Chapter 279: When the Gods Fight, the Mortals Suffer

"This kind of polluted spiritual root, as well as the skills, fragments, or information about the cave, you can do it yourself."

Shen Yi used pebbles to transmit the sound, and handed several storage bags to A Qing.

"Okay."

A Qing excitedly grasped the bag. For some reason, the other party's unreasonable trust always made her feel inexplicably warm and happy.

The others couldn't help but want to get up and come over.

At this moment, a row of servants came down from the upstairs, all holding jade plates in their hands.

The rich fragrance instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Even the matter of exchanging treasures was forgotten.

They quickly served delicacies to each table according to the number of people, and brought mellow medicinal wine.

At the end of the servants, Mei Xiyao walked slowly and walked to the corner.

She slowly stood still, with a bit of respect on her delicate and pretty face, and said in a warm voice: "Master Qingfeng invites the two of you to come upstairs for a chat."

A Qing consciously excluded herself.

With both hands on the table, he swallowed unconsciously while watching the servants coming and going.

Seeing this, Mei Xiyao chuckled: "Don't worry, I will prepare one for you."

"Thank you, sister."

Ah Qing happily retracted her gaze.

In the eyes of others, many people shook their heads secretly. This white-faced boy, does he think that he can please Miss Mei by being sweet-mouthed? The other party has been welcoming guests in this Bafang Restaurant for many years, and his vision is higher than the sky.

However, even Master Qingfeng wants to invite that senior.

It turns out that he has a deep background.

"Okay."

Although Shen Yi was a little confused, he did not refuse.

After all, he had just left Daqian and he had not seen a few decent strong men.

Chen Zhong didn't care.

He knew that he was just a by-product, but he was just curious why Ah Qing was missed.

The two stood up, and Shen Yi glanced at A Qing: "Continue to work after eating, don't run around."

"Yeah!"

A Qing grabbed the chopsticks. She had only heard about the delicacies of Bafang Restaurant from her elders, and had never really tasted them once.

Shen Yi retracted her gaze and followed Mei Xiyao upstairs.

They went straight to the ninth floor.

Even at Chen Zhong's age, he couldn't help but look around curiously.

Grandmaster Hunyuan was at most five floors below.

Only those in the Transformation Realm were qualified to go to the sixth floor, and as long as the sixth floor was open, it must be the day when Bafang Restaurant invited guests to a banquet.

As for the ninth floor... This was a unique treatment for Nie Jun, and it was precisely because of this that the restaurant dared to set any rules.

"Here we are."

Zhenfeng Zhenren sat behind a wooden table and raised his hand to the two.

This place was not as gorgeous as Chen Zhong thought, and it was even simple and not much different from a street restaurant.

The young man didn't seem to be very comfortable, but he still smiled and nodded: "Sit down."

Shen Yi sat down calmly: "I wonder what the master wants to see me for?"

If I remember correctly, until now, there has been no intersection between him and Wutong Mountain... except for the gathering spirit furnace in the storage treasure.

"Young genius, I am happy to see you."

Master Qingfeng raised the corner of his lips, and did not hesitate to praise: "Let's not talk about things, let's eat first."

Just with his immature appearance, saying such words always makes people want to laugh.

It seems that he saw Shen Yi's discomfort.

Master Qingfeng rolled his eyes: "I look young because I broke through the Hunyuan breakthrough quickly, and now I have spent more than 3,800 years in vain... Come and eat."

When he rolled his eyes, the demeanor of a master just now was swept away, and he didn't look like a cultivator who had lived for nearly 4,000 years.

Chen Zhong was born in Daqian. Although he had some relationship with Wutong Mountain, he didn't say a word, and didn't try to curry favor with the master because of his gentle attitude.

He knew how proud the disciples of Wutong Mountain were.

This one was just pretending well.

Soon, Mei Xiyao lifted the curtain, but she was not qualified to serve the dishes. The one who was responsible for serving the dishes was the thick-necked old man, the owner of the Bafang Restaurant.

The dishes were extremely simple.

Each person had only one plate, which contained several pieces of cut tendon meat with thick oil and red sauce.

True Man Qingfeng didn't even use chopsticks, and unceremoniously put it into his mouth with his hands.

