Chapter 54 Dare to Take the Sword of This Seat?

"My God, this is simply delicious on earth!"

"I've never eaten such delicious fried rice before, give me another bowl... no, two bowls!"

"Dudu's craftsmanship and second senior brother are one in the sky and one on the ground!"

In the canteen of the sect, all the disciples raved about the fried rice while gobbling down, not even wanting to waste a grain of rice.

Such delicious fried rice is beyond words to describe them.

Even Lu Qianqian, who had a cold personality, sat alone at the table in the corner and ate slowly.

Not to mention Li Qingyang.

After eating fried rice, I can only use 'garbage' to describe my previous cooking skills.

Xiao Xunji savoured each grain of rice carefully, the expression on his face changed again and again, and he secretly exclaimed: "The delicacy of the world!"

Jun Changxiao ate two bowls, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and leaned on the chair to burp.

On the opposite side, Liu Wanshi held her cheeks in her hands, and said with a blink of an eye, "Master, how is my cooking?"

Jun Chang smiled and praised: "It's much better than Chef Xingyuelou!"

He is really lucky now that the other party is crying and clinging to come to the iron-clad party, otherwise where would he go to find such an awesome chef.

Liu Wanshi smiled and curled her lips: "Xingyuelou is just an ordinary cook, I am a senior cook, and when I comprehend a higher level, the meals I make can still provide strength for everyone."

"So powerful?" Jun Changxiao was dumbfounded.

Lu Qianqian looked sideways, then continued to eat fried rice with his head down for a while.

Liu Wanshi giggled and said, "Sect Master, can I stay with the Iron Gusty faction now?"

"Can."

Jun Changxiao didn't think about it at all.

Liu Wanshi's fried rice made the disciples feel comfortable eating, and they all returned to their residences, still not forgetting to talk in a low voice.

...

The night is coming, and the moon is hanging high.

Lu Qianqian sat on the roof of the main hall, with his hands on his knees and his chin on his arms, looking at the mountains and forests outside the sect.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed, what will you do tomorrow?" Jun Changxiao jumped up from below.

Lu Qianqian ignored him, with a pair of water-cut eyes, always looking at the distant scenery, the cold wind blowing, the soft blue silk fluttering.

Jun Changxiao sat down and kept a distance from her: "I feel that if you have something on your mind, it will be easier to find someone to tell it."

Lu Qianqian said, "I have nothing to worry about."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "Sitting on the roof in the middle of the night, just to watch the stars and the moon?"

"Yes."

"...So elegant."

Lu Qianqian said, "Sect Master, Liu Wanshi is not simple."

"Why not simple?" Jun Chang smiled.

Lu Qianqian said lightly: "As far as I know, only the Ouyang family in the King of Heaven will make meals that can improve their strength."

Heavenly Mandate King City?

Jun Changxiao has never heard of it, but it can be judged from the word Wangcheng, it must be a very amazing place.

"Dudu is not Ouyang."

"The name can be changed, and the surname can be hidden."

"Like you?"

Lu Qianqian was silent and jumped down.

Looking at the graceful back walking towards the room, Jun Chang laughed and shouted, "Lu Qianqian, remember, you will always be the eldest disciple of the iron-boned sect."

Lu Qianqian stopped and said, "I know."

Jun Changxiao said solemnly: "If there is any enemy, if there is any hatred, when the sect becomes stronger, this seat will decide for you, don't be reckless, and don't do stupid things."

Lu Qianqian's star eyes flashed a strange look, then pushed open the door, went in, and closed the door.

Jun Changxiao yawned and jumped from the room to return to the main hall.

Lu Qianqian stuck to the door of the room and said lightly, "It seems that I know a lot."

...

the next day.

It's just dawn,

Liu Wanshi was wearing an apron and began to get busy in the kitchen. Soon, the smell of vegetables filled the whole yard, and the disciple who had just woken up suddenly had an appetite.

"Well... it's delicious!"

"Feel like eating these meals and not getting tired all day long!"

"Bring me a bowl of soup!"

In the sect cafeteria, the disciples devoured it and fully recognized Liu Wanshi's cooking skills.

After they were full, the disciples felt full of energy and walked to the martial arts arena one after another to start a new day of cultivation.

"Qianqian, Qingyang, you all continue to do the task."

Jun Changxiao bit his toothpick and walked out of the cafeteria.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, an explosion sound came, and a red lacquered door flew out from the side, and shattered on the ground in the distance.

my door...

Jun Changxiao dropped the toothpick in his mouth and turned his head stiffly towards the gate.

"tread."

Yesterday, the sword-wielding warrior stepped in and shouted in a deep voice, "Wandering swordsman, Ma Yongning, come here to teach the head of the Iron Bone Sect's great tricks!"

...

Inside the martial arts arena.

Jun Changxiao held the Qinglong Naginata, his eyes bursting with anger.

After eating and drinking enough, he bit his toothpick and walked out happily, but the door was kicked and flew out, and everyone was angry.

The swordsman named Ma Yongning looked at him, slowly pulled out the knife, and threw the scabbard off the field, saying, "I checked my eyes, you are the one I want to fight."

"Confirm your uncle!"

Jun Changxiao stepped up, and all the strength of more than 2,000 catties was poured into the Qinglong Naginatao and slashed.

Without the blessing of the galloping talisman, although his knife looked cold and severe, it was far from the elegant and dashingness of killing the elders of Lingquan Sect.

"Ding!"

Ma Yongning raised his sword to block, and said in surprise, "You haven't entered the martial arts yet?"

"brush!"

Jun Changxiao drew the knife and chopped down again with the same move.

But he was still followed by Ma Yongning and said: "Ma has challenged more than 30 sects one after another, and I have never seen such a weak leader as you!"

"A lot of nonsense!"

Jun Changxiao waved his swords one after another, opening and closing them.

However, the other party is a genuine martial artist, who can easily take over and avoid it.

Ma Yongning defended several moves one after another, then retreated to the edge of the martial arts field and said, "Boy, your strength is too weak, and Ma is not a rare shot."

"yes?"

Jun Changxiao threw out the Qinglong Naginata, and took out the first-grade Hanfeng Sword, saying, "Do you dare to take this sword?"

Ma Yongning glanced at the slightly cold sword, and judged that the sword was extraordinary, but said lightly: "Do you think the gap between us can be made up with high-quality weapons?"

Take a step and assume a receiving pose.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Jun Changxiao waved his sword and performed nine overlapping waves of swords, one, two, three... After the eighth, he rose into the sky and cut out the ninth in the waves!

After opening the eleven meridians and cultivating the Yi Jin Jing, he once again used his sword to summon, with far greater power than before!

"call out--"

The sword qi gathered nine overlapping waves, and the unparalleled slashing down.

Ma Yongning sneered, holding both hands on the hilt of the knife and placing it in front of his shoulders, the spiritual power poured into the knife surface, obviously he had to take the ninth style of the nine overlapping waves sword!

"Ding!"

The sword qi slammed directly on the blade surface from top to bottom, and the cold and severe sword momentum spread, instantly blowing the dust off the floor.

"Crack!"

In the next second, the sound of weapons shattering came, the sword that had been poured into spiritual power was cut off by the sword qi, and Yu Wei kept close to the side of Ma Yongning's shoulder and chopped it down.

"Bang!"

Nine overlapping waves of sword energy slammed on the ground, leaving a half-meter-long sword mark, and the broken knife was also inserted into the stone slab.

Ma Yongning looked sluggish, and after a while, he threw himself on the ground, pulled out half of the knife with trembling hands, raised his head and shouted, "My knife—"