"Heaven-level product!"

Ye Qing heard them scream like this, but Ye Qing really couldn't see how good this fritter was, and even in Ye Qing's aesthetics, this fritter was even a little ugly, because this fritter was not very symmetrical, and both ends were a little warped, like a donkey whip, not very elegant.

Zhu Bajie made a move, and the fritters that were still rolling in the oil pot flew directly into Zhu Bajie's hands, and Zhu Bajie didn't care that it had just flown out of the oil pot, so he couldn't wait to eat it. Obviously, Zhu Bajie is in a hurry to identify whether this fritter that looks like a heaven-level product is worthy of its name.

In addition to Ye Qing, the other four pig demons also stared at Zhu Bajie with wide eyes, as if this heaven-level first-grade fritters were amazing.

Zhu Bajie took the first bite, and then swallowed the rest of the fritters in a second. When Ye Qing was about to blow up the next one, he suddenly felt that he was tight, it turned out that he was hugged by Zhu Bajie, although Ye Qing knew that Zhu Bajie had no malicious intentions, this was just a way for Zhu Bajie to express his inner excitement. However, Zhu Bajie's mouth, which has not brushed his teeth for a thousand years, is really too stinky.

Ye Qing held his breath, wanting to break free from Zhu Bajie's enthusiastic embrace, but unfortunately the gap with Zhu Bajie's cultivation was there, and it was absolutely impossible to break free.

Fortunately, Zhu Bajie hugged it and let go, after all, no matter how excited Zhu Bajie was, he couldn't just hold Ye Qing all the time.

The four villains already knew from Zhu Bajie's reaction, it was really a heaven-level fritters. That's just the right thing for the Tsukiji monks to eat!

According to the number of fans that can be integrated, fritters are divided into god-level, heaven-level and mortal-level. Each level has ten grades. What grade of fritters can be fried, you will be awarded what level of fritters you are.

The fritter masters corresponding to the god, heaven and mortal levels are gods, masters and technicians respectively. According to the heaven-level first-grade fritters that Ye Qing just fried, Ye Qing is already a master of fritters.

This heaven-level first-grade fritter containing one fan value could have contained eleven fan values, although Ye Qing was very cautious and only scored one fan value. But this does not change the fact that fritters are a heaven-level first product, Zhu Bajie has fried fritters for nearly a thousand years, and the best results are only mortal-level ten grades. Don't look at the fact that it's just a fan value, these are two big levels, and it's a gap that can't be crossed at all, anyway, Zhu Bajie hasn't advanced to the master of fritters for a thousand years.

At the strong request of those five pig demons. Ye Qing put eleven fans worth. It was injected into the next fritter blank, and Ye Qing was ready to escape, in case the fryer was not hot.

Ye Qing feels so funny now, because Ye Qing actually remembered the scene of setting off firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve in his childhood under the strict gaze of those five pig demons, and at that time he liked to disassemble the whole plate of firecrackers and release them one by one. Click, shake a match. Then go and light a lonely artillery battle, and if you light it, it will explode. If you are excited, you will naturally not fry it, and Ye Qing's mood of throwing the fritter blank into the tumbling oil pot now is the same as the mood of setting off the cannon when he was a child.

Heaven-level second grade!

Zhu Bajie and those pig demons are going crazy, is there any mistake, the speed of this progress is too exaggerated, just now it was fried out of the heaven-level first-grade fritters, this second root turned out to be the heaven-level second-grade, what about the third one?

This fritter was eaten by Zhu Bajie again, and the saliva of the four pig demons who saw it was about to flow out, this is just the right fritter for the foundation building period, and it was too wasteful to be eaten as a snack by this great monk in the late Yuan Infant period. However, the four wicked people were lucky enough to leave their lives, so naturally they didn't dare to ask the great monk in the late Yuan Infant period what kind of fritters they wanted.

Ye Qing naturally began to fry the next one again, since he had already reached the second grade of the heavenly level, then this time Ye Qing was not polite, and directly injected twelve vermicelli points into the fritter blank, and then casually threw the fritter blank into the tumbling oil pot like a real master.

