Chapter 339 Dan Fire Roasted Magic Potatoes

Borrow a fire...roasted sweet potatoes?

Are you sure you're not kidding me? My fire...is the elixir fire, the precious flame used to refine elixir, you told me it is used to roast sweet potatoes?

Duan Yun stared at Bu Fang with wide eyes, as if ten thousand little black dogs were running past in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I won't cheat you. I'll borrow your fire, and I'll give you half of the sweet potatoes after roasting." Bu Fang noticed that Duan Yun was staring at him with a strange expression on his face. He thought for a while, and suddenly road.

Divide the sweet potato in half... Isn't that the point? !

Duan Yun was stunned, almost vomiting blood, what was this guy who hit people with pots thinking? Do you look like a person who would sell his dignity for sweet potatoes?

Pill Fire is the treasure of an alchemist, it is equivalent to the face of an alchemist, how can he be shameless for just half a piece of sweet potato?

"The pill fire is used for alchemy, not for roasting sweet potatoes! I will never lend you the pill fire!" Duan Yun gritted his teeth, snorted, and turned his head, looking rather death than obedience .

Bu Fang was slightly surprised by Duan Yun's appearance, he didn't expect this guy to have a lot of backbone.

Bu Fang tossed the lion head magic potato in his hand, a fragrant fragrance emanated from the magic potato, Bu Fang was actually a little impatient.

Duan Yun looked at the magic potato that Bu Fang held in his hand and threw it like a ball. He seemed to have thought of something, and turned his head to look at Bu Fang again in disbelief.

"The sweet potato you're talking about...couldn't be this lion head magic potato?"

"That's right, you're welcome, I'll really give you half." Bu Fang said seriously.

Pfft...Duan Yun's heart is spurting blood. This is an eighth-level elixir. What a precious ingredient. It can replenish essence, repair injuries, increase the content of true energy, and refine it into a pill that can even strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence. , is an excellent treasure of heaven and earth.

This guy in front of him is actually planning to roast it and eat it. Is this kind of thing to be roasted?

How can the roasted magic potato maximize the medicinal properties of the magic potato? ! What a waste!

"You...how can you take the magic potato to roast?" Duan Yun's lips were trembling, he was angry.

Kacha, Bu Fang glanced at Duan Yun in surprise, and gently broke off one of the lion's head magic potato's tendrils. The rich energy immediately diffused from the gap, Bu Fang's eyes lit up, and he took a deep breath in enjoyment. in one breath.

The flesh color inside this magic potato is actually a kind of crystal clear orange, which is very eye-catching.

"Hmm...what's the matter? Don't you like roasted sweet potatoes? It's okay, sweet potatoes taste very good when steamed with rice, but you still have to lend me your fire." Bu Fang said.

The reason why Bu Fang knocked this cloud out and took it away was mainly for the Pill Fire. It was the first time Bu Fang saw a strange flame. The temperature was very high, and it seemed to be spiritual. Using this flame The taste of the cooked dishes is definitely not ordinary.

Who talked to you about food... Duan Yun is so angry, does this guy only have food in his head? How good it is to use this magic potato to make alchemy! Maybe you can refine an eighth-order elixir!

"Do you want to borrow the fire?"

"No! It's about the dignity of an alchemist, I can't lend you the alchemy fire!" Duan Yun said stubbornly.

Bu Fang stood up, condescending, looking expressionlessly at Duan Yun lying on the ground,

Slowly raised his hand.

Duan Yun narrowed his eyes, what the hell... want to fight?

hum...

A puff of blue smoke billowed up, but in Bu Fang's hand a simple, jet-black kitchen knife emerged.

kitchen knife……

What the hell do you want? If you have something to say, why use a kitchen knife?

Duan Yun felt that the pores all over his body shrank for a while, and the sharp kitchen knife shone brightly under the projection of the sun.

Duan Yun really wanted to cry, why did he encounter such a strange thing, is he going to be the first noble alchemist to die in the hands of a cook?

"Oh, sorry, I took the wrong one."

Seeing the keel kitchen knife in his hand, Bu Fang's expression froze, and he said something in embarrassment, and then the kitchen knife turned into green smoke and dispersed with a bang.

There was another buzzing sound, and with the lingering smoke, a huge black cauldron floated in Bu Fang's hands, was grabbed by Bu Fang with one hand, and hung above Duan Yun's head.

