Zhou Xingyun followed the old madman to the back mountain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe environment here is in stark contrast to the desolation ahead.

As far as the eye can see, there is a valley shrouded in mist. The verdant light that was difficult to conceal in the clouds and mist was a large number of immortal plants exhaling vitality.

The old madman's way of walking is also very special, and he is very impatient to see Zhou Xingyun's slow appearance, but he is a little anxious when he thinks of what Zhou Xingyun said, and his actions are quite funny.

Seeing Zhou Xingyun standing at the mouth of the valley observing the growth of the immortal plant, the old madman finally couldn't help it. Eyes widened. "Come here!" grabbed Zhou Xingyun in the air, shook his hand, and threw him into the valley.

Fenghua chicken is growing well, Zhou Xingyun looked at it, and it weighed more than 20 catties, which belonged to the mature stage. It is the best state to be a fairy chef.

Being able to take care of the valley so full of life, the old madman's ability is really impressive.

Gou Long grass is a bit like lotus leaves, the only difference is that its rhizomes are entangled, like a coiled dragon, the old madman planted Gou Long grass is full of green, endearing.

The stems of fragrant leaves are straight and high, but when you are a fairy chef, only the leaves are taken, which is the essence of fragrant leaves. But this is a nuisance, as its largest leaf is the size of a thumb cap.

But in the eyes of Chef Xian, this tedious process is precisely the most enjoyable process.

Picking, cleaning, and repeating, it was not until the third time that Zhou Xingyun finished preparing the selected Gou Long grass and fragrant leaves.

The appearance of Fenghua chicken is very gorgeous, but the attack power can only be said to be so low that it can't be lower. is obviously a second-grade demon beast, but under the capture of Zhou Xingyun in this Qi refining period, he evaded in a hurry, instead of fighting back to kill this deadly guy behind him.

In the end, the old madman couldn't stand it anymore, and with a wave of his hand, Fenghua Chicken was grabbed by the big hand in the void and put it in front of Zhou Xingyun. I can't tell that this is a madman doing something!

Zhou Xingyun first plucked the hair from Fenghua's neck and took out a white jade bowl. With a flash of his hand, the iconic large kitchen knife appeared in his hand. With a gentle touch, an extremely thin wound appeared, and the pain of that moment also made Feng Huaji's leg kick a few times. However, he couldn't break free from the big hand in the void!

The crimson blood was left from the wound, and it dripped into the jade bowl accurately, and the misty qi rose out of the bowl, which was the result of the volatilization of the vitality in the blood of Fenghua chicken. Once all the vitality overflows, Fenghua's chicken blood will coagulate and become useless waste!

Therefore, the requirements for dealing with Fenghua chicken are fast, accurate, and ruthless!

When the wound stopped bleeding, Zhou Xingyun made a mistake with his right hand and twisted Feng Huaji's neck. This is to prevent the Fenghua chicken, which has lost its blood, from tossing again and causing unnecessary trouble.

Twisting up the fragrant leaves, Zhou Xingyun cast the eye of the vein. The old madman who stood beside Zhou Xingyun and looked at him stupidly had a gleam in his eyes at this moment, and then fell into deep confusion.

Three taels of chicken blood and one money leaf. This is what Zhou Xingyun has mastered, and it can maximize the best ratio of aroma and effect of fragrant leaves. It seems simple, but this is the result of Zhou Xingyun's countless attempts.

This dish called flower chicken is the favorite dish of stinky Taoist priests. I've done it again here, I don't know if it's fate?

Zhou Xingyun's hand speed is very fast. Under the stirring, the thick air at the mouth of the bowl was slowly compressed into the chicken blood! The old madman's pupils shrank when he saw this scene. This, what a trick!

Zhou Xingyun's current method of making immortal chefs is getting faster and faster, and the time is getting shorter and shorter. But time is never skimped in the details. For example, the smear of chicken blood.

Smearing chicken blood all relied on Zhou Xingyun's hands. While smearing, constantly rub the pink and tender chicken body of this Fenghua chicken, so that the vitality in the chicken blood is integrated into the chicken body.

Zhou Xingyun, who is an immortal chef, always gives people a sense of sacredness. At that time, Zhou Xingyun didn't have any disguise, just his pure self!

The old madman's cultivation is amazing, but he still hasn't seen Zhou Xingyun's methods and steps clearly. By the time he reacted, Zhou Xingyun had already smeared yellow mud on the Fenghua chicken wrapped in Gou Long grass!

This step is crucial. If it is thick, it will cause the Fenghua chicken inside to be not fully cooked. If it is thin, it will cause the Fenghua chicken to be burned.

"It's done!" Zhou Xingyun casually threw the big mud ball in his hand into the immortal fire in front of him.

The old madman didn't speak this time, took a deep look at Zhou Xingyun, and then squatted beside the fire with great interest, looking at the mud balls surrounded by fire inside.

The scene fell silent again. No one is talking, or rather not a man of many words is here. Zhou Xingyun is not, and the old madman is not either!

The flower chicken is still being made, and the mountain gate of Jiuxian Mountain is also continuing. At this time, the sun is already setting in the west. The selection was coming to an end, and the figures still holding on to the stone steps became more and more desolate, and their trembling bodies seemed to be about to fall in the next second.

Feng Yue and his party naturally didn't care about this time. But there is still a sigh when I look at the people who still insist. "Average talent, perseverance. It's a pity!"

There is only one day to break through the mountain gate. At this time, most people have already been evaluated, either sad or happy. The convoy parked in the barren mountains also scattered a lot, with good news and sadness. Sikong Liangji and the others who had already passed sat cross-legged in the square above.

Some people are discussing the Nine Immortal Mountains that are about to enter, some people are silent, and some people are looking forward to it. Sikong Liangji looked at the space behind Yingke Mountain, and there was worry in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, brother, how is the situation inside!

Outside the barren mountain, two small figures gradually walked over.

Such a combination is very unusual. The leader is a whitewashed doll. It's just that his head is bare. There are two rows of ring scars on it! The brown Buddha robe fits well, but the Buddha beads on the chest are very large, and they look quite funny! This is a monk, and it is still a small monk!

Behind the little monk was a fat and panting little fat man. The little fat man's face was fat, probably due to the long walking, which caused his legs to tremble.

"Don't eat, don't eat the mage, let's get there!" the little fat man's face kept shaking as he spoke, and he looked very funny.

The little monk looked at the stone steps leading to the sky in front of him, and his eyes narrowed. "Amitabha. Potato. We're finally here!"

The little fat man obviously had a lot of resentment about the name of potato, but thinking of the little monk's methods, he still endured it. He sighed with some emotion, "Whew!

"Amitabha. Let's go!" The monk sang a Buddha horn and walked over.

The potato is bitter in his heart and dry in his mouth. In desperation, he could only drag his fat body and run forward. "Don't eat the mage, wait for me!"