Chapter 141 Dai Mubai's Day

Early the next morning, Tang San habitually climbed to the roof, cultivated the Purple Demon Eye, and breathed in the Eastward Purple Qi brought by the rising sun.

But in such an early morning, far away from the village, there was a faint sound of tiger roaring, although it was slight, it was enough for the keen Tang San to notice.

"Mubai is really diligent, I don't know what time I woke up." Tang San shook his head with a smile, as if he was used to it, he ignored it, and focused his attention on himself.

The sky was clear, looking at the rising orange circle and the golden sky in the distance, Tang San slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes filled with purple intent, his energy and energy almost reached their peak at the same time.

He knew that he had made progress.

After returning from the Star Dou Great Forest, until now, he has completely recovered his original strength.

Although he had to get up early to practice every day, the practice time was not long. The purple energy that appeared in the east with the rising sun could only last for a very short time.

"It's time for breakfast." According to his previous plan, Tang San walked towards the cafeteria after cultivating the Purple Demon Eye.

At this moment, the sound of tiger roaring from outside the village faded, and a rather tall figure, step by step, slowly walked inside the village. The destination was the same as Tang San, which was the cafeteria.

Before entering the cafeteria, Tang San had already smelled a fragrant aroma, the thick meat aroma was extremely tempting, and it seemed to be mixed with some other flavors.

Although each step seemed to be slow, the pace was huge. After a few breaths, Dai Mubai's figure gradually became clearer as a stench of sweat mixed with the stench of a tiger that had not yet dissipated.

"Little San, you got up very early."

Dai Mubai's voice came from Tang San's back, panting slightly, but his momentum was strong, and he didn't feel exhausted at all. As he spoke, he patted Tang San's shoulder with one of his tiger palms, and the two hooked up. , walked towards the interior of the canteen.

"Mubai, it's up to me to tell you this, hehe." Tang San replied with a smile, without any intention of breaking free, and immediately set his eyes on the cafeteria.

Walking into the cafeteria, there was already a busy figure here. He kept looking at the pot on the fire, controlled the heat, and was busy with all kinds of food.

He wore a white chef's hat on his head, and a few drops of sweat hung on his stiff face. It is indeed a master.

The master picked up a large bowl, filled two tablespoons from the pot with the smell of meat, and handed it to Tang San, then grabbed two steamed buns and two eggs from the side, placed them on a plate and put them in front of him.

"Eat it while it's hot."

"When you children are growing up, you must have adequate nutritional supplies. The body is the foundation of cultivation, and without a good body. How can you withstand huge soul power?"

Grandmaster looked at Tang San with a stiff face, a smile evoked.

Having said that, the master turned around and took out a bowl that was bigger than Tang San San, like a small basin, which made people laugh.

Grandmaster filled the meat porridge, plus twice as many eggs and steamed buns as Tang San, placed it on the plate, and handed it to the tall figure waiting aside, Dai Mubai.

"Dai Mubai, you train hard every day and every night. If you don't have a good body, you will collapse. Eat more."

Regarding Dai Mubai, Grandmaster put away that trace of a smile that was exclusively for Tang San,

But it was obvious that the Grandmaster's expression was much gentler for him, who had reformed.

"Yes, Master." The blond young man replied succinctly, then took the breakfast, and found a seat with Tang San, who moved his index finger.

The master's cooking skills are very good, the broth is fragrant and delicious, and the overcooked meat almost melts in your mouth. With two steamed buns and two eggs, the warm feeling continues to spread from the abdomen to the whole body, which is indescribably comfortable.

But before Tang San finished eating the porridge, Dai Mubai, who was sitting opposite him, had already drank all the meat porridge, four eggs a mouthful, and finally stood up with a few steamed buns and headed outside the cafeteria. Walking, eating while walking, Tang San was stunned for a moment.

Dai Mubai had just gone out when Tang San heard Xiao Wu's voice from outside, "It's delicious, what else is there to eat today?"

Two people entered the dining hall.

As usual, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were the second group of people who entered the cafeteria. Except for one who was still wiping his eyes, all the girls had gathered.

Seeing the master making porridge for them, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong respectfully bowed to the master, "Hello, master."

The master nodded to her, and then handed over the two bowls of porridge in his hand.

The master handed each of them a bowl of broth, a steamed bun and an egg. Compared to Dai Mubai, he was only a quarter of his size. After all, the girl's appetite was smaller, and she didn't practice like he was dying. .

Grandmaster knew it very well. Since he arrived, he has carefully observed all the seven monsters, but among them, only Dai Mubai's behavior surprised him the most.

Waking up every day at Yin Shi, and going to bed at midnight, in terms of cultivation time and cultivation attitude, two Tang Sans combined can be comparable to Dai Mubai, what is this concept?

After learning from Tang San and Flender from the side, the master could not help falling into silence.

His fiancee left him because he thought his strength was too weak and his temperament was not good enough.

Although Grandmaster didn't know much about Dai Mubai, just from these news, he could already guess what he was doing now.

But one thing, the master guessed wrong.

Regardless of Zhu Zhuqing, the two themselves are political marriages, and they have never even met each other before, and they have only met once before, so how can you talk about feelings?

More, because of Uranium's strength, his incompetence, the contempt of his fiancée, and his pride being trampled under the feet of the 14-year-old Soul Sect, all of which combined, deeply stimulated him.

The more important reason was that from the Shrek Seven Devils team, he found hope that he could defeat his big brother.

"Is it meat porridge? I smell meat porridge!"

After a while, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and the silver-haired girl who was the last one walked into the cafeteria side by side. The three of them looked at the figure of the master and saluted one after another. Sit together with contented faces and enjoy this rich breakfast.

After half an hour. The bell for class rang, and it was time to gather.

The sun shines on the earth, the warm breath brings dryness and vitality, everything is revived in the bright sunshine, and a new day begins.

The master stood in the center of the playground with his hands behind his back, looking at the seven students in front of him arranged by age.

Grandmaster Weileng's eyes swept across the students, and finally, on the blond young man who was standing in the first place.

"Dai Mubai, get out of the queue."

"Yes." Dai Mubai responded, took a step forward, stood in front of him, his face was indifferent, the eyes that used to spew out evil light were now condensed like water, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Today is the last training of the first stage. As usual, you have to knock down all the other six people. Tomorrow, you will officially enter the second stage of special training. You can use all spirit skills, but don't hurt your bones." said the master.

"Yes." The tall Dai Mubai nodded slowly, then set his eyes on Tang San and the silver-haired girl who was only a year younger than him standing on Tang San's left.

"Let's start." Grandmaster said indifferently, retreating, and the others also withdrew, leaving room for Tang San and Dai Mubai to fight.

Dai Mubai's evil eyes gradually turned red, although Tang San in front of him was a full eight levels lower than him, but Tang San's elusive movements, the ever-changing blue silver grass, and the strange, inescapable hidden weapon, the threat level It has always been the highest in his heart.

Tang San looked at Dai Mubai's situation, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. Under this situation, Boss Dai really didn't want to touch him.