[You have consumed 100,0000 experience, and you have successfully transferred to the Master of Medicinal Diet.] 】

[You have obtained the Medicinal Diet Grandmaster Advanced Quest.] 】

[Task description: The founding of a sect is for the grandmaster, the teacher of a sect, who should have the momentum to change the world and the ability to preach the world.

Requirements: Help ten martial arts grandmasters break through to become great grandmasters!]

"Huh!"

Jiang Ping closed the panel information prompt expressionlessly.

Sure enough, nothing has changed.

This is a hurdle that must be crossed from a master to a grandmaster.

If it is done, it is admired by everyone, everyone has to hold you, and a sentence of 'give me a face' is enough to run rampant in the world.

If it doesn't work......

Of course, that's pretty good.

Otherwise, Jiang Ping bothered to complete the task and did nothing.

It's just that the influence is far less than that of the Medicinal Diet Grandmaster, so to speak, ten Medicinal Diet Masters are not as good as one Medicinal Diet Grandmaster.

As mentioned earlier, medicinal dieters can be regarded as variants of alchemists, and they can achieve the same effect as pills.

But this path started with the master of medicinal diet, and it went to a fork.

Every master of medicinal diet must be a master chef, and the food he cooks must be the best in the world.

Why there is such a requirement, we have to talk about the grading of medicinal diets.

According to the degree of preciousness, medicinal diet can be divided into four grades: sacred, spiritual, precious and treasured.

Treasure Level 2 is considered the foundation, Jiang Ping casually used experience points to combine the formula, and then used experience points to cross the level.

You can start with a spirit-level medicinal diet, and you must be shot by a medicinal diet master.

Its preciousness lies in the fact that it can specifically enhance the martial arts artistic conception of the grandmaster and martial artist.

For example, the [Eight Treasure Ayu] dish just now is water and ice, as long as you find the right prescription, once the two are fused, it will be a master-level medicinal food.

Nine times out of ten, its effect is to help the Grandmaster Martial Artist strengthen the artistic conception of water and ice.

From the taste to the Tao, the beauty of the food touches the spirit of the warrior, and then strengthens the spiritual conception with the help of the medicinal power in the medicinal diet.

That's the horror of a cook.

If any family can support a medicinal diet master, the probability of having a great master in the family is enough to increase by three percent.

In Jiang Ping's previous life, he was able to make friends everywhere, by virtue of the connections accumulated day after day.

No one dares to guess how many fathers are standing behind a medicinal diet master.

The reason why Jiang Ping was able to take out the Five Great Grandmaster talismans to persuade him was because he helped the Grandmaster Martial Artist break through the number of Great Grandmasters to exceed five.

If you move him, you will provoke more than five great grandmasters, and I don't know how many peak-level grandmasters.

Naturally, wherever you go, you have to give face.

In addition to those forces themselves, they are also afraid of the connections behind Jiang Ping.

This is also the most fundamental reason why Jiang Ping is not good at fighting, and likes to hug his thighs and become a habit after crossing over.

It's really a good habit that I developed in my last life.

Of course, in a way, he is also the thigh of those warriors.

It's a pity that once crossed, all the accumulated connections turned into nothing.

Otherwise, he sent a summoning order from the handsome chef, and the people on the side didn't dare to say that there were at least three or more great grandmasters who came to help the farm.

What kind of third prince, dare to mess with me, I beat you like a dog!

Jiang Ping couldn't help but sigh and sigh.

However, it is a little comforting that he now at least knows which grandmasters have the potential to break through the great grandmasters, and he can sit back and wait for the leeks to be cut after feeding him two bites of food.

There is no need to serve with good food and drink like in his previous life, but as a result, he is the same as giving birth to a child, he keeps saying that it hurts, but he just doesn't give birth.

It's like buying a scratch ticket, others rely on luck, invest hugely, and finally win a consolation prize. He relied on cheating, scratching one accurate, Zhang Zhang's first prize, and the second prize were not seen.