Chen Zhong carefully picked up a chopstick, and after tasting it a little, his whole old face fell into a sluggish state.

"..."

Shen Yi just chewed it, and his eyes were cold.

Between his teeth, the insignificant piece of meat turned into demon blood and was swallowed into his stomach.

A piece of meat, a drop of blood.

If this was not the meat of the Demon King, Shen Yi would have crushed the plate and swallowed it.

He didn't think that with his current status, he was worthy of being treated with such a treasure.

Although Chen Zhong did not have the magical power of blood transformation, he immediately realized that something was wrong when the beef entered his stomach.

He stopped eating in a daze.

"Master, please tell me the story first."

Shen Yi put down his chopsticks and looked across.

"No, you really have to eat. I'd be embarrassed if you don't."

Master Qingfeng waved his hand and swallowed the tendon meat.

When the plate was empty, he looked up at the two silent people across from him and said helplessly, "It really has nothing to do with you. I'm mainly looking for him today."

He pointed at Chen Zhong.

"Ah?" Chen Zhong looked up in surprise.

The next moment, the old man's face turned pale.

"Go back to Daqian soon after eating. You won't have to come out for the next few hundred years."

Qingfeng Zhenren wiped his hands on his sleeves: "My senior brother killed the Blood-Transforming Demon King directly. Here, this is what you eat. I can't persuade him. He has a bad temper. Whoever provokes him will die."

"The Thousand Demon Cave may not dare to come to my Wutong Mountain to make trouble."

"You have also seen the end of Xuanguang Cave. Zhenren Huashen died as soon as he said he would."

"But I am most worried about your Daqian. The golden statues in the Martial Temple can't leave the imperial city, right? Your ancestors are still asleep, and the territory is so big... Tsk."

Looking at Chen Zhong almost fainted.

Qingfeng Zhenren persuaded awkwardly: "In fact, it may not be the case. They may go to find my senior brother next."

Really not?

Chen Zhong tried to stay awake. Nie Jun and Daqian, who is the soft persimmon? Do you need to think more?

The Blood-Transforming Demon King of the 19th Cave died just like that... Before that, the White Feather Demon King also died.

Wouldn't the Thousand Demon Cave go crazy?

The land of Jiuzhou is full of loopholes, and there is no way to defend it.

"My Wutong Mountain is not the kind of rat who dares not take responsibility for what he has done. Several senior brothers and sisters have broken through the barriers and tried to attract the anger of the Thousand Demon Cave."

"Anyway... you can only wish for the best." Qingfeng Zhenren shook his head.

When the gods fight, mortals suffer.

This is never empty talk.

Senior Brother Nie is just killing monsters. He has no bad intentions, but his eyes are too high and he can't see the people under his feet.

"Senior, Chen will take his leave."

Chen Zhong stood up trembling, and bowed to Shen Yi with a restless heart, and then walked slowly downstairs.

"Why do you look unhappy?"

Qingfeng Zhenren sighed, and then looked at the young man opposite curiously.

"Is there?" Shen Yi picked up the beef again and put it into his mouth, with no ripples in his eyes.

"Maybe I saw it wrong."

Qingfeng Zhenren smiled faintly, and his young face finally had some of Wutong Mountain's flavor.

Zhang Cheng woke up and found that the people around him had not changed, but the world had changed.

The abyss world descended, monsters invaded, and humans could awaken various abilities to explore the abyss and resist monsters.

However, he found that the ability he awakened seemed a bit stupid.

...

"Increase the strength of teammates by 1000%, your teammates have been strengthened!"

"Your teammates have exploded, their emotions and states have reached the peak, but they are still about to fall. Do you want to recover all the bonus attributes and get permanent improvement yourself?"

...

At the end of the abyss, the Supreme Demon God who destroyed countless worlds looked down at the human team that tried their best but still couldn't defeat him. They fell to the ground and had no power to resist. What a group of weak bugs.

Suddenly, the assistant who had been hiding at the end of the team stood up and walked towards him slowly. With every step, he became stronger. In a blink of an eye, he became an ancient giant god that filled the entire abyss, looking down on everything.

"Ants of the abyss, you tried your best!"