Michizo can accept salt as sugar, but he definitely can't accept oil as vinegar.

What's even more unacceptable is that when Dao San pointed out the problem, Long Gui was still stir-frying in the pot, "It's all about the same, it's almost, no problem." ”

Treat the oil as vinegar, and the sweet and sour one becomes fried in oil?

When Youze Longgui brought the dish up, Dao San took a bite with a confused face.

Can you still eat?

Sweet and sour turned into salty, and although it was a different flavor, it felt really good.

Arisawa Longgui sandwiched a piece, his eyes shining, "Well, the new taste, it's not bad." ”

Dao San, this mouthful, two, values are about to collapse.

Based on Daosan's cooking skills, the evaluation is "still edible", which means that the level of Youze Longgui is a little unusual.

Is that okay too?

Is it that easy to cook?

"Is it delicious? I'm going to eat it too! ”

A black and ugly void opened its big mouth and rushed to the three roars, and the spiritual pressure belonging to the void began to boil.

"Delicious !!"

Long Gui inexplicably felt cold all over her body, her body was under tremendous pressure, her eyes looked at the void, although she couldn't see anything, she could keenly feel that there was something there.

"I'm sorry, Arizawa-san, they came to me."

Dao San sighed, in the world of death, almost everything is linked to spiritual pressure, and perception also comes from spiritual pressure to some extent.

Therefore, Hanyu Daosan, who had lost his spiritual pressure, didn't even notice their arrival in the first place.

"You, say, what?" Youze Longgui could only reluctantly respond at this time.

"You can really see me, obviously I don't have spiritual power, obviously I'm not a god of death, but why is there such an attractive smell?"

Void was puzzled, and his big face approached Hanyu Michizo.

And Dao San turned around and smiled at Long Gui, and then punched at the miscellaneous fish.

A punch passed through Miscellaneous Fish's body, directly annihilating him.

The battle of the Grim Reaper is a battle of spiritual pressure, it is recognized and there is no doubt about it.

But unlike some powerful humans, the Grim Reaper's spirit body evolves in order to adapt to its growing spiritual pressure.

For example, the Heavenly Treasure that strikes clearly, the spiritual pressure and combat power of the top captain of the owner, with his spirit body, he fights with all his strength, and it is even enough to make the Three Realms suffer unbearable damage.

He stood there, even if he didn't use spiritual pressure, ordinary captain-level people couldn't break through his defenses.

What's more, Dao San is a super captain who surpasses the combat power of the top captain, even if his body is not Dao San's strong point, but there is no problem in dealing with a few miscellaneous fish.

As for strength, in terms of attack power and defense, there should be the strength of the captain-level threshold.

It's just that the speed is not even as good as the ordinary Reaper, and the means of attack are too lacking.

Dao San first picked up the wooden sword next to the door, then went to the balcony and opened the curtains.

Under the moonlight, there were a lot of miscellaneous fish outside, as if they were dumplings, but they did not attack humans unscrupulously, but wandered in space, looking for Hanyu Michizo.

"Where, where!"

"Delicious ......"

Dao San smiled, holding the wooden knife in his hand, and then jumped lightly on the edge of the balcony.

"I'm here!"

This is the eighteenth floor.

Dao San forgot that he had lost his spiritual pressure, and at this height, he would have to finish playing with Tianzang if he fell.

However, how could the void let Dao San fall smoothly?

There are more monks and less meat, and if they are strong, they are earned.

A ten-meter-long centipede floated and bit at Daosan, but was trampled under his feet by Daosan.

Raising the wooden sword, Michizo closed his eyes and grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands.

"One Knife Flow, One Thought Descends Dragon Flash!"

The wind began to be noisy, there was no spiritual pressure, this style of sword move looked unpretentious, the sword pressure was thrown away, and it fell in front of it like a crucian carp crossing the river, and in an instant, the miscellaneous fish in front of Dao San was annihilated.

It was also because there was no protection of spiritual pressure, and the sword moves that came from the pressure of the three spirit bodies of Hanyu Dao made this wooden sword shatter directly.

Careless.

Dao San looked at the black cavities in the distance one after another, more and more miscellaneous fish were empty, and clenched his fists.

And the centipede void under Daosan's feet also began to decline uncontrollably at a rapid speed, and Dao San stretched out his hands and inserted them into the centipede void's body, accompanied by the fall.

And when he couldn't stand still, in the distance, a spiritual pressure as dazzling as the sun came from a distance.

"Crescent Sky Rush!"

The crescent-like attack crackled from afar, and a sword pressure combined with spiritual pressure shattered the voids that were huddled together.

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Quite an ordinary Xi official-level spiritual pressure, coupled with a rather rough sword pressure technique.

But I have to mention that the orange-haired grim reaper boy in front of him who was carrying a kitchen knife that seemed to magnify several times saved his life.

"Hanyu-san, are you alright?"

Orihime, a blonde girl, stood by Michizo's side full of vitality.

"No, thank you for coming to help you, but you can call me Daosan, I'm not a classmate."

"You're welcome, Hanyu-san."

Orihime stretched out her slender hand and made a saluting gesture, and then agreed quite happily.

The orange-haired boy rushed in and began to slash with black kitchen knives.

"Crescent Sky Rush."

"Crescent Sky Rush."

"Crescent Sky Rush."

Seeing that Daosan's eyelids jumped, such a rough skill, if he showed it during the training of the second team or the Mao Guishou team, Daosan would definitely teach him a good lesson.

"What's his name?"

"This is Kurosaki-san, Ichigo Kurosaki."

The girl put her hands on her chest as if praying, but her thoughts about spring were clear at a glance.

'Ichigo Kurosaki. ’

Dao San couldn't help but chant this name, it was too familiar, this name was already like Dao San's heart demon, and he was desperate to know who this name belonged to.

"Hey, Kurosaki, this time we're going to kill more than anyone else."

White-clothed and white-bowed, if it is not popular, such a match, such a spiritual pressure, only the destroyer.

Ishida's spiritual pressure is not as good as Kurosaki Ichigo, but his attacks are far more delicate than Kurosaki, and the speed of the two of them is really comparable.

"This is Ishida-san, Ishida Yuryu."

Dao San squinted his eyes and said the name again.

"I haven't heard of it."