For example, Lao Qiu, who is now competing with Fulong for a fishtail, is the No. 1 tool man.

When you think about it, it's not as difficult to complete the task as you think.

If you become a master of medicinal diet and be able to make holy medicinal food, wouldn't you really become the owner of the face fruit?

Thinking about it, Jiang Ping looked at Qiu Daoyu and smirked.

"Childe seems to be interested in you, look how lascivious he laughs. ”

Fu Long was at a stalemate with Qiu Daoyu for a fishtail, and after seeing Jiang Ping's laughter, he reminded in a low voice.

"How is that possible?"

Qiu Daoyu is still self-aware:

"I'm a bad old man, and I'm not even interested in my own hands, and the son likes women, big beauties with big breasts, thin waists and long legs. ”

But after seeing Jiang Ping's smile, he was full of excitement, his hands lost his proportion, and the last fish tail was snatched by Fu Long.

"Am I really going to be late?"

"Cool!"

Fu Long pulled out the fish tail bone from his mouth without a trace of flesh, and even the cat would cry when he saw it, and sneered at Qiu Daoyu, who was suffering from gains and losses:

"You're so beautiful, even if you like me, you won't look down on you, at least my ass is very big, soft and elastic. ”

As he spoke, he also patted his big fart, and twisted it by the way.

"Huh, why is it dark?"

Fu Long muttered, and when he looked overhead, he saw black snow floating in the sky, and he suddenly became agitated, and howled:

"Childe, help!"

At this moment, Fu Long showed a speed far beyond his size, and hid behind Jiang Ping with lightning speed, and then stretched out a head and said:

"Just talk, you can make a big move as soon as you come, I can tell you, I'm rich enough to give face to my son, otherwise ......"

"Otherwise?"

It's the second time that Qiu Daoyu wants to hack a slut to death.

Well, the first time was Jiang Ping.

Fu Long said proudly: "Otherwise, I would have run away a long time ago, do you think that my title of a beautiful man in the wind is in vain?"

The sky is clear again.

Qiu Daoyu said weakly: "I finally know why Gongzi wants to save you." ”

"Why?"

"Because your lowly Taoist master is out of the same family, the old man is far behind. ”

Qiu Daoyu turned around and walked back to the house lonely:

"You don't need to call me for dinner tonight, I want to be quiet. ”

Fu Long touched his head and said suspiciously, "But I don't know how to use a sword." ”

Seeing Lao Qiu return to the house, Jiang Ping turned his head and his face became serious: "Fulong." ”

Fu Long immediately shouted: "Childe, I was just joking with him, how could you fall in love with him, this old man won't think about it himself." ”

Jiang Ping said with a dark face: "...... It's not this, don't forget what you promised me, otherwise, the news that the alternate Holy Son of the dignified Demon Gate Mending Heaven is here with me, I'm afraid that one day I will say something in my sleep. ”

Fu Long immediately pulled up his face: "No, no, Childe, I've been rich and someone has been messing with you for so long, you say sell it, don't your conscience hurt?"

Your heart doesn't hurt, but my heart hurts, I didn't expect that the gentleman in my heart, the talented son, would threaten me with such a poor and helpless little fat man for his own ulterior purposes......"

"Okay, okay, I'll do what Childe says, but don't forget to promise me something.

Can that pervert really let me go?

Made, I'm rich and someone who is also a future star of the Holy Gate, but since I met him, I haven't had a good time.

I knew I should have killed him in the first place, and I wouldn't have to hide miserably now. ”

Fu Long picked up a handful of bitter tears, looking so pitiful and pitiful.

Jiang Ping's eyes showed nostalgia, and the corners of his mouth outlined a light smile:

"I may not be sure about others, but I have confidence in him. ”

As he spoke, he patted Fulong's shoulder:

"Don't worry, for the sake of my son's face, how many twenty catties of meat are on top, so if you eat more and eat fat, it won't be so painful. ”