Two minutes, just two minutes, Jin Jiao came back with a big buffalo with a full two thousand catties, and threw it at Wang Ping's feet with a plop, smashing a burst of dust on the ground, choking Wang Ping quickly dodged.

This side has just dodged, and Da Bai has also returned, dragging a thousand catties of wild boar, the wild boar is not dead at that time, and it is still humming.

Wang Ping was completely speechless, glared at the two guys and said, "You guys did this on purpose, right?" How do you grill so much meat? Or you two will eat it raw. ”

"No, since we follow you, naturally you got us food, you are the eldest brother, we are your little brother, how can the eldest brother not take care of the younger brother?"

Jin Jiao is full of reason, he can talk about it with a mouth, and by the way, he also pulled Dabai, this guy is also unkind, nodded again and again, and echoed Jin Jiao's words.

"Since you are my little brother, then how can there be a little brother who wants the eldest brother to serve? It's all the younger brother serving the eldest brother, I didn't let you serve me, let's settle it. ”

Wang Ping was arguing with them while thinking about how to turn the two big men into mature meat, fortunately there was a small river in this valley, although the water flow was not fast, but it was enough to wash and skin these two beasts.

Soon, Wang Ping skinned a bison and wild boar, bled it, cleaned up the internal organs, and then cut it into dozens of catties with a Daguan knife.

As soon as the mind moved, the Huaxia Ding was sacrificed, and with a flick of his fingers, a cyan divine light shot into the small river, and in an instant, a large part of the river water froze into ice, and then Wang Ping controlled this piece of ice to the top of the Huaxia Ding, and the ice and fire divine power alternated, and a large area of pure water fell into the Ding.

The next thing is easy to do, make Huaxia Ding bigger, enough to hold more meat, and then Wang Ping put all the condiments he carried with him, but the problem is that the salt is not enough, and the fragrance cannot come out without salt.

In desperation, Wang Ping ran his spiritual skills and found a salt mine in the nearby underground, and then cut off a large piece with a Daguan knife and put it in the dingzhong.

The golden gourd that was originally suppressed under the Demon Suppression Tower has been released by Wang Ping, and at this moment, the golden gourd is sacrificed, and under the Huaxia Ding, the golden divine fire spews out, licking the bottom of the Ding.

In just half an hour, the water boiled and the meat was rotten, and the aroma was overflowing, if others saw Wang Ping like this, Fei broke his mouth and scolded him for being a loser, no one was willing to use a magic weapon comparable to the magic weapon of the Extreme Dao Saint Soldier to make a big pot of stewed meat, let alone someone with a very high-quality golden divine fire as firewood.

Jin Jiao and Da Bai's two greedy saliva flowed, to be honest, Wang Ping's level this time is really not good, but life and death are cooked, there are so many ingredients and salt, no matter how bad it is, it will not be too bad, of course, there is still a big gap compared with those real delicacies.

The two big stomach kings seemed to directly lead their stomachs to another dimension, so many cooked meat were all wiped out in less than half an hour, and Wang Ping said that he couldn't support them in the future, and let them eat on their own in the future.

After eating and drinking, Wang Ping was also afraid that they would be suffocated, so he ordered them to play around here, not to run around, and quietly returned to the Ghost Dream Sect, which is also the current Dream Holy Land.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Wang Ping got up very early, went to the window to breathe fresh air, and Wang Ping found that some of those loose cultivators had already gotten up, either cultivating towards the rising sun, or taking a walk nearby.

A cultivator's life is boring, in addition to cultivation or cultivation every day, but perception is also very important, only by copying and carving Dao marks can one's cultivation be stronger and closer to the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, some cultivators often need a quiet environment after cultivation, or after a great war, to silently comprehend the truth between heaven and earth, these are the Dao marks of the Heavenly Dao, and only by integrating the Dao marks into their own sea of consciousness, or even into their own magic weapons, can they improve the quality of their magic weapons.

Wang Ping under the leadership of the disciples of the Dream Sect, had breakfast in the breakfast hall and then came to the vicinity of the stone platform in the square where he watched the battle yesterday, after inquiry, the Holy Son of the Dream still will not make a move today, it is the two Holy Sons of the two small sects below who woke up to compete, there are six sects around the entire Dream Sect, although it is small, but the strength of the Holy Son is still quite good.

In the past three days, there are already two winners, and today there will be another winner, and then the Holy Son of Dreams will go to the mall, make up two pairs, and fight against each other.

Then there is two into one, and the candidate for the Holy Son is finally determined, which is also very fair, Wang Ping sounded faintly and watched some drafts on TV shows before, isn't it also this method?

However, those talent shows have insiders and can be operated in the dark, but this one cannot be operated in the dark, fighting for life and death, and if you are not careful, you will be defeated and die, who dares not to go all out?

Not long after, the holy sons of the two sects appeared one after another, both of them were around twenty years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and they could definitely be called handsome guys.

The Supreme Elder of the Youmeng Sect is an old man with goosebumps, and he seems to have little longevity, but his strong strength is recognized by everyone, and no one will disagree with him as a referee, and he can also rescue the defeated at a critical moment, so that there will be no deaths and injuries.

At this time, this Supreme Elder floated above the stone platform, glanced at the two of them, and said in a flat voice: "The two Holy Sons have the same name. ”

This is a routine matter, they are not far away, as a holy son, if they have not met, it is impossible, but here, even if the two have met, they must abide by the rules, and the common name still has to be used by common name.

"Heaven Thief Sect, Xiuyuan Mountain."

"Ziyang Sect, He Zhensong."

"The two sides stepped back thirty meters and prepared for the race."

Elder Taishang glanced at the two Holy Sons, and in his eyes, the cultivation of the two of them could be said to be exquisite, and nothing could be hidden from him.

The two of them retreated, and after a distance of thirty meters in the middle, they locked on their opponents with their eyes, and as soon as the match began, they would send a powerful attack.

Elder Taishang looked at the two of them, slashed his right hand downward, and shouted: "The game begins, life and death don't matter, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated." ”

Before he finished speaking, the two Holy Sons had already begun to make a move, the distance of thirty meters was out of reach for ordinary people, but it was nothing to the two Holy Sons, and they soon sacrificed their magic weapons.

The Xiuyuan Mountain of the Heaven Thief Sect sacrificed a mirror and shot out a white light, and there were terrifying divine power fluctuations in the white light, which seemed to be definitely a big killing weapon.

Not to be outdone, He Zhensong of the Ziyang Sect waved his hands and drew a whirlpool, and the black whirlpool swallowed the white light like a black hole.