificed the immortal weapon, his eyes were even more complicated.

    "We have already stipulated before that whoever kills the last one belongs to whoever kills it last. That means that the demon elixir of Silver Wolf belongs to our Emei Sect!"

    Elder Wuchou laughed happily and ran towards Silver Wolf, loudly declaring his sovereignty.

    "Slow down!"

    Deng Tianyang¡¯s voice sounded, and everyone¡¯s eyes fell on him.

    As a master at the late fifth level, everyone must follow the Taishan Sect to find the Millennium Snow Lotus. Deng Tianyang has a very high say in this group of people.

    Deng Tianyang waved his hand and recalled the fairy weapon suspended in the air.

    Deng Tianyang was heartbroken when he looked at the immortal weapon with cracks all over it!  Every time a consumable fairy weapon is used, some more cracks will appear. According to the current density of cracks, this fairy weapon will be completely scrapped if it is used again.

    Deng Tianyang used such a precious immortal weapon to deal with Yin Lang, but Yin Lang's final blow was Gu Zheng, which made him feel even more heartache.

    "Elder Wuyou, is this the new head of your Emei Sect?"

    Deng Tianyang did not ask about the ancient dispute, but asked the great elder Wuyou. This was obviously a gesture that did not take the Emei Sect seriously.

    "Yes, Gu Zheng is the new leader of our Emei Sect!"

    Although he was angry in his heart, Wuyou did not show it. After all, the Emei sect had already declined, and similar contempt over the years had almost become a habit.

    Deng Tianyang nodded slightly, and then his eyes fell on Gu Zheng.

    "It stands to reason that the last blow is yours, and the demon pill should also be yours"

    This is the agreement they made when they were hunting down the fox demon. There are so many people, but there is only one fox demon. If the fox demon is really killed, who will get the inner elixir?

    In order to avoid a big fight among our own people, we finally specified this rule. Whoever kills the person in the end gets it, and no one can object.

    "Elder Deng, the demon wolf's final blow is not an ancient dispute!"

    Deng Tianyang's words were interrupted, and the person who spoke was none other than Liu Qingyun of the Qingcheng Sect.

    "Liu Qingyun, what do you mean by this?" Elder Wuchou said angrily.

    "What do you mean? It doesn't mean anything, just tell the truth! I don't know what the purpose of Gu Zheng's last-ditch action was, but when the demon wolf flew in front of him, it was already killed by Elder Deng's immortal weapon!"

    Liu Qingyun's words fell, and there was a murmur of discussion around him. If things are really like what Liu Qingyun said, then there are only two possibilities for Gu Zheng's last-ditch action. One is to act subconsciously, and the other is to steal the fruits of victory.  .

    Everyone has seen the power of Gu Zheng's Mountain Palm, and everyone has an understanding of his strength.  If the demon wolf was already dead when it approached him, it would be impossible not to notice it based on his cultivation, so the possibility of him subconsciously taking action was very slim.

    If you want to steal the fruits of victory, then this kind of behavior seems insidious, despicable and annoying!  Although a trip to the Tianshan Mountains is bound to involve intrigues and intrigues, and it is normal to be sinister and despicable, but if there are some things in the dark, it is also normal.??I will make porridge with all the remaining rice for you. It will be enough to make two big bowls!  "

    Gu Zheng smiled, and the corners of his mouth looked a little sinister under the firelight.

    Indeed, if Wu Eryong hadn¡¯t drank the fairy rice porridge, he might not have thought that way, but after drinking a small bowl, his greedy mind was completely hooked.

    "Senior, you can't do this!"

    ??Wu Eryong couldn¡¯t laugh or cry, but the old god Gu Zheng was there and took out the only bowl of fairy rice porridge left in the pot. While drinking it happily, he deliberately made a fragrant slurping sound.

    Wu Eryong¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple was rolling, and his eyes were almost stuck in Gu Zheng¡¯s bowl. For a foodie, what Gu Zheng did was simply cruel.

    "Senior, I know what you want to ask. In fact, when I saw the small bowl, I knew that this porridge was delicious and difficult to digest. However, I can't make an exchange with you this time."

    Wu Er gritted his teeth, stood up, bowed to Gu Zheng and excused himself.

    "Second purpose, in fact, senior, what I am best at is not making porridge! The noodles I make will make even gods drool after smelling them. I wonder if you want to try it?"

    The earnest voice of Gu Zhengyu made Wu Er stop in his tracks.

    "Noodle?"

    When Wu Eryong turned around, his eyes widened. As a northerner, noodles are a staple food that he cannot live without.  As for the noodles that could make gods drool, Wu Eryong couldn't imagine what it would taste like.

    "Yes, if you tell me what I want to know, I will make you a bowl of noodles and let you eat noodles that you will never forget!"

    The temporary chopping board was next to the charcoal fire. Gu Zheng lifted the white cloth covering the chopping board, and the dough that had been kneaded inside suddenly appeared.

    In the pot on the other side of the charcoal fire, the water has boiled, and the aroma of the cooked fairy chicken is slowly wafting out.  In order to make Wu Eryong submit, Gu Zheng had already done all these preparations.

    The moment he saw the Tianmian dough, Wu Eryong's eyes were already straightened. The dough looked extremely smooth under the firelight, and even shone brightly, which refreshed his understanding of dough.

    The Fire Control Technique and the Water Control Technique were used at the same time, and the fairy chicken was quickly cooked. The chicken was fished out of the pot by Gu Zheng, and he began to pull out the shredded chicken quickly.

    This time is different from the food competition. Whether it is the venue or other things, there is no such thing as making shredded chicken noodles.  But even so, Gu Zheng is still confident that this bowl of shredded chicken noodles can impress Wu Eryong.

    The slender white chicken shreds were pulled out by Gu Zheng one after another and placed in a bowl aside, exuding a faint fragrance.

    Wu Eryong was stunned. He had never thought that a person could pull out the chicken wire with such smoothness and speed, and not one of them was broken!  He also didn't expect that chicken cooked in plain water would have such an indescribable aroma. This aroma was different from the aroma of spiced meat. It was a mellow temptation, just like puree wine to an alcoholic.  It's so attractive that it fascinates him and makes him intoxicated.

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