After repelling and plundering the star value of Huang Feng and the other five brothers, Mo Fan only rested in place for a while, calmed down the fighting spirit that had just gone through a big battle and seemed a little disordered, and immediately left this dangerous place.

The sight of him falling in the sky must be faintly seen by everyone around him, and maybe there will be some good people who come here to try their luck, although he is not afraid of such speculators, but there is obviously no need to engage in that senseless fight with the latter at this moment.

After cleaning up the battlefield a little, Mo Fan looked around, found a place with a stone mountain in the east, and walked there.

If you want to survive in the mountains and forests, you can't sleep anywhere you go in the forest, and he is not a strong man at the level of Dou Bo and Douhou, and he is not afraid of encountering demonic beasts in the second and third realms. Now he is just a small one-star fighter, and any second-realm demonic beast can repair him to an inhuman appearance, and he must first find a cave and restore his spiritual power to its best state before he can make other plans.

The rocky mountains are spread continuously, and although each mountain is not very tall, it is still quite majestic when viewed together.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, walked for more than ten minutes, and before he could even reach half the distance of the nearest small stone slope, Mo Fan had not yet felt anything, his stomach could not bear the hunger, and he cooed.

Speaking of which, since he was knocked unconscious by Da Bai, he has not eaten anything for almost two days and two nights now, although the cultivators have more grains and grains, but at the moment he is only in the middle stage of foundation building, Mo Fan has obviously not yet reached the kind of high-strength realm that can skip meals at all.

When people are hungry, everything is delicious. Fortunately, there is a lot of game in the forest, and along the way, Mo Fan has seen a lot of small animals such as rabbits and pheasants, which are suitable for barbecue.

Grabbing a few pheasants casually, the boy did not stop directly to satisfy his appetite, his fire in the center of the earth is too powerful, but it does not reveal a trace of high temperature outside the flames, condensing all the power in the flames, if you want to use the former to barbecue, I am afraid that these poor chickens will be burned directly to ashes before they are cooked.

For Mo Fan, if he wants to barbecue, he must chop some branches and find an open space to make a fire with flint and steel.

But right now, it's obviously not a good time to have a picnic in the forest, it's close to noon, most of the types of demon beasts have basically just woken up, it's the best time to go out hunting, and then stimulated by the smell of the barbecue, I'm afraid that it will directly flow with saliva, and even Mo Fan, who is cooking for them, will be swallowed together.

If Mo Fan was allowed to choose a few ways to die, it could be said that being buried in the belly of the demon beast was one of the most disgusting.

So although his stomach was growling and the pheasants were clucking in unison, Mo Fan was not tempted at all, and walked firmly towards the stone mountain.

Wait until you find a cave and then show off his amazing barbecue skills...!

After walking like this for another twenty minutes, Mo Fan was lucky enough not to meet anyone, and came to the foot of the stone mountain.

Of course, there is also the credit of the pheasant, if it were not for the desperate hissing of the former, so that everyone who heard it thought that it was laying eggs in a safe environment or fighting with its own kind, and did not come forward to investigate, I am afraid that the boy would have been discovered by others sooner or later.

Carrying a few pheasants, Mo Fan's subordinates exerted their strength, and suddenly made these great chickens who had achieved fame faint, and when they arrived at the destination, they were useless, and then put them in their ears to make noise, which was tantamount to a kind of self-destruction.

The boy didn't kill him directly, his flower chicken, roast pheasant, and stewed chicken soup still need fresh ingredients!

Climbing up and down in the continuous stone mountains, Mo Fan sometimes identified the direction of the wind, sometimes listened to the wind and whimpered, and with the use of huge spiritual power to explore and a keen sense of smell, he finally found a small cave that could be lived in an hour.

The cave is not big, but it is quite deep and winding, and there is no end in sight, and the entrance of the cave is located on the sunny side, and the perennial rays of the sun's rays make the cave not appear too damp to be inhabited.

Took out some clean water from the space ring, cleaned the cave at will, and burned some insects and poisons that didn't have long eyes or something directly, Mo Fan looked at his little nest that had been rejuvenated after cleaning, his handsome little face was full of happiness, and he said to himself with a smile:

"The first wild adventure, the great cave lord has announced, it's officially begun!