Shock, continue to shock!

Heaven-level three products!

......

Zhu Bajie ate a heaven-level nine-grade fritter containing eighteen vermicelli values in one bite, and Ye Qing began to fry the next fritter step by step as usual.

Ye Qing injected twenty vermicelli points into the fritter blank, according to Ye Qing's progress speed, this time it should be able to blow up a heaven-level ten-grade fritters, and nine successes in a row, the onlookers are used to shock, even if Ye Qing can blow up a heaven-level ten-grade fritters, everyone will not have too much shock, and now these five pig demons are already shocked and tired. Unless Ye Qing can blow up god-level fritters, then it will no longer be shocked, but crazy.

Because the heaven-level fritters are still eaten by the Jiedan monks, and once they reach the god level, they can be eaten by the Yuanying monks, and the fritters above the fifth grade of the god level can even be eaten by the god monks, and it will make people crazy just thinking about it!

Zhu Bajie directly beckoned, and swallowed the fritters in the oil pot, habit, this is the habit, nine successful experiences, so that Zhu Bajie, a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period, did not go to the inspection carefully, so he ate it.

Rumble!

What sound?

The bald man asked, looking left and right.

As the only woman here, the female Zhu Bajie is naturally more careful, and she found out that the sound came from Zhu Bajie's stomach a second earlier than the others.

That's right, the tenth fritter swallowed by Zhu Bajie was fried, Ye Qing's limit was the heaven-level nine-grade, although this was already an incredible achievement, but everyone was still a little disappointed, because the heaven-level nine-grade, or even the heaven-level ten-grade, although it is commendable, it can be seen, after all, it is a fritter for the Dan period, and it will not be fried at a sky-high price.

But god-level fritters are different, even if they are the worst god-level fritters, they are also priceless and market-free, this kind of fritters can not only be used for the cultivation of monks in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but also has a great effect, that is, when preparing to marry a baby in the later stage of the Yudan, if you can prepare a fritter of such a god-level one-grade fritter, it can increase the probability of getting a baby, do you say that such a fritter will be priceless!

And the gods who can fry god-level fritters are all enshrined by the entire continent, there are too many fritter masters, and they can't cross the level of the god master in their lifetime, like Zhu Bajie has used nearly a thousand years, and he can't advance from the fritter technician to the churro master, but the gap between the fritter master and the fritter master is at least a hundred times more difficult.

Ye Qing saw that these pig demons were completely no longer excited, and he was a little lost in his heart, it seemed that he would be addicted to being shocked by others. Since his skills are not so earth-shattering, he has to continue to work hard, and the feeling of being shocked by others is really wonderful!

After all, Zhu Bajie is a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and the explosion of a heaven-level ten-grade fritters suitable for taking during the Dan period will naturally not disembowel him, but Zhu Bajie's face is depressed and annoyed, and the four pig demons are naturally holding their breath, lest they touch the moldy head.

Burst......

Hahaha......

The four pig demons all covered their mouths, but Ye Qing laughed unscrupulously, this Zhu Bajie is so funny, the fritters of the heaven-level ten grades exploded in the stomach, and it was okay with a fart, listening to this strict monk in the late Yuan Infant period, Ye Qing really couldn't help laughing!

Zhu Bajie took a long breath comfortably and said, "What are you laughing at, stinky boy, if you eat that fritter just now, I'm afraid it will be wiped out." Then fry it, first blow up a heaven-level nine-grade fritter to show the old man!"

Ye Qing naturally knew what Zhu Bajie's so-called complete heaven-level nine-grade fritters meant, that is, honestly injected nineteen vermicelli values into the fritter blank, and fried a fritter whose vermicelli value matched the fritter level.

The heaven-level nine-grade fritters, naturally Ye Qing couldn't help it, Zhu Bajie waited quietly for ten minutes, seeing that the perfect heaven-level nine-grade fritters did not explode, and then he ate it again. (To be continued......)