According to the strength rating of the Qianlong Continent, the first-grade true qi is just the lowest-level warrior cultivation, and this cultivation can't make the slightest wave in the imperial capital. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Bu Fang wondered how he could have true qi?

Could it be because he completed the task of the system? But his first task was to get the first customer, and the rewards he received were nothing more than an enhanced version of egg fried rice and a kitchen god set fragment, and there was no mention of True Qi at all.

"System, is it possible to obtain true qi and improve strength as long as you complete the task?" Bu Fang asked puzzled.

The system replied in a serious and serious manner: "The host's true qi cultivation is related to the amount of metacrystals earned by the host, and the metacrystals obtained by the host after completing the specified transaction will be automatically converted into the host's true qi cultivation according to the proportion, and the host can observe the improvement of the cultivation and the proportion of metacrystals obtained after the completion of the task through the character panel." ”

"The current system level is one star, and the proportion of vitality conversion is 10 percent, and if it is upgraded to two stars, you can get more small store permissions, you can open tables and chairs, and you can allow customers to bring their own low-level ingredients. ”

"The number of Yuan Crystals obtained by the host in this business is twenty-two Yuan Crystals, and the energy of Yuan Crystals obtained by transformation is two according to the proportion, and the level of True Qi is equivalent to that of a warrior. ”

Bufang was dumbfounded, it turned out to be ...... Yuan Jing still has this kind of use, but it's normal to think about it, because Yuan Jing is originally an item needed for the cultivation of monks, and it can improve the level of true qi after refining, and this transformation of the system is just to help Bu Fang save a refining process.

"Huh...... In that case, if the more Yuan Crystals I earn, the stronger the cultivation I will improve?" the corners of Bu Fang's mouth gradually pulled away, revealing a stiff smile.

"Ten Yuan Crystals are required to reach the level of a second-rank battle master, one hundred are required to be a third-rank battle maniac, one thousand are required to be a fourth-rank battle spirit, and ten thousand are required to be a fifth-grade battle king. The system said.

Step: "......"

Well, there's a long way to go.

"By the way, what do you mean by bringing your own ingredients?" Bufang was a little curious.

"The host can help customers in the small shop to process their own ingredients and form a dish, and the price is set by the system according to the score of the host's completed cooking. The system is still seriously explained.

It turned out to be like this, Bu Fang's eyes lit up slightly, this is a very humane setting, a way to systematically expand his ability to earn Yuan Jing, but unfortunately his current level is not enough, in this fantasy world, all kinds of magical demon beast meat, all kinds of cherished vegetation, that is the top ingredients, if you allow others to carry the ingredients, plus his processing, you will definitely be able to earn a lot of Yuan Jing.

And the upgrade of the system requires him to complete the task of system release, the latest task: please make a profit of 100 yuan crystals and 1,000 gold coins within a week.

Mission progress: 22/100, 100/1000.

Bu Fang sighed in his heart, it is another task with a long way to go.

As a good chef, you must ensure that you sleep well.

After Bu Fang withdrew from the system panel, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep, and after a while, the sound of even breathing sounded regularly.

Early the next morning.

After getting up on time and washing, it's time to start your daily cooking practice.

After practicing the dishes he had learned, he yawned and opened the door of the shop.

The big black dog was still lying in front of the shop, he seemed to have been lying in that position all along, never moving, and his steps were a little surprised.

"Good morning, Blackie. The step said hello expressionlessly.

The big black dog's eyes rolled and he didn't bird him.

Bufang was not embarrassed, walked back to the kitchen, put the practice egg fried rice in a porcelain bowl, and then came out again, standing in front of Xiao Hei with the porcelain bowl.

"It's time to eat, little black. "Walk the way.

Xiao Hei smelled the fragrance of rice, and the decadence and laziness were swept away, and he immediately became energetic, his pink tongue stretched out, and his smart dog eyes stared at the porcelain bowl in Bu Fang's hand with anticipation.

Bu Fang was angry, this foodie dog, as soon as there was a food attitude, it completely changed, and he wiped his mouth and didn't recognize people immediately after eating.

What about the minimum level of trust between humans and dogs?

Doesn't this dog know that pleasing him as a chef is important?

Well, for this dog who only has food in his eyes, Bufang is also right, put the porcelain bowl in front of Xiao Hei, and the other party wagged his tail and slammed into the porcelain bowl.

I pulled a chair over, and I shrank back on the chair, waiting comfortably and comfortably for the customer to come to the door.

It's another beautiful and simple day.

At the same time, on the main road of the Imperial Capital Street, a large number of people were violent, and fierce gods and evil people flocked to it.

The leader was Sun Qixiang, who was dressed in green clothes and had his chest open, and the name of one of the three great gentlemen in the imperial capital was not a joke, and the people on the street avoided him one after another, looking at him in fear.

Sun Qixiang is very satisfied with the eyes of the people around him, that's right! I just want you to be afraid! Young Master Ben is so awesome, why aren't you afraid!

"Damn, if you don't smash that small restaurant today, Lao Tzu won't be surnamed Sun!"

Yesterday, he was stripped naked by the iron lump in the small restaurant, and the scene thrown out of it haunted him like a nightmare, making him not sleep well.

When did he, Sun Qixiang, suffer that kind of big loss, and if he didn't kill Bu Fang, he felt uncomfortable!

Xiao Yanyu didn't go out today, she ate the enhanced egg fried rice yesterday, and she went into retreat directly after her true qi level was improved, so today only Xiao Xiaolong ran towards the small restaurant alone.

But as soon as he arrived on the street, he saw this spectacular scene, Sun Qixiang took more than 100 people to smash the small restaurant.

"Oh my God! I still want to eat egg fried rice! Smash your sister, smash it!" Xiao Xiaolong was so angry, where did the small restaurant smash him, where to eat egg fried rice that can increase cultivation and be delicious?!

More than 100 people crossed the Fengxian Tower and walked dozens of miles, and the surroundings became secluded.

The alleys that used to be largely unattended are now packed with people.

Sun Qixiang's subordinates were all holding wooden sticks and looking coldly at the small restaurant in the alley.

What's more, such a small restaurant dares to bully our grandson, it's just a smash!

At the door of the small restaurant, Bu Fang squinted comfortably, shrunk on the chair, and the warm sunlight projected down, enveloping his figure, looking so lazy.

The big black dog wagged his tail and lay not far from the step, eating a porcelain bowl non-stop.

"The surname Fang, Ben Da Shao has come to smash your shop!" Sun Qixiang pointed at Bufang with a paper fan arrogantly, and shouted coldly, he brought so many people this time, he really didn't believe it, this kid is not afraid.

If Bufang doesn't kneel down and beg for mercy, Ben Dashao won't spare him!

The silence in the alley was terrible, and after Sun Dashao finished shouting, the expected step on his knees and begging for mercy did not appear, and the latter was still lying on the chair at the moment, and the warm sunlight covered his figure like a gauze robe.

All the little guys looked at Sun Qixiang with wide eyes.

It felt as if a flock of crows flew over his head...... There was no response, so embarrassed that it felt like the whole person was hollowed out.

Sun Qixiang was immediately annoyed, and he felt that Bufang slapped him a few times invisibly.

"Smash me! Destroy this little shop for me! Damn, I want this kid to know what will happen if you offend my grandson!"