"How can a waste survive a life!" the young man said to himself coldly after throwing Wang Yun down the mountain.

He didn't plan to save Wang Yun in the first place, and he felt that Wang Yun would be bad for him if he was alive, so these were normal operations.

As for Ma Tianjiao, he didn't save the funeral without saying a word, and it would not cause Ma Tianjiao to misunderstand.

Poor Wang Yun fell from the top of the mountain with all his muscles and bones broken, and the blood seemed to be squeezed dry from his body, and the whole person was completely a dry corpse.

But even so, he's not dead. The soul was in silence, the consciousness was still there, he knew everything that had just happened, but he had no power to stop it.

Maybe he is the worst traverser, he doesn't have a very rebellious golden finger, he can't recover his body on his own, and he doesn't have a peerless powerhouse to be his master.

But in his consciousness, there is a firm belief that he will never give up. As long as he can survive, then whether it is Wang Miao or this Wuyan Holy Son, they will become the target of his thousand cuts!

I don't know how long later, a figure appeared in the dense forest. It was an old beggar dressed in extreme shabby clothes, stirring back and forth among the weeds of the forest with a rotten wooden stick in his left hand, and a broken porcelain bowl in his hand, mutilated and with a broken corner.

Wang Yun's consciousness was restored, thinking that there was really some peerless powerhouse to save him, but when he saw the behavior of this beggar old man, he suddenly lost his illusions, and he was pitiful.

"Time is ticking......"

The old beggar approached Wang Yun step by step, as if he was looking for something, and at the same time said some strange words in his mouth: If you don't deviate from your sect, you know that you will choose me~

Just in an instant, Wang Yun's consciousness was shocked by the words in the mouth of this beggar old man, wasn't he talking about the words of the Time Guardian, could he be the Time Guardian?

Wang Yun, who had once dominated the Summoner Canyon, was simply too familiar with these words, after all, this was his youth, and as soon as he mentioned it, he felt inexplicably excited.

"Poor baby, as the youngest king of the Summoner's Canyon. I have seen your death, and you died horribly. But now, how can you die again?"

The old beggar man came to Wang Yun's side, his cloudy eyes gradually burst into blue light, and he continued to say strange things in his mouth, and at the same time his arms began to dance.

"Turn back the clock!"

At this time, I saw him drink towards the sky, and his blue eyes suddenly emitted two blue lights, and then fell on Wang Yun's body.

Immediately after, his body turned into a gray light and disappeared from its place in an instant, leaving only the rotten wooden stick and the broken porcelain bowl.

Everything came very suddenly, but Wang Yun was blessed by misfortune. Under the two blue rays of the old beggar man, who he thought was the guardian of time, his body was rejuvenated, and his soul was gradually recovering.

Most importantly, he feels like he is much younger, especially his mentality, which is back to puberty.

"Wang Miao, Wuyan Holy Son, your time of death has come!"

Half an hour later, Wang Yun stood alive in the dense forest. With a fierce face, he looked at the 10,000-foot high Fenghuomen Divine Mountain in front of him, and his fists couldn't help but clench tightly.

Now, he's going to start improving his game. Because only if he becomes strong enough, then he can get everything he wants!

The life-long method of the eighth generation of the Kitchen God kept coming to his mind at this moment, and he started his cultivation with the golden gas in his stomach as the source. Moreover, there was only one way for him to cultivate, and that was to make this golden gas continuously stronger through the transformation mechanism of the stomach.

Therefore, he could only rely on eating and cultivating! He couldn't improve his strength by absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth like everyone else. This kind of cultivation method is also really very strange.

If it were someone else, they would definitely not have a future in their lives, let alone become a peerless powerhouse! Because they don't know how to cultivate by eating, they won't be like Wang Yun, who has the inheritance of the way of the eight generations of kitchen gods!

The dense forest was overgrown with weeds, but in Wang Yun's opinion, it was all cultivation. Now he only needs to find an iron pot, then he can officially start cultivating. Although these weeds can also be eaten raw, this will greatly waste the energy of heaven and earth contained in the weeds.

This is the true meaning of the way of the god of cooking! Because only the convergence of a variety of ingredients, and then the most primitive method of fire to fuse the energy of heaven and earth in them, so that the effect of the ingredients can reach the extent that one plus one is far greater than two!

Often the most primitive, but also the most powerful. Whether it is from the creatures of that period, eating is definitely the most fundamental, the most primitive, and the most powerful way to make people stronger.

Today's cultivators, although they have evolved, cannot survive by eating, and they will absorb the aura of heaven and earth to make themselves stronger. But this has always evolved!

Wang Yun in the dense forest searched for a long time, but in the end he couldn't find any iron objects. The eighth-generation chef dragon Fengtian said in the crystallization of the way of the lifelong kitchen god that only iron is the most effective medium for fire, because it will integrate all the heat.

But he couldn't find any iron objects, which made Wang Yun difficult. Now he didn't want to find an iron pot, as long as it was a piece of iron, he would be satisfied.

"Find, find, find, find the iron piece, where are you with my iron piece?Come out quickly, come out quickly, I want to use you~"

Wang Yun muttered as he continued to search in the dense forest. It may also be that he was lucky and didn't find the iron piece, but he met three cultivators. Moreover, when the three cultivators saw him, they all showed frightened expressions at the same time.

After taking a closer look, Wang Yun found that the three cultivators were wearing the clothes of the Wind and Fire Sect. Even if I thought about it in my heart, could these three people be asked by the Holy Son of Wuyan to collect his body?

"Kill!"

The three cultivators were terrified for only a moment, and then they were full of murderous aura, and they all raised their long swords and rushed towards Wang Yun. But their speed is a little too slow.

Wang Yun's face sank, it seemed that he guessed that there should be no mistake, these three cultivators were here to collect his body!

The moment of panic just now, and the murderous aura rushing towards him now, was enough to prove the intentions of these three cultivators.

However, he was not afraid at all, in the past he was badly injured and could not fight back, but now he is intact and completely different. I saw that the golden gas in his stomach was stimulated by him, and it quickly circulated throughout his body. In an instant, he felt that he was full of strength, and he could kill a tiger with one punch.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The three punches blasted out quickly, each punch with a golden light, like the power of a nine ox rushing, and the power was unstoppable.

These three cultivators were all outer disciples who had just condensed their qi, and their strength was very weak. Although he rushed towards Wang Yun with a long sword in his hand, he was easily dodged by Wang Yun. Moreover, his three punches also hit these three cultivators fiercely, blasting them out in an instant.