The canteen of Wushamen is still as lively as ever.

As a rich man who lives in the deep mountains and is surrounded by unique products, almost no one except his own family wants to use it.

The food of the Five Evil Sects can be described as extremely rich.

Not only are there a variety of dishes, but basically every meal is made with special spiritual objects for the disciples to enjoy and assist them in their cultivation.

Although this kind of spiritual meal made with low-level spiritual objects is not very effective.

But after all, it's a prostitute for nothing, so who cares more.

Moreover, over time, this is a large source of aura after all.

Therefore, as long as the disciples have nothing to do, they will come here almost every day to enjoy almost the same food.

And when there are many people, it is inevitable that there will be some disputes, especially the pretentious immortal cultivators, who can't stand any grievances.

But no matter how fierce the quarrel is, in the cafeteria, no one ever fights.

Because this is already an unspoken rule that disciples will abide by when they eat here.

After all, the three chefs at the peak of the Yuan Infant are not only only only good at cooking, but also very good at beating people!

Pots and pans are buckled on your head, not to mention some ordinary disciples, you have to kneel even if the elder comes.

And these three chefs have a lot of backgrounds, they are senior veterans of the Five Evil Sects, and the older generation of masters who have lived for almost a thousand years.

Although the talent is limited, it is difficult to further cultivate.

But the generation is not small, it can be said that the disciples below the second generation in the sect have all grown up eating the food they cooked, and no one has been taught by them.

Even the second-generation disciples of the same generation have a very good relationship with them, and from time to time they will get together to open a small stove.

If it weren't for the fact that he likes to cook and is very keen to study dishes, these three old-timers would not have come here to be cooks.

With these three big Buddhas suppressed, whoever dares to cause trouble in the canteen, then who is breaking ground on Tai Sui's head, and then a kitchenware education may be inevitable, and no one dares to help find the field.

Offending the cook after all? Do you want to mess around here?

At the entrance of the lively canteen, Qin Yu probed his brain and walked in.

He had already changed into the disciple uniform of the Five Evil Sect on his body, not only had a fire pattern on his chest, but also had a fifth-generation disciple token on his chest, and he looked around vigilantly.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the interior decoration of the canteen, but it looked very stylish, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it seems that the Demon Gate doesn't have any unique dining habits, otherwise it would be too unappetizing if it was really like the legend, with two corpses hanging on the wall or something.

Adjusting his mentality, Qin Yu quickly began to line up to receive food.

And along the way, he also discovered one thing, that is, his identity does not seem to be too low.

Needless to say, it belongs to the inner gate, which is nothing unusual, after all, there are not many inner disciples here.

But even among those inner disciples, the number of five generations of disciples is not too much.

There are more than six or even seven generations, eight generations of disciples, and even some nine generations of disciples.

The seniority is generally lower than Qin Yu.

Obviously, Qin Yu is relying on the light of the cheap master Ayaluo.

Ayara, who has a lot of reputation and has been cultivating for a long time, is a fourth-generation disciple nine times out of ten.

In addition to the first generation of the sect master and the five ancestors, the second generation of his direct descendants, and the third generation of the apprentice's grandchildren, the group with the highest status in the entire sect.

Qin Yu, who directly worshiped under the Yaluo Gate, directly jumped to the fifth generation.

Not to mention that this guy has just started for a long time, even those disciples of the Five Evil Sect who have cultivated for a hundred years, their position may not be as high as his.

Finding that he seemed to have become the legendary senior, Qin Yu instantly came to his senses, raised his head with his chest straight, and swaggered towards the food collection place.

Then he looked at the three big men standing behind the cafeteria, and a group of chefs next to him who were also as strong as oxen, and they were not easy to mess with, and they wilted again in an instant.

Three silver rings! It's just pale silver though! But it's really supporting role-level luck!

Among these five evil gates, there will actually be three silver-ring cooks! What the hell is this?

Subconsciously looked up at the aura above the heads of the three of them, but found that the fate of the three of them was generally related to various ingredients and recipes Qin Yu, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but tremble.

Even cooking is considered luck? Sure enough, there are three thousand avenues, each different.

The other party's cultivation method is really unique enough.

Feeling the terrifying momentum exuded by the three strong men opposite, Qin Yu carefully handed out the plate.

"That, a few chefs, trouble a little more."

Hearing this, the three chefs who were expressionless and could directly stuff Qin Yu into two of them subconsciously glanced at each other.

"New?"

"Yes."

"Okay, old rules."

As one of them spoke, he dug a few large spoonfuls directly into the spiritual meal and gave them to Qin Yu, grinning with a bright smile on his face.

"This is for the care of the new disciples, the spiritual meal is five times as much as usual, just enjoy it, but you kid remember it for me!"

The bright smile was suddenly gloomy, and the three big men turned their faces over at the same time, and the smile was called a twisted and hideous.

"If the three of us find out, you dare to waste food! We'll just stuff you in the trash! When to finish eating, when to let you go! ”

Qin Yu, who was originally feeling the rich aura emanating from the food, found that he had several times more food, and was still very happy, the smile on his face instantly froze when he heard this.

After looking at the plate and hesitating for two seconds, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly but politely.

"Well, Chef, I don't really like to eat turnips............"

"Don't be a picky eater!"

"Yes!"

In the other party's roar, Qin Yu, who was carrying the food, hurriedly ran away.

After running a certain distance, he turned his head to look in the direction of the cafeteria, only to find that one of the chefs was still staring at him, and when he looked at him, he even stretched out his finger and pointed at his eyes and pointed at him fiercely, the meaning was already obvious.

Don't think about not eating turnips! I'm staring at you!

Qin Yu, who was so frightened that he trembled, hurriedly ran out of the distance again, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he couldn't see the cafeteria at all.

And after turning his head to look around, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Now I have the food, but the problem is that I am not familiar with the place, and I have no place to sit.

Sharing a table with someone? No kidding, where is that stranger sharing the table, it is clearly a punishment!

With Qin Yu's character of having to open up five positions with people when he goes to the toilet, how can he be embarrassed to talk to strangers.

After some searching, Qin Yu's eyes suddenly lit up with a sad face, and he suddenly saw an empty table and ran over excitedly.

Really! Heaven will never treat social fear badly!

When there is no way out for social fear, God will always mercifully find him a crack where he can hide, and this time it is not unexpected.

Qin Yu, who had put the food away, rubbed his hands and began to prepare for the feast, completely ignoring the strange expressions on the faces of the people around him after seeing him sitting here.