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Growing the melon, growing the beans, getting the beans.

Ordinary rice, what grow out of it, should be ordinary rice.

But the old farmer wanted to plant the rice.

Only by using spirit rice could the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth be replenished.

It was even harder than ascending to heaven to reach this step.

If the old farmer could really do it, then even if he were to die, he would still have a name that would be passed down through the ages.

This was because if the spiritual energy could really grow and expand, the spiritual energy of the Martial Star Continent would not be depleted.

Even if they were to be exhausted, it would still be greatly delayed.

At this moment, Chu Yang felt a vigorous life coming from within the soil.

It was obvious that the rice was sprouting.

As everyone knew, it would take at least ten days or half a month for a rice seed to sprout. At this moment, however, it only had a few breaths of time.

Furthermore, the life force was incredibly strong.

From this, it could be inferred that even if the rice grown by an old farmer did not have any spiritual energy, it would still be more delicious than ordinary rice and would provide more energy.

Next, blood dripped from the old farmer's mouth.

He wanted to use his blood to nurture it.

Three drops of blood.

The rice sprouts broke the soil and became seedlings.

Seven drops of blood, three inches of rice seedling.

Five inches, nine inches …

As the old farmer's blood dripped more and more, the rice grew taller and taller. In the blink of an eye, it had grown to nearly two meters tall.

The old farmer was already pale, but he was still dripping blood.

At this moment, there were already a lot of people surrounding them.

One of them was from the fourth floor!

After they figured out the situation, they immediately sent the news back.

When Zhang Yan received the news, his eyes immediately lit up. "Ordinary rice grows spirit rice. If my Four Directions Tower could master this planting technique, its power would definitely skyrocket."

This was the real monopoly!

"The more the spiritual energy dries up, the greater the benefits we will get."

Su Bao said, "OP, what you said makes a lot of sense, but this is simply impossible. It completely violates the law of growth."

"Usually, but what if? If he succeeded, the fourth floor would soar to the skies! I have decided to let him enter the Four Directions Secret Realm. "

"Tower Lord, this kind of fool …"

"If he's really that foolish, he'll die in the Four Directions Secret Realm. If he doesn't die, then we'll have the treasure to guard the building. We can't spend too much and reap too much in return, why wouldn't he do that?"

Moreover, this was something that caught Chu Yang's eyes.

Chu Yang had been at the Dragon Gate Arena for so long, he had watched this old farmer for the longest time.

Just by this point alone, it is worth our bets. "

"Tower Lord is wise!"

Su Bao wanted to kill Chu Yang very much. The more he wanted to kill Chu Yang, the more importance he had.

Over here.

The beggar had already lined up with the chefs, ready to leap over the dragon gate.

The rice that the old farmer sowed also bore grain.

A lot of knots.

Strings of grain spikes were even more numerous than beams.

Chu Yang estimated that every grain had at least a thousand grains.

It was just a small bowl of rice.

About ten rice grains were piled up together. A large pile of rice grains gave off the feeling of a small jungle.

The old farmers who grew these rice were weak to the point of death.

He no longer bled.

Because there was no blood to flow.

At the moment, the old farmer was using his life to grow rice, filling the grains to the brim.

Chu Yang said, "If you continue growing it, you will really lose your life."

"Even if I die, I have to plant it."

"If they die, what else can they grow? Only in life can it be bred! "

The old farmer paused for a moment before continuing, "At this point, it's already too late. We can only continue growing the rice. I must make these rice ripen!"

"You can let the rice ripen, but you don't need to use your life to ripen it.

You are more alive than dead.

Because if you die, they will feel that your way of thinking is simply a fantasy. It is impossible to succeed even if there are a thousand or ten thousand of you.

Then no one will be able to study how to make ordinary rice seeds grow into rice.

Also, in this world, there is no lack of people like you who can defy the heavens, break the heavens, cut the heavens, steal from the heavens, or swallow the heavens.

One dead, one missing.

To this world, this was definitely a great loss.

Do you think you can die? "

"The Guardian of the Heavens and the Earth?"

The old farmer was shocked. He raised his head and asked, "Young Master, do you think that I can succeed?"

"If you are going to die now, you will never succeed! If you are alive and do it with your heart, then there is a possibility of success. "

"Really?"

"In this world, water was originally water, but why did it give birth to strange water?" Thunder, fire, electricity, and wind had all turned into strange thunderfire.

Why couldn't ordinary rice varieties mutate and produce spirit rice?

Besides, cattle eat grass, but they produce milk.

Wasn't this also a qualitative change?

What you need to find is the quality change from ordinary rice to rice.

In order to find it, one has to be alive first. "

The old farmer was shocked.

That's right, the grass eaten by the cows had turned into milk.

Compared to the grass, milk was like a "spiritual herb" in a sense.

Not only that, the communication link he had with Qin Wentian was none other than the Ox-Head Astral Soul.

However, its grade was not high. It was at the third level or two.

However, the things he dug up from the ground were much more delicious and nutritious.

Old farmer Zheng nodded. "I will live."

"Then eat all of these pills."

Chu Yang handed over a handful of pills. Without any hesitation, the old farmer opened his mouth and was about to swallow them. Chu Yang asked, "Old uncle, are you not afraid that my pills are poisonous?"

"Anyone who speaks those words will not give me a poisonous pill. If there really is poison, then even the heavens will not be able to tolerate me."

