Chapter 1393

At dawn.

I didn't even have a dream and slept soundly.

Yang Fan stretched out and sat up fluffy from the bed. He was hysterical for a while and soon recovered from Qingming. The whole person also became very energetic.

"Sure enough, sleeping is the best way to relax and adjust your mental state. Being able to lie in bed and sleep comfortably when you are tired is the happiest thing in the world!"

Turning over and getting out of bed, Yang Fan stretched a comfortable waist again. His sleep was much more refreshing than he had practiced all day.

The house was still forbidden, the pet animals were not missing, and the simple version of the six cycle combination array was still in normal operation.

business as usual!

Yang Fan relaxed and felt that another beautiful day was in front of her.

Waving to remove the ban, the six samsara combination array was also adjusted to a silent state. Then Yang Fan habitually glanced at his Qi and blood experience and spiritual experience. He saw that they had increased by more than 100000 and 200000 respectively, and his heart was filled with joy.

He likes the feeling.

Getting up early every morning, his strength has been greatly improved and improved. This is lying win. His lovely little disciples contributed so much cultivation experience to him last night. I really love them.

"Eh?"

When washing, Yang Fan's mind went out and couldn't help but say a light EH.

"What are these little guys doing in the sky?"

Obviously, Yang Fan has noticed the dozens of trumpets of Ling Tian and sang Duoduo, who are floating in the air at this time, just like the statue of the door god.

"Brother fan, are you awake?"

At this time, the door rang gently, and an Sheng knocked on the door outside.

It is estimated that he sensed the array change of the reincarnation array outside the room and knew that Yang Fan might have got up, so he came to try and knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Yang Fan's thoughts moved, and the door opened. Then Ansheng stepped into the room.

First, he said hello to the three and a half imperial pets lying in front of the door. Ansheng soon came to the washing table where Yang Fan was located and said with a smile:

"Brother fan, it's almost ready outside. You're the protagonist."

Yang Fan nodded gently. He had noticed when he was just looking outside.

Fu Zhengqing, Qu Hongde and the ancestors of South China have all gathered the martial artists who need to worship on the huge square outside the city master's house.

The local fighters in the northwest, together with the Tian family, the Fang family and the more than 800 people who came from the central city of the Federation, add up to almost 2500 people.

There was a lot of noise. It was really lively.

"Don't worry. There's still about a quarter of an hour before seven o'clock and there's still time for breakfast."

Then Yang Fan, who had finished washing, came to the table, took out a long roasted imperial steak in the storage, looked up at Ansheng and said, "do you want one?"

As soon as an Sheng's eyes lit up, he sat down opposite Yang Fan and said, "of course! Thank you, brother fan!"

Martial arts can strengthen muscles and bones, strengthen Qi and blood. Naturally, the diet structure is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Drinking blood essence and eating animal meat are normal among martial artists. Even after arriving at the martial arts teacher, the spiritual energy in the body can be self-sufficient through cultivation. Even if you don't eat for ten days and a half months, you can't die of hunger.

However, this does not mean that martial artists above martial arts do not need to drink * * blood and meat.

In fact, their demand is greater, especially when their cultivation reaches the king's realm. The blood and flesh of ordinary monsters and demons can no longer meet their increasingly powerful digestion ability. They need the blood and flesh of big demons with richer spiritual power to meet their daily consumption.

Only when the energy in the diet is satisfied and the consumption of Qi and blood is greatly supplemented, can their cultivation consumption be reduced to the lowest and the cultivation effect reach the most perfect state.

An Sheng didn't bother to use a knife and fork to make a tedious ink. He directly turned his mental force into a wind blade and quickly divided the imperial meat into ten pieces of equal size and threw them into his mouth one by one.

"MMM ~ fragrant!"

The first mouthful of refined meat was full of juice and fragrance. Ansheng was extremely enjoying and satisfied. Yang Fan extended his thumb.

"Brother fan, your craft is getting better and better. It's delicious!"

While chewing, he kept praising. Every time he could eat the delicious food cooked by Yang Fan, Ansheng had a feeling that the new year was coming soon. It was so happy!

The only pity is that the energy of emperor level refined meat is too rich. Even if Ansheng's cultivation has reached the king's realm, he can only eat a small piece each time.

My stomach is full, but my mouth is not fully satisfied. It's very uncomfortable.

"Just like it."

Yang Fan smiled, slowly took out his special chopsticks, picked up the imperial roast meat in front of him, sent it to his mouth very gracefully and took a bite.

It's really delicious!

