"Crash"

Leng Ran twisted his body slightly, took off his wet clothes, and then carefully observed the liquid in the barrel.

This is a light green liquid with a scent of fragrance, which seems to be the juice of some kind of herb, but it was diluted. I think the four old men were worried that the medicinal properties would hurt him.

Leng Ran soaked in the wooden barrel for about half an hour, and felt a faint numbness all over her body. She was very relaxed, as if she was sleeping when the sun was just right, and her body and mind were comfortable.

"Ticaca"

There were slight skeleton sounds, from the bones of his right arm. It was originally severely injured by Yu Kang, but although it seemed to have recovered on the surface, there were hidden injuries. Now that secret injuries seem to have been removed and the arms are full of strength.

"With my current strength, if I give a full punch, I will probably kill a cow."

Cold Ran was amazed at the tongue. The herbal juice in the wooden barrel seemed clear and not very pure, but it was extraordinary, which quietly improved his physical strength. This effect was not just because of the preciousness of medicinal materials. In fact, these medicinal materials could not be compared with those he had eaten in the past, but were better than "prescribed the right medicine".

“What suits you is the best.”

Smiling coldly, he truly felt his own changes. His bones were making crisp sounds, and waves of heat were rising all over his body, and he seemed to have grown a little taller without realizing it.

Just as he continued to realize this change, the door of the house opened wide and a piece of clothes was thrown in, and then the voice of Mr. Liu urging him rang out.

"How long have you been soaking slowly? I haven't come out to learn how to cook. We are still waiting for you to live in the evening!"

"Ah, here we come." Leng Ran agreed loudly, changed his clothes and walked out of the cottage.

Outside the house, the four old men were already a little impatient to wait. As soon as they saw Leng Ran walk out, they took him to the kitchen.

The kitchen is very wide, comparable to the size of several houses. If it weren't for the pile of all kinds of strange beasts, no one could guess where it was, but even so, Leng Ran was a little confused.

Is there anyone who treats strange beasts as chickens and piles them in large iron cages at will?

At this moment, various strange beasts such as tigers, leopards, jackals, bears, lions, dogs, and rabbits are crowded in an iron cage. It seems that although these old people are carnivorous animals, they still need to pay attention to nutritional matching. Perhaps they want to change their taste.

Leng Ran frowned, looking at the strange beasts crowded tightly in the cages, the corners of his mouth twitched. Now the strange beasts are not at ease, and they can't help twisting their bodies and want to squeeze out the iron cages. Some strange beasts even have fierce eyes and want to spread their sharp fingers and claws to destroy them, but they are not successful. There is a ray of light flowing on the cages, which seems to be mysterious tools. They are not damaged at all under the destruction of the strange beasts, and even ripples, blocking the angry roar of the strange beasts.

There is a strange scene in this scene. The strange beasts keep fighting and biting, but no sound comes out. Even if they look fierce, they are like rag dolls, showing the evil tastes of the four elders.

"It's all yours. You can cook whatever dish you want. We have to see how your skills are first." Mr. Liu and the other four of them carried their hands behind their backs and signaled Leng Ran to go forward to deal with the strange beasts. Mr. Wang, who had a braided beard, smiled even more and handed a kitchen knife to Leng Ran.

"..." Leng Ran nodded without saying a word, feeling bitter in his heart, and took the kitchen knife handed over by the other party.

This kitchen knife was like a hand, and he almost fell to the ground. The knife looked like an ordinary wide-back kitchen knife, but it was too heavy, so he could barely raise it with both hands.

Leng Ran staggered, surprised and puzzled. The weight of the kitchen knife was beyond his expectations, at least hundreds of kilograms. Such weight was condensed on a small kitchen knife, making it look even more and more heavy. He held the kitchen knife and chopped a giant bear with a few notes. It was obvious that he just smashed it freely with the blade body and failed to burst out much force.

The giant bear was originally focusing on biting the iron cage, suddenly raised his head, rolled his eyes at Leng Ran, then dropped his butt, competed in the iron cage in the other direction, and saw his chop as if nothing was needed.