The old farmer swallowed it.

Then the old farmer noticed his dried up blood and began to boil again.

His true qi was also roiling.

His body also gained strength, and his spirit was filled with energy.

Obviously, these pills weren't simple.

The old farmer gratefully said, "Little brother, thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you."

"Eh?"

The old farmer could not understand.

Actually, it wasn't just the old farmer. The surrounding crowd of scouts were all staring at Chu Yang, and not a single one of them could understand what was going on.

The old farmer was the protector of the heavens and earth.

He was even more so.

Nine hundred years ago, it was because of this world that he used his body to protect the meteorite outside the sky. That was why he fell to the ground and lived nine hundred years later.

Otherwise, if the meteorite were to smash into the Martial Star Continent, who knows how many times this continent would be destroyed and split into pieces.

However, he wasn't the guardian of the Chronicle of the Star Martial.

It was the Great Devil.

Chu Yang did not explain his words. He just stared at the old farmer as the grain became more and more ripe.

At the same time, Mu Xingtian had already entered the arena.

He made a soup.

In the beginning, the dishes they chose were all ordinary.

But when no one was looking, he put a bite inside.

That was the essence of the soup.

Before long, a fragrant scent drifted out, causing everyone to sniff.

"What is this? "It smells so good!"

"The fragrance came from the Pauper Pot. What did he do?"

Immediately, a large group of people surrounded Mu Xingtian.

The other chefs looked indignant, "You're just a beggar, so what if you smell good? Just the fragrance alone is not good enough to be of no use. "

"You're right. After they eat the meat I stew, they'll know what's tasty."

When Mu Xingtian heard these words, he couldn't help but despise him in his heart. His soup was hard to come by in this world, and these country bumpkins could never compare to him.

He was determined to be the number one chef.

As he thought about it, Mu Xingtian increased his firepower. Although this would make the soup taste a little worse, it was more than enough to beat them.

With a big flame, the soup was quickly ready.

Mu Xingtian loudly said, "Master, my soup is ready."

"He made soup?"

"Can't you boil the soup a little longer? If it's done so quickly, how bad would it be?! "

As the other chefs spoke with ill intentions, the chef of the fourth floor, Chen Youming, who was in charge of the chefs' assessment, also frowned.

Although he was not the biggest chef in the fourth floor, he was still the assistant chef.

Naturally, he knew that the soup needed to be simmered down and taken longer.

Just enjoying it.

Moreover, he was a beggar.

However, the rules were still there. Chen Youming still said, "Bring it up."

Mu Xingtian placed the soup on the table with both hands and opened the lid. Immediately, a burst of fragrance wafted into his nose, but Chen Youming didn't mind.

As Chen Youming prepared to drink the soup, he said, "The soup tastes very good, but just the fragrance alone is useless. It still needs to be fresh and even needs to be nice to drink. "This soup of yours …"

Before he could finish, Chen Youming was shocked.

This soup is too fresh.

It was so fresh that he almost bit off his tongue.

In the kitchen of the four-sided building, there were delicious dishes and delicious soup. It was unknown how many there were.

However, he had never eaten such a delicious dish before.

It was simply too delicious.

Chen Youming anxiously said, "You …" You are... "What soup?"

"Hundred Vegetables Soup."

"A hundred dishes?"

"I used to be a chef as well, but after my family fell, I was set up by someone and ended up as a beggar.

The adults must know that beggars can't even dream of eating exquisite food.

I'm here to pick up some vegetables, to get some fruit skins, to dig up some wild herbs … I put it all together.

At first, it was hard to drink, but after thousands of times, I also gained some experience and stewed more and more soup, more and more fragrant, and more and more and more.

Moreover, with such a soup to stew the meat, the meat would be even more delicious. "

Mu Xingtian made up a story, but he didn't dare to say the real name of the soup, so the moment he said it, his identity would be exposed.

Chen Youming praised, "What a great Hundred Vegetables Soup!" "What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Zhou Ping."

Mu Xingtian gave a fake name, Zhou was his mother's surname.

Ping, was the meaning of clearing away the rain.

"Zhou Ping, with just a pot of soup like you, you will definitely be able to enter the four-sided secret realm. You might even be able to take first place."

The benefits obtained from being first place are not small. If we bring those benefits into the four-sided mystic realm, the probability of getting first place is greater. "

"Thank you, my lord!" If I were to really take first place, I am willing to share the secret recipe for the Hundred Vegetable Soup with you, Sir. "

"Is that true?"

"Seriously."

Mu Xingtian was very sure. He knew that the recipe was very important and that the chef in front of him was not qualified to have it.

But he didn't care. He only wanted to become stronger.

He would deal with this thing when he got his hands on the biggest opportunity.

Chen Youming's eyes lit up as he gave Mu Xingtian his promise, "Don't worry. This first place is yours. No one else can snatch it away."

"Thank you, milord."

Mu Xingtian made up his mind that everything was as he had expected.

It was at this moment that the old farmer used all his might to finally ripen the whole grain. The old farmer bit a grain and said with a dejected expression, "It's not spirit rice, I failed again."

His voice was filled with despair.

Chu Yang raised his eyebrows. If this despair continued, even if he lived, it would be very difficult.

Give him hope.

Chu Yang looked at the contest between the chefs and made a plan. He said, "Uncle, you didn't fail!"