Chapter 412 Banquet at the Eight Immortals Tower

Before dawn the next day, everyone in Baolai Pavilion had assembled, and they only waited for the hundreds of immortal emperors hired by the blacksmith shop to evacuate before launching a counterattack.

"Shopkeeper Wu, the latest news!" A boy ran back to Baolai Pavilion.

Shopkeeper Wu looked shocked: "But the hundreds of Immortal Emperors employed by the blacksmith shop have evacuated?"

The boy shook his head: "That's not true. According to the news this morning, the largest slave trader, Zhonghe Trading Company, was said to have rebelled last night and was razed to the ground overnight!"

"This is a big deal!" Shopkeeper Wu asked for some details with relish, and suddenly his face became stern, "The matter of Zhonghe Company has something to do with me. Let me ask you, when will those powerful Immortal Emperors from the Magical Blacksmith Shop Walk?"

The boy said he didn't know, and shopkeeper Wu waved his hand: "Let's check again!"

As the saying goes, one surge of strength will lead to another failure, and three times it will be exhausted. After several inquiries, it was found that the one hundred immortal emperors employed by the blacksmith shop showed no signs of evacuating at all. Baolai Pavilion had lost its fighting spirit.

In the end, shopkeeper Wu had to go to the mercenary firm himself and spent a lot of money to buy the inside information. Damn it, Zhang Ye has renewed his subscription!

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There were a hundred Immortal Emperors stationed in the blacksmith shop, and Zhang Ye felt very relieved. When he learned the whereabouts of Ahua, Tuanzi, and Tongtian who had been sold, Zhang Ye immediately set out to find them.

However, the blacksmith shop has not suspended operations. With Liu Quanyou, a Hongmeng-level blacksmith in charge, he can take charge of his own business.

Zhang Ye flew all night, and at dawn, he came to the Great East of Wanjie Market, because Tongtian was sold to a restaurant here.

So Zhang Ye took the lead in coming to rescue Tongtian, hoping he hadn't been stewed into a pot of broth.

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The Eight Immortals Restaurant is the most famous restaurant in the eastern part of Wanjie Market. It is particularly good at exotic animal feasts. There is a saying that if you want to eat, there is nothing the Eight Immortals Restaurant cannot do.

Therefore, the Eight Immortals Tower is a holy place for foodies.

Today is the opening day of the pangolin banquet for ten thousand people that the Eight Immortals Tower has been warming up for more than ten days. I heard that the main ingredient is a void pangolin. There is an endless stream of diners. Before the official opening, the streets outside the Eight Immortals Tower have already filled the streets. It was packed to the rafters.

The Eight Immortals Tower looks like just a three-story building. How can it accommodate ten thousand people? In fact, there is no need to worry about this. The immortals have mastered the power of space formations. The mustard seeds contained in Sumeru, I don’t know how big they are inside.

At noon, the main entrance of the Eight Immortals Tower opened wide, and several welcoming fairies stood gracefully on both sides. Another immortal sang: "The banquet is about to begin!"

Zhang Ye was also among the crowd. When he heard the word "banquet", he suddenly heard the foodies around him gulping. Zhang Ye thought to himself, is it really so delicious? Then he followed the crowd into the Eight Immortals Tower.

The Eight Immortals Building does not adopt an a la carte system, but a ticket system. You only need to pay a fee per person when entering. You can eat all the food inside as long as you want, except that you cannot take out.

The cost is not expensive, so there are many consumers.

Zhang Ye followed the crowd into the gate of the Eight Immortals Tower. Suddenly, there was a burst of fragrance of food in his nose. Looking closely, even Zhang Ye, a well-informed forging master, could not help but be stunned on the spot.

The Eight Immortals Tower uses the power of the formation to construct a huge space with mountains and water.

However, the mountain is not a real mountain, but a mountain made of a dazzling array of food. The snow on the top of the mountain is some kind of dairy products, and the grass and trees on the mountain are also various fruits and vegetables that are ready to be picked and eaten. The water is not real water, and the trickling wine turns into a pool. Small and medium-sized fish are swimming around, and when you pick them up, you will see that they are perfectly cooked boiled fish fillets; even the birds and animals running on the grassland are all cooked meat, which can be eaten immediately after being caught, without the need to cook it again...

The diners were so intoxicated that some climbed to the top of the mountains to eat grass, and some jumped into the pool to catch fish...

Zhang Ye looked at this scene and marveled secretly. Combining formations with food, food and nature, no wonder the Eight Immortals Tower is so famous.

Zhang Ye didn't overeat like others, so he took some random things to taste. At first he could bear it, but later, maybe it was too delicious, so Zhang Ye joined the gluttonous army and ran around...

Diners enjoyed the scenery and tasted delicious food along the way, and many came to the deepest part of this food world, where smoke filled the air and the aroma of soup stock filled the air.

Taking a closer look, I saw a large pool of hot pot, like a big lake, with rolling heat waves, and it was faintly visible that it contained many precious medicinal materials. There is a monument next to the hot pot, "The best pot in the world", and it really deserves this name.

And a huge pangolin was tied up and hung in the center of the hot pot. Who else could it be if it wasn't Tongtian?

It is said that since Tongtian was sold to the Eight Immortals Tower, he has been eating fairy grass and fairy fruits every day and getting massages. Although he knows that this is to make the meat delicious, I have to say that these ten days have been really comfortable.

Only those with strong perseverance were not fooled by the delicacies along the way and went straight to the best pot in the world.

"Hey, isn't that the Eighth Shopkeeper? I didn't expect that this Mountain Chuan Banquet would be personally organized by the Eighth Shopkeeper. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Shop Manager Eight, what are you waiting for? I'm starving to death!"