"After being nourished by the Blue Spirit Herb, did you not even reach the level of the Warrior..." Old Wang frowned and scratched his head hard.

"Work hard, you can't cook for the time being. Moreover, if you accidentally cut your fingers, it's very troublesome." Old Zhao looked serious and looked straight at Leng Ran's wrists trembling due to sore muscles. Such a little guy who couldn't even hold a kitchen knife had mysterious poison in his body. It would be terrible if an accident occurred.

"Uh, okay." Leng Ran nodded in a daze and sighed. He thought that his body had been greatly enhanced after taking the herb bath, and it turned out that it was far from the other party's expectations. By the way, what is the so-called warrior realm like?

As if he saw his doubts, and as if he was trying to relieve his loss, Mr. Liu came over.

The old man with a goatee was wearing a wide robe, who seemed lazy and unruly, unkempt, and was actually knowledgeable.

"The warrior is the first realm of entering the practice, and all transformations begin from now on. I believe you should have heard of the practice process such as "The warrior refines muscles and bones, the master level focuses on skin and flesh, and the level focuses on qi and blood". In fact, it was not called this tens of thousands of years ago, but the bone refining realm, body-to-body-to-body-to-be, and chakra realm."

"Bone refining, body suffocating, chakra... Didn't the ancient cultivators practice like they are now?" Leng Ran was puzzled. If something recognized by the world suddenly changed, something might have happened, maybe it was a change, or it could have been unexpected turmoil.

"The first three realms of cultivation are not much different from those of today, but they are just different titles. Cultivators continue to practice, develop their own divine treasures, and master themselves. They can naturally transform into extraordinary things. Even as the door of order is constantly opened in the body, their bodies can be as strong as dragons and elephants, and gradually awaken the bloodlines of their ancestors... The so-called early stage of cultivation is just like this, and they are in "refining essence into qi". However, starting from the fourth realm, which is the current realm of King Wu, is very different from ten thousand years ago, that ancient road..."

Old Liu's tone was quiet and his expression was very serious. He seemed to be indulging in some facts that had been around forever. He did not explain too much, and his voice gradually became quiet. After a long time, he suddenly woke up and said to Leng Ran: "Those are still too far away from you. I am too lazy to tell you about those things like "eat for free" with you. It's meaningless."

"Eat for free..." Leng Ran murmured, suddenly silent. It seemed that he could not help others except for eating. His practice was slow and he wasted materials. Even if he wanted to sweep the floor, he could do it with just a wave of his sleeves.

However, despite this, Leng Ran was not disappointed. Instead, he said solemnly: "It's better to let me go down the mountain and go home. It's better to stay here. This is really a shame for your kindness."

Leng Ran was very serious. These old men treated him very well. If they continued to stay and consume the other party’s herbs and spirits for nothing, they would be guilty.

"Um?"

The four elders pondered in surprise and were surprised. If an ordinary person joins the sect of immortal cultivation, he would probably burn incense day and night to pray that he could stay. Why is the person in front of him very straightforward and not nostalgic for this place? Is it because he dislikes the "decline" here? What qualifications does a rebellious body have to dislike others? Moreover, this boy's eyes suddenly become indifferent, not as if he has that kind of thought.

"No, you must stay. Boy Hu has accepted you as his disciple. Even if you are a stupid pig, you are still a disciple of my Chixia Sect."

At the critical moment, Mr. Liu spoke, and he was vaguely proud of himself as he spoke.

"I don't believe it anymore. With the resources accumulated by Chixia Sect for more than a thousand years, you can't be cultivated into a true cultivator!"

He swung his sleeves, held Leng Ran beside him, and walked out of the house as if he was breathing his anger. The huge Chixia Gate occupied a treasure land of the sacred mountain, and there were less than ten people now. Even if he raised a pig, he had to raise some names for people to see!

Leng Ran, who was tightly clamped his neck tightly, clenched his sleeves tightly, and his face turned purple because he held his breath, like a roasted pig's head: "..."
Chapter completed!