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On the second floor, Sun Yi looked at the chaotic crowd below and frowned slightly.

Most of the True Martial Disciples were cultivating on their own, because they all knew very well that they were lagging behind step by step, and in fact, there were not many people who came to eat, and several other True Martial Disciples were far away from him.

He looked at the young man sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai below, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "Qingyu Change? I was able to use a superficial second-order body method to this point, I didn't expect it."

Alas, it's a pity, I'm afraid that after the big exam, I will be recommended to enter the Tenglong Martial Academy to continue my cultivation, and I won't have a chance to fight such a genius. ”

......

In front of Sun Ang were twenty plates and a large wooden barrel.

The inside of the plate was already empty, regardless of the meat and vegetables, it had been swept away by him. Inside the barrel was rice, which was also about to bottom out.

The whole dining hall was a mess, but there was no sound at this time. Both the children and the cooks looked at him dumbfounded.

Sun Ang didn't expect that once the "gluttony" was launched, it would be so terrifying!

His stomach was incredibly active, digesting as he ate. Even if you take a bite of food, your stomach will be digested before you can say it!

The food on the first floor contains very little beast meat, at most it is Yicheng, and most of it is the leftover materials for the Zhenwu disciples on the second floor, but it can't stop Sun Ang from eating more.

Originally, there were a few self-righteous pot-bellied men who wanted to "compete" with Sun Ang, but later they were all convinced, because they were not at the same level at all.

The sum of those guys is not as much as that of Sun Ang.

There were no more dishes left—all the dishes left on the first floor of the entire dining hall had been eaten by Sun Ang. "Gluttony" makes Sun Ang speechless, no matter what the taste is, he can eat it like a wolf......

He scraped the remaining rice in the bucket with a wooden spoon, and looked up unsatisfied: "Is there anything else?"

The chefs of the canteen were completely speechless: "No, this time it's really gone." ”

Sun Ang pouted: "The family has never deducted your expenses, why do you only cook so little for a meal." Slam the door and be stingy. ”

He dropped the big wooden spoon, touched his still somewhat flat belly, and complained: "I don't even have a full mouth, how can such an ancestral land cultivate excellent family children?"

The cooks almost went up to cover his mouth: "My little ancestor, you can't talk nonsense like this!"

The Sun family attaches great importance to the ancestral land, and even spends tens of thousands of jade dollars every year to buy places from the Tenglong Martial Academy, and send outstanding children to practice in it.

Once the rulers of the family really think that the children have grabbed a seat in the ancestral land and still can't eat, their heads should be moved.

"Do more next time. Sun Ang dropped a sentence and walked out of the dining hall while thinking about where to get some game to fill his stomach.

Several of Sun Ji's subordinates were indignant on the side, and he didn't dare to speak when he was there, and he scolded when he left: "Wine bag and rice bag!"

"That is, there is a rice bucket, what's the use of eating so much? Yuan Li is based on cultivation, not by eating. ”

"Whoever eats more is in a high realm? Waste is always waste!"

The cooks in the cafeteria were even more depressed, if Sun Ang was still the power of the three veins before, he would have been beaten out by them a long time ago. But recently, I heard that this kid suddenly broke through to the power of the six veins, which has attracted Sun Yuanlin's attention, so he can't be lazy.

Under the deliberate rumors and slander of Sun Ji's subordinates, Sun Ang's reputation as a "wine bag and rice bag" had spread a few days later.

......

"I really didn't expect that the Immortal Emperor's heart demon would actually have such an effect!" Sun Ang walked on the road and secretly sighed, under gluttony, his stomach and intestines actually directly transformed the digested food into pure Yuan Force!

If Sun Ji's lackeys knew, I am afraid that all the eyeballs that they want to stare at will fall out.

But this secret, Sun Ang will never show off to anyone.

The effect of eating that meal just now was comparable to that of four hours of his cultivation! And just now he had only eaten for half an hour. In this way, "gluttony" is still above cultivation for the growth of cultivation.

Although Sun Ang hadn't eaten enough, the strength of the beast's qi and blood was lacking, and it was useless to eat. The violent beast is too powerful, even if it is a first-order violent beast, it is equivalent to a martial artist of the Human Race's Life Yuan Realm, and he can't hunt it alone now.

He thought of Sun Ji, who was about to leave the customs, and shook his head and decided to go to practice anyway, enduring hunger - in fact, he was not really hungry.

However, the side effects of "gluttony" were too strong, and Sun Ang was still hungry all the way to the waterfall pool.

But when I sat down and practiced cross-legged for an hour, that feeling gradually faded.

Around the waterhole, the vitality of heaven and earth was extremely rich, Sun Ang ran the Xuanhuang Qi Extraction Decision, released the mental method vortex, rotated up with a diameter of five zhang, and a cluster of lively vitality bubbles integrated into the body, improving rapidly.

In the middle of the afternoon, he got up and practiced martial arts by the pond.

He had completely mastered the herring fish transformation technique, but Sun Ang still felt that he was not skilled enough. There was a pond now, and he jumped into the water and carried it out.

I saw a green shadow drilling around in the water like a big fish, flexible and obedient to the water potential, and there was not even a trace of waves on the water surface.

