C27

The greatest helplessness in the world was — if it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't defeat you, I would have already fallen out with you.

I looked at Shentu Po's disgusted face as he shamelessly handed over twenty stalks of Golden Thread Grass.

"Don't worry, as long as I, Young Hero Shentu, am here, your journey will be safe."

It was undeniable that Shentu Lang had contributed a lot to the battle along the way. An Earth Realm intermediate stage expert was indeed much stronger than a high-tier Mortal Realm cultivator. If I were to wander through this area alone, even if I were able to escape unscathed, I would inevitably be in a sorry state.

However, facing this fellow in front of me who swindled me out of twenty stalks of Golden Thread Grass, I was unable to keep a calm heart. I coldly snorted before calming my heart and saying, "The Golden Thread Grass combined with the Solidified Flower to concoct the Muscle Meridian Rejuvenation Pill is extremely effective. I still have ten Solidified Flower, how about you trade for the blood essence of your Golden Feathered Eagle? "

The Overlord Tactics contained detailed information on demonic beast blood essence. It contained a tremendous amount of blood vitality and was suitable for tempering the muscles and bones of the body.

Of course, the Overlord Tactic used the word 'tyrant' as its name. The best way to practice it was to nurture one's body through battle. Through continuous fighting, he would improve his body's functions to the point of tempering his physical body.

Seeing the look of anticipation on my face, Shentu Po immediately rejected. "The Golden Feathered Eagle is a Diremonster comparable to the low-level Earth Realm. "You should know the value of these herbs as well. If you add another Violet Danshen, I can consider it."

Stealing while the fire was still burning was nothing out of the ordinary.

I turned around to leave in anger, but thinking about the importance of blood essence, I still nodded my head and agreed to the trade.

After storing the blood essence, I suddenly said to Shentu Po, "Shentu Po, I find that you're quite like an artist."

Shentu Po was slightly stunned by my sudden change of words. After a moment, he curiously asked, "Who?"

I said, "Shakespeare, but you and Shakespeare are only half alike."

Shentu Po: "Why is it half similar?"

"Because you're just a shabbi."

"..." — —

Even though Shentu Po was a bit stingy. However, it was undeniable that his blade technique was still excellent.

Regardless of whether they were flying in the sky or running on the ground, anyone swimming in the water would not be able to escape from his blade.

His knife was clean and clean. Any problem that could be solved with a single slash would definitely not be dealt with twice.

As it happened, we stepped into a lush forest. The dense foliage all around was criss-crossing, blotting out the sky and blotting out the sun. Lifting his head, he was only able to catch a glimpse of the dark sky through the gaps in the leaves.

Suddenly, a wisp of white light broke through the layers of obstructions from the leaves. It came crashing down like a bolt of lightning.

My ears were filled with the crunching of leaves and the whizzing sound of a heavy object falling at top speed. A large, fat white bird could be vaguely seen in the white light.

Before I could jump, I dodged. Shentu Po had already drawn his blade.

One slash, or more accurately speaking, it was a slash from Shentu Po. The Glowing Light didn't move. It turned into a streak of silver light and sliced the white light in the sky into pieces.

Shentu Po sheathed his blade. Then a dull sound came from the ground.

The white light dissipated, revealing the fat birds within — snow-white wings, red legs, a long neck, and a flat head. This was clearly a Frost Winged Snow Goose of the high-level lesser demon realm.

However, the snow goose was already dead. A straight knife mark extended from its head all the way to its buttocks. With one cut and two halves, the corpse was split into two. Fresh blood flowed out and his internal organs fell onto the ground.

If the hand is fast, so be it. If the hand is slow, so be it.

"Good saber art!" I stretched out my thumb and praised. Afterwards, I quietly put away the Frigid Winged Snow Goose's corpse.

Shentu Po shot a glance at me and did not bother with me.

— —

As the sky darkened, the originally dim light seemed to be sucked out. The lush forest suddenly became hard to see through.

After running for a day, he was also a bit tired. Shentu Po and I decided to stop and rest.

I have not yet attained the state of the earth, so I am unable to leave the valley. After a day of walking, his stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

As for Shentu Po, although he had already stepped into the Earth Realm, he was reputed to be able to avoid food. However, not eating anything did not mean that they would not die. He had been cutting through thorns and thorns along the way, slashing demons and exterminating demons. He had flown into the sky and fled into the ground. With his great sword skills, his mana consumption was extremely fast. He still had to eat to replenish his energy.

I took a large black pot from the ring. There was no mystery behind it. It was made from ordinary iron, just an ordinary pot. I brought this pot out from home, since Wang Hu and the rest don't cook much anyway.

Next, I took out the two frosted snow geese.

Shentu Po's eyes lit up. "You want to cook the goose?"

I nodded. "I'll make a pot of Snow Goose Soup. However, you have to lend me your frost blade."

