Especially at the beginning of the ground level, Pasley's hand speed is actually above Yevre, but he has never been systematically trained, resulting in poor knife skills.

A group of elf chefs with a very low posture and tireless are hungry to absorb the essence of the dark elves from the outside world, changing the traditional concept little by little.

If this continues, the elven tribe in distress will permanently change the once single diet structure and turn to diversification.

Yevre always felt weird, as if he persuaded the vegetarians in the country to become succulents.

The atmosphere in the elven kitchen is very harmonious, constantly controlling eight frying pans back and forth, and Yevre, who has two tall soup pots, is skillfully boiling meatballs and stir-frying vegetables under the control of more and more refined mental power.

The elf chefs who have benefited a lot can't take their eyes off the constantly reversing pans, keeping every detail firmly in mind and not daring to forget.

It took six hours for Jevre to process tens of thousands of pounds of food.

The elves who took a refreshing bath did not come to watch as before, but after dealing with their personal matters, they came to the open-air wooden table, chatting in a low voice, while slowly waiting for the shocking dishes.

Only Amunsiri and a dozen bold elves, with a pitiful look, squatted outside the elven kitchen.

On the delicate little face, there is an expression of "if you don't give me a taste first, I'll cry to you".

Yevre looked at Ammonsili and the group of little guys with amusement, and he didn't pick up anyone, but really filled their stomachs in advance.

The two different flavors of meatballs and soft stewed belly made from the first batch of Xuanjie ingredients fill the kitchen with the rich aroma that fills the kitchen, satisfying the little ones who have been waiting for a long time.

When the more than 3,000 adult elves finally opened the table, Amunsiri touched her bulging belly and could only look at it dryly.

"Why is my belly so small, and I only ate so little, and it has been stuffed into my throat. ”

"Hahaha, you deserve it!"

Looking at Amunsiri, who couldn't even walk, and was about to rush out of her throat at the slightest jump, Yevre laughed so hard that tears were about to come out.

More than 3,000 elves, who had been frightened for many days, tasted the food with satisfaction, and sang wantonly in the warm current, leaving all the panic in their hearts behind.

For this feast, Yevre can be said to have exerted all his strength, improving many details, even the blood breath has been integrated into 60%, and all dishes have reached the eight-star passing line.

Even most of the dishes based on Xuanjie ingredients were also performed at a higher level, which surprised Yevre himself.

The strong mental power is really amazing.

can accurately grasp most of the details, and the reaction speed alone is not comparable to any chef in his hometown, even senior technicians.

Even inside the invisible meatball, Yevre can directly perceive the subtle changes inside it, which is simply a plug-in.

The experience gained from making sour balls once can catch up with the hands-on teaching of a senior technician for a month, and the effect will even be better.

If you can also grasp the details to such an accurate point, any country's top chef, a three-star Michelin chef, will all be laid off sooner or later.

A super-level pressure feast made many elves satisfied and smiling.

And Yevre, who is the hero behind the scenes, is the last to play, chatting hastily for a while, and after filling his stomach, he silently flashed back to the wooden house in a burst of laughter.

Leaning back on the wooden bed, he pondered about the metal shards.

Quietly taking out a spare Xuanjie heavy knife, Yevre carefully manipulated the small metal fragment, and then slammed it lightly.

The unlucky Xuanjie heavy knife was actually cut off on the spot, and it fell on the stony ground with a clang.

"What kind of quality is this metal fragment? This is a real high-grade weapon, not a messy fake product. ”

Yevre was stunned and put the broken knife into the storage ring, gritted his teeth, and hesitated for a long time, but he was still not willing to use the skill proficiency to appraise it.

After all, he is too lacking in skill proficiency, which is the foundation of his own strength, and he can't move easily.

Until now, Yevre was still distressed about the hundred skills he had wasted on identifying the Phantom God Treasure, and he longed to turn back time and stop his extremely wasteful behavior.

However, at the beginning, it only took a hundred proficiency to obtain a one-time treasure at the ground level, and this silver-white fragment actually opened its mouth widely, and the price was three hundred, which was simply from a family of robbers.

It is secretly estimated that this silver-white metal fragment is not a fragment of a heaven-level weapon, but also an earth-level peak realm.

However, even with such speculation, Yevre still did not hesitate to test the sharpness of the fragments with a ground-level dagger or a ground-level boning knife.

Quietly manipulating the shards, which weighed more than three hundred pounds, Yevre was interested in not letting them wander back and forth.

Sometimes it is like a vigorous swimming fish, constantly tossing and turning in the air, sometimes like a sinister poisonous snake, from a tricky angle, flashing on the ground, and then it is a full blow.

It took nearly eight hours of playing with it before Jevre retrieved the silvery-white metal fragment named "Tianque" under the feathers of his wings as a killer weapon.

Within a radius of ten miles of spiritual perception, Yevre can be said to be Xiao Li's flying knife alive, and there is no case of failure.

Squinting and half-asleep for a few hours, a refreshed Jevre headed to the elven kitchen with his secret weapon.

Don't think that Yevredo is diligent, he doesn't plan to be a chef today, and he still has a task ahead of him.

After saying hello to Pasley and taking away several skulls of hard Ground Rank Middle Realm Demonic Beasts, Yevre went to the creek to study the Xuan-Rank Demonic Beasts that had been prepared in advance.

Skillfully manipulating the dagger, Yevre was so engrossed in his research that he forgot about his lunch and didn't care about the strange looks of the other elves.

Constantly decomposing different Xuan-level demonic beasts in pieces, smelling slices of meat full of bloody smell from time to time, tasting the taste of different parts, and chewing repeatedly in order to verify different tastes.

