Since he had a frying pan, Mo Huaisan's waist didn't hurt anymore, his head didn't hurt anymore, and his whole person was comfortable, okay, at least that's what he felt. Since the advent of the pan, his cooking skills have skyrocketed like a rising tide.

Tang Yu is very strange, he knows the waste material of Mo Huaisan's cooking skills, but these days he doesn't know how, Mo Huaisan's cooking skills are like beating chicken blood, and they are rising slowly, which makes him feel that there is something wrong.

But Tang Yu, who has always felt very keen, observed Mo Huaisan for a few days, but did not find any major problems, the only problem was that a frying pan appeared in Mo Huaisan's hand.

Although Tang Yu had gone out with his master to run errands a few times, he was not far from where they lived, so he really didn't know if there was such a thing as a frying pan outside, and when he questioned Mo Huaisan, Mo Huaisan fooled him.

When Tang Yu was fooled away, Mo Huaisan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of his recent soaring cooking skills, Mo Huaisan couldn't wait to pick up the small pot and kiss it fiercely.

Time passed so quickly, Mo Huaisan had learned more than fifty dishes by now, and of course, he was also doing well in terms of color, flavor, and flavor.

Chef Hao was very strange, but he didn't dig deeper, he felt that he was probably about to complete his merits and could go home.

Just when Mo Huaisan was studying hard to cook, and Tang Yu was practicing hard, in a valley full of spiritual energy far away from them, an old man with white hair and beard was posing in a posture with five hearts facing the sky, as if he was practicing some peerless exercises, and the mouth of the valley was sealed, and no one came in.

The sun rose and sunset, it was windy and rainy, and the old man sat in that place motionless, and if it weren't for the slight sound of breathing, it was estimated that even the animals passing by would think that this person was dead.

Time passed slowly, a full moon hung high in the sky, the bright moonlight sprinkled in the valley, enveloping the old man's body, at this time, the old man's body suddenly came out of a puff of white smoke, a whistling sound, the whole valley seemed to fall into darkness, and when the moonlight shrouded the valley again, it was vaguely possible to see that the old man who had been meditating here had already stood up and was endlessly armed.

A whistling sound sounded, and when the whistling sound fell, the figure of the old man in the valley had disappeared without a trace, if there were people from the cultivation realm who came here now, they would definitely find that the old man just now used a small transfer that only cultivators in the foundation building period could use.

There was a quiet atmosphere in the valley, and outside the valley, the old man who was meditating in the valley just now appeared here, and he did not rest, but directly moved again, completely disappearing into this place.

The sky was gray, the air on the mountain was very depressing, it seemed that it was about to rain, Mo Huaisan was in the courtyard at this time, and Chef Hao was also helping, they had just taken the last robe off the shelf, and the rumbling sound began to sound, looking up at the sky, he saw thunder shining not far away.

The thunder made Mo Huaisan faster, and they took their clothes and dodged into the bamboo house.

After putting away the clothes, Mo Huaisan ran to the kitchen, because the small pot looked more peculiar, so Mo Huaisan couldn't take it here, so he had to place it in the kitchen, and now it was thundering and raining, Mo Huaisan naturally wanted to take the small pot back into the inventory.

After setting up the small pot, Mo Huaisan walked towards Tang Yu's door, he planned to close the window, it was dark and dark, and the light around him was very dark, although Mo Huaisan had learned martial arts, but the level of his half bucket of water was at best able to see a little clearly.

Just as he was approaching Tang Yu's door, he suddenly found a tall looking figure standing at the door of Tang Yu's room.

Vaguely, this figure was a little familiar, but Mo Huaisan didn't remember who this person was, at this time, his heart couldn't help but chuckle, thinking to himself, this person must have done something bad to Tang Yu.

Mo Huaisan, who didn't know how much he was thinking, quickly summoned a small pot from the inventory, holding the pan in his hand, and he slowly approached the person.

That person seemed to be looking at Tang Yu's door very intently, and didn't pay attention to the back, probably because he was very confident in the safety of this mountain.

Mo Huaisan walked behind the man and yelled. "Who are you, what do you want to do when you stand at the door of my young master's room?"

Mo Huaisan's voice was very loud, and the person who was still in a daze at the door suddenly turned around, just right, Mo Huaisan felt a sense of coercion coming to his face.

The pan in his hand didn't hesitate any longer, and just smashed it on the sneaky man standing in the doorway.

Touch......

The power of the pan is powerful, and when he hits the person, it hits a very critical part.

As the saying goes, you don't hit someone in the face, but the problem is that the pan is very calm and slapped directly on the person's face, directly slapping the person's fragile nose bridge.

Just when this person just fell to the ground, the door of Tang Yu's room was opened from the inside, Tang Yu happened to come out of it, and at first glance he saw Mo Huaisan standing at the door with a frying pan in his hand.

"Little Sanzi, who are you?"

"Young master, there was just someone standing sneakily at your door, so I ......" pointed to the frying pan, and Mo Huaisan's meaning was self-evident.

Tang Yu immediately looked to the ground when he heard this, and the next moment his whole face was not good, his speed was very fast, he squatted down and helped the person who was slapped to the ground, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the person's face.

Tang Yu's face was a little bad, but Mo Huaisan's whole person was completely bad after seeing the person who was knocked down by himself, his face was pale as if he was about to die, he really felt that he was about to die.

The author has something to say: ~\(≧▽≦)/~ Lalala...... I'm going to send the contract today.,So you can rest assured to collect it.,(*^__^*)Hehe...... Definitely not pitted