His cooking has indeed made great progress during this period. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be promoted to level 5 Kitchen God apprentice soon.

"What's the matter with Lingtian? Why did all of them run to the sky?"

After eating a mouthful of barbecue, Yang Fan whispered to an Sheng.

At this time, Ansheng hurriedly threw the fourth roast into his mouth. Hearing Yang Fan's question, he whispered back: "Uncle Fu was worried that there would be trouble in the city. He was afraid that the city guard and the wuzhe town of the supervision department could not live in the field, so he came to tell me."

"I wanted them to take charge of a small area in the dark, but they didn't think it was dignified and deterrent, so... That's it!"

Ansheng has no choice but to shrug. He doesn't want to be so arrogant, but these younger martial brothers and sisters don't want to. What can he do.

Yang Fan glanced at an Sheng silently.

You are the chief senior brother. If you don't agree, can Ling Tian and sang Duoduo beat you?

This boy is a guy who is afraid of chaos in the world. Maybe this is what he secretly inspired.

It's thanks to his ability to figure out how to let 61 strong men at the level of half step emperor act as security guards in the air at the same time.

"Only once. Don't do this again next time!"

"I don't think about it. The moat outside the city has been completely built. Who dares to make trouble in the city again? It's nonsense!"

Yang Fan glared at an Sheng. Although he said no more, he felt inexplicably cool in his heart. Do you think it's strange?

This is face saving.

A total of 61 half step kings act as security guards. Looking at the 36 areas of the Federation, in addition to the two major garrison offices of the federal central city and Jinghua City, which garrison office can display such pomp?

It turns out that unconsciously, their demon killing sect has been so strong that it's very good!

Yang Fan was very pleased. On the day when he was about to perform the master worship ceremony, so many disciples of the emperor Bu acted as the scene. It was really a face.

Of course, face and everything are floating clouds. How can Yang Fan, who has long been divorced from low taste, be so vain and superficial?

He is more concerned about the advertising effect released by so many disciples of the emperor.

Seeing that there are so many half step emperors in mieyao sect, all the martial artists who come to the worship ceremony will certainly have a clearer understanding of the strength of mieyao sect, and their favor and loyalty to him as a master will soar.

In this way, it will be much easier for Yang Fan to brush the sect experience on these newly introduced trumpets.

"I see, brother fan! I will teach them well later!"

Ansheng nodded honestly, then grabbed the fifth piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth. Looking at the posture, he seemed to have paid no attention to Yang Fan's warning.

Soon, ten pieces of roast meat were stuffed into Anson's mouth. Anson belched contentedly and was a little full.

However, the endless warmth and spiritual power surging up in his stomach brushed the Qi and blood meridians in his body again and again, which made him very satisfied and comfortable.

It is worthy of being emperor level refined meat. Only such a small piece of meat can add up to a kilogram, which can completely fill his blood. The effect is much better than his hard training for one night.

"Your disciple Ansheng's HP runs for a whole day. The spiritual power in the imperial meat is partially digested and stimulated, with HP strength + 10000 and the percentage bonus of sect centripetal force. You will automatically obtain the 100% cultivation experience bonus of disciple Ansheng, with HP strength + 10000."

"Your disciple Ansheng's Qi and blood run for a whole day. The spiritual power in the emperor's refined meat is partially digested and stimulated, and the HP strength is + 10000..."

At this time, Yang Fan's ears also began to have the experience tips generated by Ansheng's swallowing and digesting the emperor's refined meat. There will be 10000 points of Qi and blood experience output almost every second, and the conversion efficiency is not generally high.

"Full?" Yang Fan glanced at Ansheng, saw him nod, and then said, "when you're full, send these barbecues to the younger martial brothers and sisters above, saying they were rewarded by the teacher."

With that, Yang Fan waved and took out 61 pieces of larger imperial roast meat from the storage space. Each piece was steaming and fragrant.

The piece he gave Ansheng just now was a small pork chop weighing one kilogram, and all these were more than three kilos.

After all, the cultivation accomplishments of those trumpets above are all half step emperor's territory. A kilogram of imperial barbecue can't satisfy their appetite at all.

"Come on! I'll go now!"

Anson answered happily, gathered up the sixty-one imperial roasters in front of him, and flew up with a smile on his face.

He knew that his brother fan was also a coquettish man who said he didn't want to be happy in his heart. How could he be dissatisfied with the personality security with such a face and atmosphere?

Look, now that you've even taken out the reward, dare you say you don't like it?

Well, next time I have such a chance, I have to do it again!