Duan Yunsheng looked at the pot unfeelingly, you might as well take a kitchen knife.

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"The fire should be stable, don't be impatient, and take your time."

Bu Fang's calm voice resounded through the forest. In a corner of the forest, fires appeared and the temperature was scorching hot.

Duan Yun sat crookedly in front of a big pit with his head swollen. There was a raging red flame burning in that pit, and that flame belonged to Duan Yun's Pill Fire.

Bu Fang hooked Duan Yun's shoulder familiarly, staring at the lion head magic potato in the pit.

Under the burning of the Pill Fire, the energy on the Lion Head Magic Potato accelerated its eruption and poured into the flames, making the flames more intense.

"Is the lion head magic potato roasted like this edible? You are wasting precious medicinal materials... In our sect, if you are caught, you will be soaked in a pig cage." Duan Yun glanced at the enthusiastic Bu Fang beside him With a glance, he said weakly, his gray hair seemed to be sickly shriveled on his head.

"This lion's head magic potato is a very good ingredient. Why can't you eat it? Not only is it edible, but it's also a rare delicacy! Don't stop the fire, keep the fire going." Bu Fang said seriously.

He walked to the edge of the fire pit, the temperature of the pill fire was really very high, and it was spiritual, which could not be compared with the fire.

If this kind of flame can be used for cooking, the benefits to the chef are simply indescribable.

Stretching out his long and slender palms, he covered the fire pit, Bu Fang's thoughts spread out, and the misty zhenqi entwined like a small snake, and burrowed into the fire pit along the pill fire.

Roar! !

In the fire pit, there seemed to be an angry lion's roar, and the lion-headed magic potato was shaking violently.

The hair on the lion's head is all stretched out, and the outline of the lion's head magic potato can be seen in the faint flames, but the golden color on it has become dimmed under the roasting of the flames.

"Look! If you continue roasting, the essence of the lion head magic potato will be lost." Duan Yun said distressedly.

"Don't talk, keep breathing fire." Bu Fang said without looking back.

Duan Yun was so aggrieved, he was an alchemist, not a professional flame-breather!

Glancing at the dark and heavy cauldron beside Bu Fang, Duan Yun spewed out two streams of white air from his nostrils, and continued to control the pill fire.

Bu Fang's zhenqi entangled and came out, it actually separated the pill fire and entangled the lion head magic potato like silk threads one by one.

This is what Bu Fang is good at cooking with zhenqi, using zhenqi to infiltrate bit by bit, making the texture and taste of the ingredients present in an excellent state.

But this is a very difficult technique that requires a very superb means of controlling true qi and powerful soul power.

Duan Yun was a little surprised at the moment, because in his pill fire, he could sense every thread of true energy in Bu Fang, and the true energy could be controlled to such an extent. How terrifying is this guy's soul strength? ? The way to control the true qi is too heaven-defying!

Roar!

There was another lion's roar, and the lion-headed magic potato in the fire pit seemed to break free from the shackles of the pill fire and rush out, and the real qi thread on the waist suddenly entangled, making the magic potato unable to move.

"Increase the flame, burn!" Bu Fang shouted loudly.

Duan Yun subconsciously strengthened the flames, and there was a bang, and the entire pit exploded.

Black smoke billowed, thick smoke lingered.

"Ahem..." Duan Yun's face seemed to be blackened by the flames, and the smoke in the air made him cough endlessly.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, because a figure slowly walked out of the pitch-black delay.

Bu Fang was spotless and indifferent, and his palm was covered with true energy, holding a ball as black as black carbon.

From that appearance, it seemed that this round ball was the previously shining golden lion head magic potato.

"Look! I told you not to roast it, now it's roasted into charcoal, right? It's a pity for this lion head magic potato, it's a pity for this eighth-level elixir!" Duan Yun's heart ached, such a natural treasure Ruined by this silly cook!

However, Bu Fang was still very calm. He stretched out a slender finger, put it on his mouth, and let out a soft hiss.

"Don't talk, just listen."

Duan Yun froze, and saw that Bu Fang flicked his fingers on the pitch-black round carbon, and the ball made a rustling sound, the black carbon peeled off one after another, and the sound of the lion's roar jumped out. , golden light.