Seeing that Zhao Xifeng's figure was not stopping, walking slowly, Cao Xiyun smiled slightly, put his finger to his lips, made a silent gesture to everyone, stepped forward, gently pulled Zhao Xifeng's left arm, brought it back to the pot, and pressed his shoulder to make him sit down.

"Everyone try to be as quiet as possible, Xiao Zhao is settled. Cao Xiyun smiled at the corner of his mouth and nodded to everyone.

Everyone was amazed.

Divine concentration is a wonderful state, and a practitioner who has been immersed in the primordial spiritual perception for a long time will enter the so-called divine concentration.

As for the two reasons for everyone's surprise, one is that this state usually only appears in the great cultivators, the reason is also very simple, young monks often have mixed minds, although they are out of agility, but they also lack the ability to focus for a long time, a few people who can be determined by the young gods, and later become the masters of the world's civilization, the most recent world-known genius figure, is the young spirit monk of Gucha Temple, known as the little Maitreya, heard that his first feeling when he was seven years old, he set his mind for seven days and seven nights, after opening his eyes, he has already taken care of the body.

Second, for the sake of safety, great cultivators will choose to retreat before the divine determination, because once they enter this state, except for the divine thoughts that run like a storm in the sea of consciousness, all other perceptions of the outside world are reduced to a minimum, and even if their lives are threatened, they may not be able to get out of the state of divine concentration.

But for Zhao Xifeng, he unconsciously entered the divine concentration, and he did not plan to do so in advance, so he was surrounded by credible people, and Cao Xiyun was beside him, so there was no need to worry about safety.

Dong Erpang pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice: "This guy just loves to be in the limelight." ”

Having said that, Dong Erpang looked at Zhao Xifeng who bowed his head and pondered, and seriously still had six points of envy and four points of relief, everyone knew how much resistance Zhao Xifeng would face to save his father after entering Beijing this time.

So, everyone sitting around the soup pot, including Zhong Li, ate silently without saying a word, for fear of destroying Zhao Xifeng's hard-won opportunity.

Of course, for all this, Zhao Xifeng was unconscious, just numbly took the chopsticks handed to him by Cao Xiyun, held a small bowl in his hand, and fished meat from the pot for a while.

After a while, Gu Qingyuan smiled softly and whispered to Sun Wenzhen beside him: "Although Xifeng's divine sense is in the sword comprehension, he still knows the deliciousness of your broth. ”

A few people looked up in amazement, only to see Zhao Xifeng falling chopsticks like the wind silently, and unconsciously scooped most of the meat slices into his own bowl, swallowed them, and now the rest of the pot is wild vegetables, only the last piece of poor cured meat is still floating in it, a little red in the green bushes, very conspicuous.

Seeing this, Sun Wenzhen smiled and said with a smile: "He has worked hard to understand the sword recently, and he should eat more, I will put more meat tomorrow, anyway, I will go to Shengjing soon, and I will not feel distressed when these stocks are eaten." ”

Now Dong Er's fat is gone, after a day of boring and penance, the only thing he is looking forward to is this dinner, who knows that before he has eaten a few bites, there is only a wild vegetable soup base, why! So he stretched out his chopsticks and sandwiched the last piece of cured meat, and at this moment, Zhao Xifeng's chopsticks also arrived at the same time.

Two pairs of chopsticks were clamped at both ends of the marinated meat at the same time, and no one refused to let go, and they were frozen in mid-air.

Dong Erpang snorted lightly, and used the fixed word in the turtle Zhao Gong, the wooden chopsticks in his hand were like two old pines next to each other, and the cured meat was immediately as hard as iron, no matter how hard Zhao Xifeng tried, he couldn't shake half a point.

Zhao Xifeng, who was in the middle of the gods, frowned, said "um" lightly, and gently withdrew his hand.

However, before Dong Erfeng could be proud, Zhao Xifeng's chopsticks slowly trembled and re-clicked after retreating slightly.

Looking at Zhao Xifeng's shaking hands, Dong Erfat was like a great enemy, and a faint golden light flashed on the chopsticks on the marinated meat slices, and the golden light spread upwards until it covered the entire right arm of Erfat, like the golden body of the Buddha in the Buddhist temple, solemn and indestructible.

Zhao Xifeng's chopsticks were still slowly and trembling and slowly moving forward, only this time the target was no longer cured meat, but the chopsticks in Dong Erfat's hand, which were as steady as old pines, like a stupid thief who had stolen for the first time, trembling and touching into the monk's temple.

The trembling tips of the chopsticks kept clicking in the pale golden light at an extremely fast frequency, and the pot emitted a metallic tremor sound, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, like the afterglow after the lonely bell of the cold temple at night.

Dong Erfat's face facing the firelight, gradually flashed a burst of blue and red, and felt that the chopsticks in his hand came with a crispy and numb first feeling, as if the strange tremor in Zhao Xifeng's hand gradually spread to his tiger's mouth along the wooden chopsticks, bringing a burst of electric tingling, so that he couldn't help but want to let go, the chopsticks that were originally as stable as old pine, suddenly turned into two giant pythons, twisting around, just wanting to get out of his control, the cured meat slices also began to shake sharply, the soup splashed, and it looked like it was about to fall back into the pot.

Knowing that he would undoubtedly lose if he continued like this, Dong Erfat couldn't care about anything else, gritted his teeth fiercely, pressed down with his right hand suddenly, and used his whole body to exert his strength, and the Dingzi Recipe and the Zhenzi Recipe were used together, pressing the meat slices back into the pot and pressing them into the soup!

At this moment, the second fat arm finally stopped trembling, no matter how Zhao Xifeng clicked, he didn't move like a mountain!

At the same time, Sun Wenzhen saw the golden light on Dong Erfat's body, and secretly screamed in her heart, how could this ordinary iron pot withstand the Yuan Spirits of the two desirable monks, so she hurriedly stepped forward with both hands, dragging the hot bottom of the pot, and the peaceful vitality was output in it for a while, keeping the iron pot from frying.

Dong Erpang saw that Zhao Xifeng had nothing to do, hehe, smiled, slapped his face close to the iron pot, and prepared to put the meat slices in his mouth, who knew that the abnormal change would rise again!

Looking up, Gu Qingyuan lightly tapped a pair of chopsticks on the edge of the iron pot, smiled at the second fat, and said, "You have all eaten so much, why don't you give me the last bite?"

"Dream!" Dong Erfat gritted his teeth and whispered, and the golden light rose again!

Gu Qingyuan smiled leisurely, the swirling soup rolled upward, turning into a thin water dragon, walking upstream and winding along Dong Er's fat chopsticks, wrapping the pickled meat into a ball, and pulling it outward!

"Qingyuan, do you want to compete with the master?" Dong Erpang asked with a smile.

Gu Qingyuan also smiled and asked, "Are you afraid?"

So, the two sides stopped talking, each of them used their own skills, the water dragon and the golden chopsticks were left at the same time, Sun Wenzhen had no choice but to urge his skills to the extreme, and the iron pot was not damaged, after all, he would have to rely on this guy to eat in the next few days!

Just when the three of them were undecided, Zhao Xifeng took the chopsticks back in front of him, stared at the tip of the chopsticks for a long time, and slid forward casually, the move was mediocre, and the speed was not too fast, as if he was just throwing off the juice on the chopsticks, and he couldn't see any mystery, but Zhong Li and Cao Xiyun raised their heads at the same time, one nodded lightly, and the other was full of relief.

The water dragon is slashed.

The golden chopsticks broke.

The iron pot is worn at the bottom.

A piece of cured meat falls like a snowflake in the dirt.