"You'd better be polite to me!"

Zhao Xiaoning's words were very arrogant and rampant, because with the cultivation of his upper heavenly gods, he really deserved to die if he said such things.

However, so many pseudo-saints and sub-saints present didn't dare to take a breath, not because they were afraid of Zhao Xiaoning, but because they were afraid of the soul chain in the hands of the red-haired corpse king. At this moment, they finally know the power of the soul chain, and you can cultivate against the sky, but if you are locked by the soul chain, then there is only one end, that is, the death of the body.

Let's just say that the sub-saint who was chained through his chest just now is an existence that can rank among the top five in the heavens, and it is said that it is very likely to become an independent saint within a million years. The strength of that sub-saint is self-evident, but it is still so vulnerable in front of the soul chain.

Zhao Xiaoning didn't want to be too high-profile, but he knew better that if he didn't be high-profile, he would most likely become very passive in the future. There will definitely be some people who will kill him when they are scrambling for the Yang Returning Grass, after all, the value of the soul chain will definitely cause these people to go crazy.

He just wanted to quietly watch these people fight for the Yang Returning Grass, and then?

Then it's just a matter of sitting back and enjoying it.

Yes, after these people are both defeated, he will also make a move.

Airplanes!

I only heard a buzzing sound, only to see the golden light in the canyon, and then a refreshing medicinal fragrance spread, making people feel warm and refreshing.

"The Yang Returning Grass is ripe!" a certain Yasheng exclaimed, and then rushed directly towards the canyon, but before reaching the canyon, the Yasheng obediently returned to his previous position.

Why?

There were more than 100 strong people at the scene, and no one moved, if he picked the Yang Returning Grass first, wouldn't he be killed by these strong people?

Yes.

Everyone has this idea, they finally waited for the rules of the earth to recover, although it is very rare, but no one wants to be the first to come out, and they still understand the truth of shooting the first bird. Because they don't want to die yet, they still want to get a place for sanctification.

For a while, everyone sat quietly in place, allowing the grass to ripen.

They don't dare to move!

"What's the situation? Aren't you here to pick the Yang Returning Grass? Why don't you move? Could it be that you want to brake with static?" Zhao Xiaoning's loud laughter echoed in the air, not to mention anything else, his calm and relaxed appearance alone made many people moved.

They were all cultivated from a young age, and when they saw the God King when Zhao Xiaoning was cultivating, they were nervous and speechless, and they could be scared half to death when they saw Tianzun, but looking at the courage of others, it really made many people feel ashamed.

"The temperature here is cold, you are old, it is easy to catch a cold when you sit like this, come on, come on, I have hot pot here, let's eat hot pot together! There is nothing that cannot be solved by one hot pot in this cold season, if there is, then two!" Zhao Xiaoning waved his right hand, and one by one copper pots and packets of hot pot base flew out, and they landed accurately in front of those pseudo-saints and sub-saints.

These hot pots were customized by him some time ago, in order to use them for the disciples of the Lieshan Sect to eat hot pots, so he customized a lot of them, and they were all stored in the storage ring. Not only that, but there are a lot of ingredients in his storage ring, which is completely enough for so many people to eat at the same time.

"Your predecessors have come from afar, and I, as a member of the earth, should be treated well. It's just that the environment is restricted, and I hope you seniors don't mind. Speaking of this, Zhao Xiaoning glanced at Erdan, and saw Erdan disappear in place.

"I wonder what this little friend is called?" asked a certain sub-saint. Zhao Xiaoning gave them a sense of brutality before, but now, everyone feels that this person is still very polite, although they don't know what hot pot is.

But... Zhao Xiaoning's ability to talk nonsense with his eyes open has made many people gain knowledge.

We're old, it's easy to catch a cold when we sit, and we won't feel the slightest bit of cold even if you throw us into the extreme cold!

"My surname is Zhao, and it's okay for your seniors to call me Xiao Zhao. Zhao Xiaoning sat on the ground with a smile, tore open a bag of hot pot base, put it in the copper pot, and then introduced: "Cultivation is very boring, and after a long time, people will forget their sense of taste, as the so-called five flavors of life, if even the sense of taste is lost, how can I taste the sweet, sour, bitter and salty of this world? And how can I feel the warmth and coldness of this human affection? Therefore, when I reach the bottleneck of cultivation, I will eat a hot pot to warm my body and heart!"

And this kind of statement?

Those pseudo-saints and sub-saints were all stunned, they had cultivated for countless years, and some people had really forgotten their sense of taste, but no one could have imagined that the sense of taste would have such a great effect.

Zhao Xiaoning smiled, took out some snow and put it into the copper pot, and then released the immortal qi in his body to melt it: "Don't look at this copper pot, but in the eyes of the younger generation, this is a world and a world, and it has another world!"

Those masters didn't know what else was going on, but now none of them dared to rush to the place where Huanyang Cao lived, so they could only listen to Zhao Xiaoning bragging here. Of course, they were not idle, they put the hot pot base into the copper pot, and then put it in the snow, and then released the spirit qi in their bodies to melt it.

Gooo

The sound of boiling water echoed through the mountains, and at the same time, the spicy fragrance wafted out, which made the pseudo-saints and sub-saints who had not eaten for tens of thousands of years, or even longer, couldn't help but swallow their saliva, this taste was very strange to them, but it could arouse their appetite.

A certain Yasheng didn't even care about anything else, so he directly picked up the copper pot and drank the soup base in one gulp.

"It's delicious!" the sub-saint couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Xiaoning almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, should it be so exaggerated?

With a light cough, Zhao Xiaoning said embarrassedly: "Senior, your way of eating is wrong!"

Hearing this, the Yasheng looked embarrassed: "Brother Zhao, how to eat this so-called hot pot?"

Zhao Xiaoning smiled and said, "Seniors, don't worry, if you want to eat this hot pot, you need other ingredients!"

As soon as the words fell, Erdan flew back, and when he opened the storage ring, he saw a cow flying towards those pseudo-saints and sub-saints, these cows had just been killed, and the blood on their bodies was still exuding heat.

Zhao Xiaoning turned his fingers into a sword, peeled off a cow, sliced the pork belly on his body, and then put it into the hot pot, soaked for a while, opened his mouth and sucked, the beef slice entered his mouth, and then closed his eyes and tasted it very enjoyingly: "This is the correct way to eat hot pot!"

Seeing this scene, everyone followed suit.

But just as they were about to taste it, Zhao Xiaoning's voice sounded: "Seniors, slow down. ”

"Huh?"

Everyone looked at him in unison.

Zhao Xiaoning smiled and took out his mobile phone: "I heard that eating hot pot goes well with music!" said and pressed the play button of the music player.

As a result, a well-known divine comedy sounded over Kunlun Mountain.

The end of the vast world is my love~~~

Flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills~~~

What kind of rhythm is the most swaying ~~~

What kind of singing is the most cheerful~~~