The pheasant family tied in the corner by a straw rope did not know why, and shivered in the autumn wind.

Seeing this, the young man smiled happily like a little king, and began to prepare for the barbecue.

I'm afraid it's only at this time that Mo Fan can see the childish side of his character...

Take out the pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar that are placed in the space ring every day, and put them neatly aside, the young man first set up a big pot, poured the heavenly spring water in the storage ring, and put some fresh branches that were broken in the forest below, picked up the flint and steel in his left and right hands, and his little face was serious.

"Smack. ”

"Smack. ”

Sporadic fire points emerge in the collision of stones, and fresh branches contain more water, which is not so easy to hit, but this elemental ratio of water and wood is exactly what Mo Fan needs most to make the world's first soup chicken.

The cooking skills were not sloppy at all, Mo Fan was engrossed, and placed the two flints and steels between the thumb and index finger of his left hand, the ring finger and the little finger respectively, and the five white and slender fingers rotated flexibly together, and the flint and steel made a "popping" sound moved up and down between the palm and fingers of his left hand like a miracle, and the faint sparks flew and landed perfectly on the wood.

This way of igniting can be described as breathtaking!

The left hand takes the fire, and Mo Fan's right hand is not idle, sometimes moving the position of the wood, sometimes dialing the angle of the branch, everything strives to ignite the flame in an instant, wrapping the boiling chicken pot in all directions without dead ends.

Chun Yuan's fighting qi came out of his body, condensed a thin line on the surface of his body, and shot directly at the pheasant in the corner in the direction of his right hand, killing the former with one blow very neatly. At the same time, the end of the thin thread shook faintly in the air, like a dexterous little hand, gently untied the grass rope of the pheasant, and the roll flew it back.

When he was about to reach Mo Fan's face, countless wisps of fighting qi rolled out from the latter's body, emitting a pure white light, like the finest blade in the world, jumping in the air, flying back and forth on the pheasant's body.

In the blink of an eye, a little white chicken with a new hair and skin plucked appeared in the air, like a delicate work of art in a museum, maintaining a proud posture of raising its head and falling into the soup!

The fire was burning, Mo Fan couldn't spare his hands, and the same ingredients flew out of the space ring, processed them in the air for a while, and fell into the soup pot accurately.

Finally, after scattering all kinds of spices, Mo Fan wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, as if he had fought a battle with an evenly matched opponent, he was so tired that he was thrilling, took a moment, closed the lid of the pot with his backhand, and turned around and began the preparations for calling the flower chicken...

Halfway up the hill of a small stone hill not far from the Boys' Cave, a delicate rattan bed with a sense of leisure stands prominently above the mountain clearing.

Dugu Zhong sat on it blankly at this time, already looking at a certain guy, dumbfounded, and silent for a long time before he asked a scholar next to him: "You have been in the past three years... Are you waiting for him?"

"Don't talk nonsense about these easily misleading truths, I'm waiting for the heavenly opportunity!" Li Cunyuan wiped the saliva that was almost dripping onto his pants, and raised his head and said proudly.

Dugu Zhong was silent in his heart, just thinking that this person was delayed for one month every year, so after three years, he still ranked first on the heavenly list, which seemed to be more surprising than the strange boy at the moment.

......

It took half an hour to finally make all the delicious food, Mo Fan seemed to be the most devout magic cultist in Chang'an City, muttered a few bastard words such as "thank you pheasant", waved the newly changed ink-colored robe, scooped up the roast chicken with his left hand, and grabbed the flower chicken with his right hand, like the most vulgar person in the world, and feasted on it.

The person who only saw him eating would not have thought that it was this guy who made such an amazing delicacy before......

Just when Mo Fan was eating extremely happily and secretly sighing that he was the real woodcutter who sharpened his knife in all aspects, a proud voice like a young lady sounded angrily outside the cave:

"How the hell did you blaspheme something from heaven!"

Before the words fell, a beautiful and beautiful girl, with the anger of her little face, and the dew of the early morning in the mountains, like a fairy who never existed in the world, stepped into the cave and glared at the young man.