Chapter 108: Cocoon of Flames
Song Yu looked at the three people from Daoxuanfeng entering the door and said with a smile: "Daoist Master Su came here very early today." "
There are new dishes, so I had to come."
Su Xianlong's voice was still childish. , even with a hint of milky voice, but with an old-fashioned demeanor.
He took out a crystal clear jade-like stone and handed it to Song Yu.
"The essence of life is worth 90 silver coins." Song Yu said in surprise.
This life essence is only the size of a fingernail. If it were larger, it might be exchanged for gold coins.
I didn't expect Su Xianlong to have such a good thing.
After a brief moment of shock, everyone around them finally came to their senses.
They dispersed with a crash, seemingly shocked by the identities of the three of them.
"Is he the mysterious senior brother of Daoxuan Peak?"
"I feel that Qiongdan Divine Cast is more mysterious. She has produced many high-level magic weapons in the world of cultivation, but this is the first time I have seen her in person."
"It's a feast for the eyes today, I'm afraid all kinds of powerful people can see it."
They can indeed see it, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism can see it, casual cultivators can see it, and even some more evil masters can see it.
For example, the two brothers Qin Long and Qin Hu.
The two of them had a ghostly aura about them, but when they entered the store, their auras of peak spirituality made others dare not say anything.
Song Yu brought Kung Pao chicken and nine-turn large intestine to Su Xianlong.
Then I saw him looking directly to the side.
Han Qinglong and Dahei shouted in unison.
"Master..."
"Woof woof..."
"Dahei, you eat the nine-turn large intestine, Han Qinglong, you eat Kung Pao chicken." Han Qinglong
and Dahei were stunned at the same time, as if they did not expect that Su Xianlong would cook this dish. Bronze level and a silver level dish were given to his two apprentices.
The nine-turn large intestine costs twenty bronze coins, but this Kung Pao Chicken is worth forty-seven silver coins.
Han Qinglong looked at Su Xianlong: "Master, this is too expensive."
Su Xianlong scolded: "You can eat it if you are told. This little thing will not make me bankrupt. If you don't eat it, I will let Dahei eat it. "
Han Qinglong said quickly: "I'll eat, I'll eat."
Dahei had already squatted on the chair and started eating the nine-turn large intestine.
It doesn't care whether Kung Pao Chicken is more expensive or valuable, but since the master has said it, just start eating it and it's over. It's not as pretentious as Han Qinglong.
"You're not very clever yet." Su Xianlong couldn't help but said, making Han Qinglong's face darken.
Song Yu watched this scene from the side, feeling somewhat familiar for some reason, and felt secretly happy in his heart.
If you have any backbone, don't eat it.
"Master."
Lan Ning said hello to her master.
Everyone was stunned.
Unexpectedly, this pretty little clerk turned out to be a disciple of Fairy Qiong, the God of Qiongdan, and a third-generation disciple of Daoxuan Peak.
If the clerk adds this identity, this little girl will take off.
Everyone was envious, even more envious than when they saw Han Qinglong eating the Kung Pao Chicken.
Becoming a third-generation disciple of Daoxuan Peak is worth more than two or three Kung Pao chickens.
"Disciple, don't worry, these are not suitable for you, and I see that the aura in your body is unstable. In the past few days, you have to practice more diligently."
Fairy Qiong said.
She has no shortage of resources and is even a little richer than Su Xianlong.
But after all, she was also a peak spiritual monk, and she could see at a glance the fluctuating mana in her disciple's body, which was a sign that too much heaven and earth energy had been taken in in a short period of time without being digested.
With her own advice, she would not be stupid enough to practice randomly. It should be caused by eating the overtime meal given by Song Yu as she said.
Even if the level of the overtime meal was only one to two thousand points as she said, it was enough to give her indigestion after three days.
"Master, I have been practicing hard." Lan Ning said with a bitter face. She was really practicing besides going to work.
"Then work harder, and I will teach you a skill later to help you practice."
Fairy Qiong warned, focusing on Dahei and Han Qinglong.
Not to mention them, everyone present stared at Han Qinglong and Dahei at the same time.
Dahei ate the nine-turn large intestine and fell into a state of cultivation on the spot. His aura was rising steadily, and he had reached the limit of a small demon. He was about to break through to a big demon and become a demon on the same level as a fierce ghost.
After advancing to another level, the spirit demon will be able to transform.
Time passed by, but everyone was not in a hurry and looked at Han Qinglong who was practicing.
Song Yu said: "Master Su, do you want me to help shield his body?" "
No, growing a pair of wings is not a big deal."
Su Xianlong waved his hand casually, but many people were itching with hatred.
What he said was so stinky, as if he was saying that it was just 47 silver coins, thrown out casually, not worth much.
More than half an hour later, in front of everyone's attention, Han Qinglong's aura surged, and a very conspicuous mana condensed behind him.
Song Yu could clearly sense it, not to mention there were many spiritual masters present.
Subsequently, this mana continued to condense, and finally reached a limit.
Boom...
a blazing wave of air spurted out in all directions, accompanied by red flames with a hint of light blue exploding all over the body.
Everyone in the store was shocked and all retreated. Only Su Xianlong and other experts stared attentively, without fear of the flames.
Song Yu waved his hand to let the flames dissipate without hurting anyone else.
But this move shocked many practitioners who were unfamiliar with Song Yu.
Silent and without any fluctuation of mana.
This is what shocked them.
Just when they thought Han Qinglong was about to condense his wings, they saw the flames remaining around him suddenly condense and wrap around his body.
The temperature in the store increased, causing many people to subconsciously use their magic power to resist.
Seeing that everyone could not bear it anymore, Song Yu did not take action.
Xia Tian looked at the door eagerly.
The store has been surrounded by layers of layers.
The people at the front were obviously the ones with the highest cultivation levels.
After that, it gradually decreases.
This seems to be the default rule in the spiritual world. It is not deliberate, it is completely subconscious.
Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Han Qinglong did not condense his wings. Instead, he was completely wrapped by the flames, forming a flaming dome.
"What is going on?"
someone asked curiously, and everyone looked at Song Yu in unison.
Song Yu spread his hands and said, "You'll know after you read it."
Jian Xunxian thought for a while and said, "We should first make a cocoon to give birth to wings, which can be used as a reference to the effect of breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly."
Su Xianlong nodded: "It's still senior brother . Erudite, that's what I think too."
Fairy Qiong said: "Me too."
Everyone: ...
If other people said it, they would just think that this person is pretending to be knowledgeable.
But with the status of these three people, their cultivation level.
Everyone has only one idea.
The top students saw the same thing, while the bad students looked confused.
It took another half an hour before everyone saw the change in the flame cocoon, and anticipation appeared in their eyes again.
Song Yu secretly sighed, they are indeed cultivators, their patience is strong enough.
Anyway, he couldn't wait any longer. After watching it for a while, he has been studying new dishes.
There are still a lot of ingredients, and a lot of bronze-level dishes can be made.
Han Qinglong's movements gradually became louder, and waves of fire exploded.
Song Yu was already prepared and raised his hand to stop him.
But many of those with weak cultivation were still pushed back by the impact.
The flame cocoon exploded completely, and in the scorching heat, Han Qinglong's figure appeared, suspended in mid-air.
(End of chapter)