Next to the pangolin, there is a man who looks like a chef standing in the air. He is short in stature and carries a shiny chef's knife on his waist. This man is the owner of the Eight Immortals House and the chef of the Eight Immortals House.

The eighth shopkeeper said: "The method of cooking the pangolin is to boil it raw. If we do it now, we will inevitably live up to the word "fresh". When thousands of people are seated, the banquet will start immediately."

The diners swallowed their saliva and had no choice but to wait. Unable to hold themselves back, they scooped out a ladle of hot pot soup to put on the bottom.

"Shopkeeper Eight, this soup is rich and delicious, but I want something spicy." A diner applied.

The eighth shopkeeper said from high in the sky: "I didn't think carefully about this." The eighth shopkeeper pointed his finger in the sky, and the first pot in the world began to spin, separating yin and yang. The left side was clear soup, and the right side was red soup. They were clearly differentiated, and they loved spicy food. The diners immediately sat down to the red soup side.

Tongtian saw that there were more and more diners, and soon there would be ten thousand people, and by then he would die. Tongtian couldn't help but feel a little sad, recalling the scenes in his life, especially the days when he was picked up by Zhang Ye and taken to the blacksmith shop to plan the wall.

Master, I miss you so much. The pangolin wanted to cry, but after squeezing for a long time, there were no tears. Then he thought about Pangolin Xiaomei again, and then he cried so much that his face burst into tears.

Shopkeeper No. 8 frowned and said, "Didn't we agree not to cry? When you are sad, the quality of your meat will be greatly reduced."

As soon as the eighth shopkeeper pointed at the pangolin's waist, he couldn't cry anymore. Instead, he burst out laughing. The pangolin didn't know why he couldn't help laughing, but at the moment of death, he couldn't even cry. This was too sad. .

At this moment, the pangolin suddenly saw one of the diners below, and his eyes widened. Damn it, it's Zhang Ye!

This time, the pangolin was filled with joy from the inside out. Zhang Ye was here to save him! But the pangolin didn't dare call Zhang Ye's name, so it laughed even louder.

"Look at that stupid pangolin, it's almost dead and it's still laughing loudly."

"Presumably he also knows that being a delicacy is a supreme honor."

The diners made a few comments but didn't pay much attention to it.

The pangolin smiled and laughed, and suddenly choked to death. For no other reason than Zhang Ye sat on one side of the clear soup hot pot, scooped up a spoonful of clear soup and tasted it. It seemed that it was not satisfying, so he ran to the red soup area again. Then he licked his lips and looked at the pangolin hanging high in the sky.

Damn it, Zhang Ye is here to eat hot pot! The pangolin was about to cry but had no tears. Because his laughter point was tapped, he laughed particularly miserably.

"The crowd is almost here, I announce that the Chuanshan Ten Thousand Thousand Banquet has officially begun!" The tall and short Eighth Shopkeeper announced this, which immediately attracted a round of applause.

The eighth shopkeeper took out the chef's knife from his waist, and with a cold light like the moon, he performed a set of knife skills. The diners praised: "The most enjoyable thing in life is to enjoy the eight boss's knife skills while eating hot pot!"

The eighth shopkeeper looked a little proud. He jumped on the huge body of the pangolin and was about to disembowel it, cut it into raw slices and put it into the hot pot, when suddenly a voice sounded: "Wait a minute."

Everyone looked displeased and followed the sound, but it turned out to be a master in the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor, so they refrained from scolding.

The person who spoke was none other than Zhang Ye. When the pangolin saw him, he knew that his master had finally taken action, and he felt relieved.

The eighth shopkeeper said to Zhang Ye, "I wonder what this guest's orders are?"

Zhang Ye flew to the pangolin and said, "This pangolin has rough skin and thick flesh. I'm afraid that shopkeeper Eight's knife won't be able to do anything to it, so I offer my knife here."

The pangolin looked confused as Zhang Ye took out a Hongmeng treasure-level pig-killing knife. He felt that if he could still live, he must write a book called "My Master is a Idiot".

As soon as the Hongmeng Treasure was released, regardless of whether it was a pig-killing knife or not, people immediately exclaimed: "What a knife!"

Shopkeeper Eight's chef's knife was of good quality, but it was far inferior to the knife in Zhang Ye's hand. When Lie Xin saw this, he immediately said, "Thank you so much for this guest!"

As he spoke, the eighth shopkeeper reached out to take it. At this moment, Zhang Ye slashed with his sword. Before the eighth shopkeeper could react, he was cut into the hot pot below, causing a huge splash.

"My lord!" The pangolin finally shouted. Zhang Ye glanced at him and said, "We'll talk about it later." He took out a spirit beast bag and put the pangolin in it.

Just after doing this, the Eighth Shopkeeper flew out of the hot pot. This Eighth Shopkeeper was stabbed by Hongmeng, but he was unscathed!

"This guest, what are you going to do?" The eighth shopkeeper's voice was full of anger.

Zhang Ye was surprised by the strength of the eighth shopkeeper and looked solemn, but he still said truthfully: "This pangolin is my spiritual pet, and I am here to take it away."

The diners took out their weapons and shouted: "That boy must want to eat alone, hand over the pangolin!"

There are tens of thousands of immortals sitting around the pot, most of them are ordinary people, but there are still dozens of immortal emperor masters.

When the eighth shopkeeper knew Zhang Ye's purpose, Jie Jie smiled and said, "Even if I am willing to let you go, others may not be willing to let you go."

"If someone lets me go, will you let me go?" Zhang Ye asked inexplicably.