93 Soup

Those participating in the joint competition were all elite newcomer disciples of various sects. It took a long time to finish a battle. The group preliminary competition lasted for two full days before it ended. Although the top 100 in each group had not played against each other, Ye Yong He became the number one player in their group without any doubt, and after so many games, others couldn't see through his strength at all.

From the beginning to the end, he was fighting with painted shadows, without touching his hands at all. The rumored Yin-Yang Sword did not appear, not even the proficient Five Tiger Fist and Paiyun Sword Techniques. It was full of a strong sense of mystery.

However, there is a sense of mystery, and naturally there will be doubts, but they are very small. After all, no matter whether Ye Yong knows the difficult sword moves such as Yin and Yang Sword, he has defeated all opponents with his painting skills alone. This is undeniable Strength. His painting skills, which were considered weak in the early days, also received a different reputation for the first time.

After the preliminary round, there was a two-hour break. As soon as Ye Yong came down from the competition platform, he saw Lin Wei, who had been waiting for a long time, and a flying carriage.

"Are you tired? Come, drink the soup. This is what my mother just made, while it's hot." Lin Wei opened the porcelain pot in her hand, and the fragrant smell escaped instantly.

As soon as nearby passers-by smelled the smell, the King of Understanding immediately showed up and started blowing wildly.

"It can't be wrong! It's definitely a third-grade spiritual chicken, Ni Tai Mei! And it seems to have been added with precious medicinal materials such as Kai Tuan black seeds! Even if you are in the early stage of the golden elixir for collapse, just one sip can instantly replenish your physical strength. , restore your energy.”

"This pot of soup must require at least dozens of middle-grade spiritual stones. Tsk tsk, big families are different."

Ye Yong took the pot and blew it, and the aroma spread further. Many people from small and medium-sized families took a few deep breaths greedily, showing a look of obsession.

Ye Yong was a little speechless, but he could understand it. After all, what looked like ordinary garbage in his eyes might be shining gold in the eyes of outsiders.

I took a sip and it was very fresh and sweet. I have to say that my old mother is very good at making soup, although the cooking taste is average.

Ye Yong and Lin Wei got on the carriage and flew to the resting place of Ye's family halfway up the mountain.

Ye Mao, who had just finished the competition, looked at the taking-off carriage and stood there stunned for a while. Why didn't he wait for him? He hadn't even gotten on the carriage yet.

Helpless, Ye Mao could only take out his flying equipment, consume his spiritual power, and climb more than 4,000 meters.

Back at the resting place, Ye Mao was even more tired. He thought he would be washed away by the wind and dust, but in the end, no one seemed to see him, as if he had always been here and had never participated in the competition. However, the uncle Ye Zhe came over and said to him: "Are you done with the competition? There is some soup in the kitchen. After drinking it, go and have a rest so that you can face the next competition in the best condition."

Hearing this, Ye Mao was very moved. Even though his grandfather was very strict, he actually cared about him very much.

Ye Mao happily walked to the kitchen and asked the servants who were busy: "Where is the soup my grandpa prepared for me?"

"Ah?" The head chef is a golden elixir monk who can make third-grade spiritual food. He was busy making lunch for Ye Yong when Ye Mao suddenly barged in, leaving him a little confused.

"Soup, soup." Ye Mao repeated.

"Oh! That's what you're talking about." The head chef remembered that Lin Wei had indeed left some soup residue just now: "Are you sure you want to drink it?"

"nonsense!"

So the head chef brought the pot with half a bowl of soup and some remaining medicinal materials in front of Ye Mao.

"It smells so good. What kind of soup is this?" Ye Mao sniffed and felt a little refreshed.

"Third-grade spiritual chicken, Ni Taimei..." The chef gave a rough overview of the ingredients Lin Wei put in.

"Great stuff! But why didn't I see the chicken?"

"Mrs. Lin Wei picked it all up and gave it to Master Ye Yong."

"Why!?"

The head chef scratched his head: "Because it was cooked by Mrs. Lin Wei?"

"Didn't my grandpa prepare it for me?"

"Elder Ye Zhe? No, right? He passed by the kitchen before, asked Mrs. Lin Wei what she was doing, and asked her to leave something... maybe just for you?"

Hearing this, Ye Mao couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The originally fragrant chicken soup became a bit boring.

However, he did spend a lot of money and was a little hungry. Forget it, drinking a pot of soup with Ye Yong showed that he was ranked second behind him among the many juniors. If others want to drink, they are not qualified.

Thinking of this, Ye Mao felt much better instantly. He directly picked up the pot and drank the soup in one gulp.

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Ye Yong didn't know that such a proud young man as Ye Mao could become so humble. Even if he knew, he wouldn't be surprised. After all, Ye Mao has been living in his shadow. If you just accept your fate and lie down and die, you can still do better.

"Mother, how is your cultivation now?" It has been a long time since the last time I went back to Ye's house to see Lin Wei. With the saint-level mental skills and the many resources given to me, Ye Yong believes that with Lin Wei's talent, he should be able to Take full advantage.

"We broke through the sixth level of Nascent Soul more than ten days ago. At this rate, in a few months, the seventh level will not be a problem."

In the Nascent Soul stage, a few months of cultivation is still quite terrifying. Ye Yong knew that Lin Wei had great potential, otherwise he would not have been able to survive for so long in the novel, which would have repeatedly put the protagonist in danger.

"What about you?" Lin Wei still couldn't sense Ye Yong's cultivation, but she had a feeling that Ye Yong had become more refined, with a vague aura of sacredness and purity like that of an immortal.

"The stone... has ten layers of crystallization. By the way, mother, has your vision of the soul taken shape now?"

After reaching the golden elixir, he began to pay attention to the development of the soul. When he reached the stage of Nascent Soul, the power of the soul became stronger and stronger, forming strange phenomena. In addition to using spiritual skills and spells, the powerful Nascent Soul can also use the visions formed by condensing the power of the soul to fight.

"It already has a prototype, but it's not complete yet. It may not be complete until the ninth level of the Nascent Soul. What's wrong?"

"I just had a sudden thought, nothing else." Ye Yong asked what the vision of autonomous consciousness was about. He will not forget the phoenix flying above his head when he broke through the tenth floor, and the blue dragon hidden in the clouds and mist watching him. Those visions do not belong to him, after all, the current cultivation level and the power of the soul are simply not enough to condense into visions.

"The vision of having autonomous consciousness?" This stumped Lin Wei. She was just a Nascent Soul, and she didn't even have a vision yet: "Yong'er, although I don't know much about this aspect, but I know that having Visions of autonomous consciousness must be very dangerous, just like energy bodies such as strange fire and thunder. They have certain intelligence and are unwilling to surrender. They will attack any creature that tries to tame them. Have you ever seen such strange things before? Like?"

"I told you it was just a whim." Ye Yong quickly shook his head. His previous confession about the divine body scared his old mother to death. He wanted her to know that there were a lot of strange phenomena when he broke through, and he was very likely to have autonomous consciousness. She was so frightened that she fainted?

However, Lin Wei's words made Ye Yong a little worried. What if the vision really attacks him? The blue dragon kept staring at him last time...could this be another trap set by heaven? Plan to let yourself die suddenly when you break through.