Shentu Po vigilantly asked, "What are you planning to do?"

"To make a goose, you have to deal with it first, right? Pull out the goose feathers, remove the internal organs, and cut them into chunks of meat — now these are not goose meat, but corpses, you know. "

"Don't you have a sword yourself? Why are you using my blade?"

I angrily took out my great sword. "How can you cut that thick?" After my sword slashed down, there's only dregs left. There's no goose left. "

Shentu Po very seriously replied, "Using underhanded methods to do so. Little brother, your sword-arts will improve. "

"Xian your sister, Shi your sister." I handed the great treasured sword to Shentu Po. "If you can do it, then you can."

Shentu Po awkwardly replied, "I'm joking, I'm joking."

I asked, "Then do you want to borrow it or not?"

"My Frost Blade is a high-grade magic tool. Don't you think cutting meat with it is a waste?"

I waved my hands, looking like I wasn't going to do anything. "Then forget it. I still have some rations to eat."

Shentu Po was dumbfounded. "You're not going to do it?"

I glanced at him. "What do I do?"

Shentu Po's expression was one of struggle. After a long while, he shyly handed me his silver longblade like a shy daughter-in-law. "Why don't you try?"

— —

It's a technical job.

I held the knife and traced the lines of skin along the gossamer cut in the breast of the Frigid Winged Snow Goose. He then removed the entire piece of goose feathers along with the skin. Afterwards, I did the same as before and cut off the fur on the other half of the goose.

In the process, I didn't use a shred of zhenqi. With just the wrist strength and the accuracy of the arm.

Master had said that this was called seeing the real chapter in detail.

When I master this state to an instinct, my sword will be more accurate and more stable.

When I was done, I continued to remove the offal, cut the meat into chunks, and put some water in the wok.

Throughout the entire process, Shentu Po looked at me with a gaze filled with hidden bitterness and heartache. I looked at the frost on my hand and at the grease stains on the frost knife.

I couldn't help but laugh as I sang happily, "Goose! Goose! Slicing the song with a knife!" Pull up the feathers and pour water over the fire! "

— —

About two hours later, the soup boiled and the lid of the pot began to move, overflowing with heat.

Shentu Po swallowed his saliva. "You should have added two more old mountain ginseng just now."

I choked, "Why don't you throw your Purple Danshen in?"

Shentu Po looked left and right, feigning temporary deafness.

I took out a set of chopsticks from my ring and filled a big bowl with snow goose soup for Shentu Po.

Shentu Po looked at the Snow Goose Soup in his hand that was so full that it almost overflowed the bowl. He was so moved that he was about to cry. "So many soups … I say, can you serve me more meat?"

After Shentu Po finished speaking, he drank half a bowl of the goose soup to make room. Then he roughly scooped a leg of wings and a few pieces of breast meat from the pot with chopsticks.

"Hm!" The meat was tender and juicy, neither greasy nor greasy. It was quite well cooked. "With a single bite, she's delicate and smooth, her lips are still fragrant." While eating heartily, Shentu Po did not forget to praise me. "Brother Shen, your culinary skills are quite excellent."

I peacefully accepted Shentu Po's praise, but I still humbly said, "You're too kind. You're too kind."

Shen Tu Po wolfed down his food. Seeing that I had not moved, he asked curiously, "What, Brother Shen, you're not going to eat? "You're welcome. Eat, eat."

I smiled. This fellow is still too young.

I replied, "Isn't there only a single set of tableware?" Forget it, you go ahead and eat. I'll just eat it. "

After he finished speaking, Shentu Po was dumbstruck. I took a spoon and ate from the pot.

— —

Shentu Po and I sat facing each other, a bonfire lit between us. The surface of the stone was covered with small pieces of flame.

I comfortably stretched my body. This meal was really enjoyable.

I have to say, ever since I started cultivating the Overlord Tactics, not only did my appetite increase, my appetite also increased.

A Frigid Winged Snow Goose, I ate nearly two-thirds by myself.

Of course, if it wasn't for Shentu Po's shamelessness and shamelessness in stealing food from my mouth, I would have eaten even more.

On the other side, Shentu Po let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Although I don't want to praise you, I have to admit that you're quite good at cooking."

I picked up a branch from the ground and threw it into the bonfire with a crackling sound.

"Practice makes perfect."

For some reason, when he said those words … I suddenly thought of life on the Heavenly Mountain, and I thought of my teachers and seniors.

However, Shentu Po did not pursue the matter any further. He only took out a thin booklet from his own storage pouch and tossed it to me.

I looked down and saw the words Rolling Stone Fist transcribed on the cover.

I read it carefully and found that this punch was indeed open and closed; it was masculine and fierce. It was suitable for those with powerful bodies to train with.

I thanked Shentu Po, before putting away the Rolling Stone Fist.

— —

Two hours later, we were done with our rest. We extinguished the bonfire and continued forward.