In the evening, he was so hungry that he hurried to the canteen for a big meal—the chefs had prepared three buckets of rice and dozens of plates of dishes for him.

However, after Sun Ang ate it, he found that the effect was the same as that at noon. Although the amount of food has increased, among these foods, the violent beast meat, spirit vegetables, and spirit rice that are really helpful to Sun Ang's cultivation are still those amounts, and more ordinary ingredients have been added.

Sun Ang was disappointed.

When the chefs saw his disappointed look, they sneered: "If you want to eat high-grade ingredients, then you have to have the ability to go to the next level!"

Sun Ang was silent, his current strength was insufficient, and it was meaningless to use his tongue in vain.

But he wanted to forbear, but someone didn't let him go, and on the second floor, he suddenly wore a harsh voice: "With a straw rice bucket like him, I won't have a chance to go upstairs in my life!"

As soon as Sun Ang looked up, a person on the second floor was dressed in black, his face was pale as a ghost, one hand was pressed on the railing, the other hand was behind his back, the folding fan in the winter was ajar, and he looked lonely and cold.

"It's Sun Yun! I heard that he is already a cultivator at the peak of the power of the seven veins, and he may step into the power of the eight veins at any time. ”

"The true martial disciples have come forward, and Sun Ang can't be arrogant in the face of him. ”

The disciples on one side whispered, and Sun Ji's lackeys were even more excited, secretly clenching their fists, expecting Sun Yun to come down and teach Sun Ang a hard lesson.

Sun Yun was not from the Anhuai Sun clan, but a descendant of the Sun branch in Wulong County, a neighboring county.

He and Sun Ang didn't have any holidays before, but Sun Ang remembered that when he went home this time, his father had mentioned that the uncle was cooperating with the Wulong Sun family on a business, presumably because the Wulong Sun family wanted to curry favor with the uncle Sun Yuanshan, so Sun Yun would take the opportunity to attack himself.

Sun Yun really didn't disappoint those lackeys, walked down step by step, and came to Sun Ang with a natural oppressive momentum, snapped the fan and closed it, like a sharp sword, pointing directly at Sun Ang's face: "Rice bucket! It's you who scold, are you not convinced? You are destined to have no hope in this life, as long as I am here, I can suppress you forever and make you unable to get ahead!"

"It's a third-order martial art Soul Piercing Sword!" Someone recognized Sun Yun's posture of holding a folding fan and pointing at Sun Ang, which was a clever swordsmanship.

Even in the ancestral land, third-order martial arts are very precious, and only true martial disciples can practice.

Although Sun Yun only had a folding fan in his hand, he had been studying the Soul Piercing Sword for a year, and even if it was a dead branch, he could still display the essence of swordsmanship.

Therefore, everyone knows that Sun Ang, who is pointed to by Sun Yun's folding fan, must be under tremendous sword pressure.

The cold sweat on Sun Ang's forehead gradually seeped out. The peak of the power of the seven veins, the third-order martial arts, maybe these two alone, can put pressure on him, but it is definitely not terrifying.

However, when the two are combined, it is amazing.

Sun Yun is not Sun Ji, he has been a true martial disciple for a whole year!

Under the tremendous pressure, Sun Ang's feet sank violently, crushing the wooden floor.

A sneering smile appeared on Sun Yun's face: "How is it, now you understand the gap between you and the real genius, right?"

Sun Ang gritted his teeth fiercely, stared at Sun Yun and said word by word: "Do you dare to accept my challenge? In the year-end exam, I will become a true martial artist and climb to the second floor to grab your seat!"

There were only twenty seats on the second floor, and there were more than twenty True Martial Disciples in the ancestral land. It's just that most of the True Martial Arts disciples are addicted to cultivation, and there are fewer people coming to eat, so it seems that there are always empty seats on the second floor.

And Sun Ang made it clear that when he climbed to the second floor, he would grab his seat, making it clear that he would have an undying grudge with him!

Sun Yun laughed: "The straw rice bucket is beyond its own strength!"

Sun Ang questioned him, "Do you dare?"

Sun Yunmeng folded the fan: "Okay, I'm waiting on the second floor, if you are not qualified to come up, then I can only come down and teach you a lesson, hahaha!"

He laughed and went upstairs, and when he reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly turned around again and looked at all the ordinary children condescendingly: "Whoever can help me solve this trouble in advance, I will accept him as a follower." ”

Everyone understands the difference between followers and lackeys, just like there are so many people around Sun Ji, and the only follower of the real heir of Sun is Sun Hai.

And Sun Yun's status is obviously higher than Sun Ji, and the opportunity to become his follower is very valuable.

He just said a simple sentence, and there were already more than a dozen malicious eyes shot at Sun Ang. Sun Yun stood on the stairs, taking in the changes below, and couldn't help but laugh proudly.

(Regarding the update time, I try to make the first update around 9 o'clock in the morning, the second update at half past twelve at noon, and the third update at about 6 o'clock in the evening.) The new book period can basically achieve three updates a day, if there is an additional update, the time is uncertain. Plus ...... It's worth looking forward to!)