Not long after, Ling Xiaoye picked up the sizzling wild boar that had been roasted.

Then, he took out a flying knife and cut the wild boar, which was like a cow, into several large pieces.

His technique is extremely skillful, and he completely cut down a wild boar after dividing five by two.

This made Su Mengyu a little surprised, she always thought that Ling Xiaoye was a cultivation geek, and he should not know much about some aspects of life.

Now, Ling Xiaoye's one-stop action made her really a little surprised:

"I didn't expect you to have this kind of skill. ”

"Hehe, life is forced to learn!"

Ling Xiaoye responded indifferently in the face of Su Mengyu's exclamation.

At this time, he cut the steaming wild boar meat into palm-sized pieces and placed them in a place covered with large leaves.

"No, how do I feel that your technique is very good?"

Su Mengyu's eyes widened and asked.

"What's so strange about this? Back then, my brother and I didn't eat for three days and two nights, and then we met a fragrant rat, and we desperately grabbed this fragrant rat and roasted it to eat. ”

“......”

The two of them talked nonsense like this, and Ling Xiaoye told some of his own experience, which made Su Mengyu laugh.

And the fragrance of the roasted hexagonal wild boar had already drifted away at this time, causing the disciples of Qinglanmen to forget to cultivate and want Ling Xiaoye to come here.

Ling Xiaoye naturally found out about this situation, so he said:

"Come on, let's eat!"

As soon as these words were spoken, those Qinglan Sect disciples couldn't hold back for a long time, and they ran in front of Ling Xiaoye one after another.

"Master, we're cultivating hard now, and we're hungry!"

"Hehe, the head actually made us something to eat!"

"It's so fragrant, I swallow hard......"

“......”

These disciples are from Tang Yuan's group.

Ling Xiaoye was not angry, because he knew that Tang Yuan had come to Qinglanmen, and it had not even taken ten days to add up, and these disciples had not been in contact.

"Eat, eat!"

When Ling Xiaoye spoke, those disciples were unceremonious, grabbing the pieces of meat that Ling Xiaoye had already divided, regardless of whether the wild boar was hot or not, fat or not, and directly stuffed it into their mouths.

In the face of these disciples who were like hungry ghosts reincarnated, Ling Xiaoye was also speechless at this kind of speed.

He picked up a piece of relatively thin hind leg meat, handed it to Su Mengyu, and said, "You can also taste it, the characteristics of this piece of meat are fat but not greasy, fragrant, and the meat is quite tender and smooth to eat!"

"Isn't it?" Su Mengyu was skeptical, she rarely ate so much meat at one time, so it was a little difficult to define: "If it's not delicious, I'll pluck your ears!"

When Ling heard this, he laughed, and then he picked up another piece of meat, threw it to Tang Yuan, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, I don't know if you are used to coming to Qinglanmen?"

"It's okay, it's better than fooling around in the old green forest!"

Tang Yuan took the meat and didn't eat it immediately, but answered the question first.

"Hehe, I thought you would be outnumbered or slip away, but I didn't expect you to be a responsible leader. ”

Faced with Tang Yuan's words, Ling Xiaoye suddenly didn't know how to answer.

In his eyes, once something is identified, it must be guarded.

Therefore, it doesn't make sense to say it or not, as long as he understands it in his own heart.

So, Ling Xiaoye also picked up a piece of meat that was still steaming and ate it.

A few bites, not salty or light, Ling Xiaoye himself was quite satisfied, he hadn't eaten his own barbecue for almost half a year, and his technique had not regressed.

Everyone else is the same, eating with relish and praise.

"I didn't expect that the head of the barbecue really has a hand. ”

"Yes, the boss should have another way to barbecue meat. ”

"I haven't eaten this delicious thing in months. ”

"Eat more if it's delicious, ah! Don't rob me of my meat, I want to eat ......"

When Ling Xiaoye heard these words, he didn't know whether to laugh or scold them.

However, he is still very happy in his heart, although his craftsmanship is not good, but he can give his disciples such an unfinished picture, which means that it is still okay.

And Su Mengyu and Tang Yuan were not the kind of women who ate more meat, but now in the face of this barbecue that didn't look good, they were able to eat it in one go, and they still showed a look of wanting to eat more.

Ling Xiaoye would not object, he motioned for them to continue eating, and also asked the disciples to finish eating the hexagonal wild boar that the ox laughed at.

In less than half a pillar of incense, there was only a pile of leftover bones left on the edge of this fire.

The disciples sat and stroked their stomachs, looking like they were exhausted. What's more, he's still burping.

After resting enough, Ling Xiaoye stood up and said loudly, "Okay, go back to that grass and continue to cultivate!"

After Ling Xiaoye said this, he turned his attention to the other four groups of disciples, and those disciples obviously asked about the fragrance, but the few people who led the team did not allow them to come over to eat meat.

Unable to come over to eat meat, these disciples could only turn their appetite into motivation, and kept trying to walk a few more steps on the grass, and then they were quickly pulled to the ground, and could only move back slowly.

After eating the meat, the disciples responded one after another after hearing Ling Xiaoye's words, stood up, and walked towards the grassland.

Tang Yuan also quickly returned to the grass and began to instruct the disciples of his group on how to walk on this grass.

Ling Xiaoye and Su Mengyu also arrived at the edge of the meadow, and he asked the third and fourth elders and the others how the progress of cultivation was.

The four elders immediately replied:

"There is no room for optimism. ”

"What's not optimistic?"

"Except for a few disciples, who can walk up to fifty steps, most of them can't even walk forty. ”

Hearing this description, Ling Xiaoye pondered.

After a moment, he asked, "How many steps can you take with the cultivation of the five Illusion God Realms?"

Uncle Zhuang Meng picked up at this moment and said, "Among the five of us, Elder Yu is the strongest, he tried it, and he was able to walk one hundred and fifty-five steps on this meadow that distorted his strength!"

"What about you?"

Ling Xiaoye asked, thinking that at the beginning, when he knew Zhuang Meng, he was still in the slave ring, and at that time, Zhuang Meng's strength was only the triple of the Illusion God Realm.

But taking Zhuang Meng to the Floating Holy Island, Ling Xiaoye designed some unlucky ghosts, and asked the leader of the wandering spirits to help devour the skills of others, and then transferred them to the Qinglanmen and his party, and their strength increased.

So now Uncle Zhuang Meng's strength should be like this in the Illusion God Realm.

Zhuang Meng's expression was serious, and he said: "Uncle, my strength is poor, so I walked one hundred and thirty steps!"