From the white semi-solid, to the bone marrow in the bone stick, from the different colors of animal skins, to the internal organs, Yevre did not let go.

While carefully experiencing the differences between different Xuan-level demonic beasts, I kept thinking about the processing process of different ingredients in my mind.

Which parts are suitable for braising and which parts are suitable for dry sautéing, and which parts are suitable for grilling......

Thousands of recipes flashed through my mind, and thousands of improved dishes from other worlds, with different seasonings, kept emerging, deleting, and reorganizing under the techniques of frying, roasting, frying, roasting, stewing, marinating, etc.

Thanks to Yevre's mental strength and extremely fast thinking, otherwise if he were an ordinary person, he would have a splitting headache and obediently go to the brain doctor.

Time inadvertently flowed away, and Yevre, who felt a little numb in his legs, stopped in place for more than ten hours before completing the analysis of thirty kinds of Xuan-level demonic beasts.

After placing the rest of the Xuan-level demonic beasts, he returned to the elven kitchen alone, fried himself an eight-star back-to-the-pot meat---- used the second-knife meat of the ground-level berserk demon pork as the main ingredient, and then had a beautiful meal with Amon Xili, who sneaked over and observed him more than ten times.

In order to take care of Amon Siri's taste, her portion did not contain red chili fruit, but the unique aroma of meat, as well as the beautiful color overflowing with oil, and the crisp and elastic taste, still amazed Amon Sili.

While gulping down the cheeks, Amunsiri kept praising vaguely, and the cute eating appearance made the happy Yevre eat several pounds of extra meat.

After handing over the sufficiency to the stern instructor, Yevre hid back in the cabin without looking back, ignoring Amon Siri's tearful and sad face.

Amon Siri, who had eaten too much ground grade ingredients, ushered in the instructor's ruthless training after a while.

Swing the knife 10,000 times, run 500 miles at full speed, and do 5,000 push-ups on the spot.......

In order to satisfy the appetite of the tongue, this is the price that Amunsiri needs to pay.

Closing the wooden door tightly, Yevre laughed wildly with a prank on his face, and levitated several skulls that he had specially retrieved into the middle of the wooden house.

The spiritual power activated, controlling the Tianque, and at a speed invisible to the naked eye, it instantly slashed through the hard skull.

An imperceptible slit instantly caught Yevre's eye.

Looking at the skull in the middle of the ground ladder that was pierced by a blow, and then looking at the Tianque that was safe and sound, without even a single scratch, Yevre smiled sincerely.

Sure enough, it is worthy of Tianque, and it did not spoil the name.

Even if it wasn't as sharp as a real heaven-level weapon, it could definitely cause damage to the earth-level peak realm demonic beasts.

After comparing dozens of demonic beasts, Yevre knew deeply: the hardest part of the body of most demonic beasts, except for the demon core, was the skull.

Once the enemy is within the range of his spiritual power perception, even if he doesn't use the soul needle, it is enough to easily kill Amunruth by sneak attack.

If the trick is a little more weird, maybe it can send the elven elder to the point of no return.

Yevre, who had a vague answer in his heart, looked at the sky the more he looked at it, the more excited he became.

I can't take a break, and I can't care about cultivating the "Basic Spiritual Defense Technique", tirelessly, tirelessly experimenting with various control techniques, and there is a tendency to develop into a master of hidden weapons.

In the story of Xianxia, what kind of swordsmanship is played, and he has an otherworldly version of the flying knife, which must be able to break into a few fames, even if Calisis stood in front of him, he has enough means to kill it.

The white horse passed through the gap-like time, and he was concentrating on studying the ingredients, controlling the sky with excellence, cooking a meal for everyone every once in a while, and by the way, pointing out the schedule of the elf chefs such as Pasley, who was slowly on the road, and slipped away quickly.

The heaven-level demonic beast that once intimidated heaven and earth never appeared again, and the demon that happened to appear in his eyes was never seen again.

.......

After hiding in the cracks of the blue-gold boulder for almost eighteen days, relying on the food reserves in the dimensional space to survive, Lias finally took advantage of the gap between the departure of the large group of ground-level flying demonic beasts, carefully cast a stealth technique, chose a direction at random, and left at full speed.

Lias, who had returned to his normal size, kept walking.

This golden desert is boundless, and from time to time strange birds and animals pass by.

With the help of stealth and superhuman mental power, avoid some dangerous creatures at any time, and silently move towards the unknown future.

Suddenly, more than ten miles ahead, there was a familiar demonic roar.

Lias urgently raised his altitude, floating at an altitude of 3,000 feet, carefully avoiding a group of small and delicate magic sparrows, and with enough eyesight, cute compound eyes, and constantly flashing, he could see all the scenes in the battle field.

A speed demon at the peak of the Xuan Rank Realm was fighting with dozens of gray-brown one-horned strange snakes.

The three-foot-thick one-horned strange snake has a wide open mouth, and after a mouthful of fangs that flicker with cold light, a dark green venom keeps erupting.

It's a pity that the speed demon is extremely fast, and the strange body style, with a piercing sonic boom, brings out many phantoms, and the difference between separation dodges the venom splash.

As soon as the dark green venom fell to the ground, it rapidly corroded the yellow sand, and the large golden yellow sand instantly turned into curling green smoke, and then disappeared, leaving only devastation.

In the potholed desert, a few small brown snakes the thickness of chopsticks suddenly popped out, and with a speed that was not inferior to that of the Xuan-level Peak Realm Speed Demon, it was like a sharp arrow splitting through the air, and it slammed into the back of the Speed Demon's hand without leather armor.