Chen Xuan ate a big meal and ate the previously stored food again.

But even so, I couldn't eat completely and felt a sense of hunger.

He glanced at the sky outside, it was still dark, and he struggled in his heart.

Why not take advantage of the night to go to the kitchen again?

But will that baby come again?

He was full of energy and struggled for a long time, but he still endured it.

You can't commit suicide at this time.

The feeling of hunger now is far less intense than it was a few days ago. You can definitely bear it and you don’t have to take risks.

I'll go and eat it tomorrow morning.

After making up this idea, Chen Xuan forced himself to hold it back, lay on the ground, and continued to sleep.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry at all. I'm so full of him..."

Chen Xuan kept making psychological hints to himself.

He never thought that a night would be so long, he just felt that every minute and every second was torture.

When you get hungry, the gastrointestinal motility of people brings a strong nausea feeling, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Chen Xuan's willpower is pretty good, so he took it down.

A night passed quickly.

The disciples responsible for patrolling the mountain each had dark circles and were full of fatigue.

Last night, I was on guard all night and didn't even encounter any hairs.

Everyone was exhausted, hungry and tired, and walked towards the kitchen.

Chen Xuan finally crawled out from under the bed, full of hunger and gurgling, following everyone and heading towards the kitchen.

As soon as he walked out, many disciples immediately recognized him and looked shocked.

"Hey hey hey, look, isn't that Chen Xuan?"

"Damn, where did he come out? It's been four days in a row, where did he go?"

"I thought he was dead?"

"Hurry, go and notify Fang Zhi's senior brother!"

…

Chen Xuan didn't care about the restlessness of the crowd. He just wanted to have a meal now.

It’s not too late to eat after you’re full before you pinch it to death!

"Strange man Liu, give me twenty buns!"

Chen Xuan came to the kitchen and spoke.

Liu Dashan, who was in charge of the kitchen, looked unhappy, looked up and glanced at Chen Xuan, and said sarcastically: "Twenty buns? What a big tone, I see if you can get five buns at best."

Liu Dashan was the nickname given to him by a man from the Jianghu. No one can remember his real name anymore.

However, although his nickname is Liu Dashan, the things he does have nothing to do with good deeds. This guy hates women very much. Once he meets a beautiful woman, he will try every means to kill them, then chop them into meat filling, either make them into soup or make buns, and then give them to those poor people.

Therefore, those who do not know about it regard him as a great charity.

Only the people from the Five Poisons Sect know that what this guy did has nothing to do with good deeds.

"Stop talking nonsense, come twenty first!"

Chen Xuan spoke.

"Xiao Zei, if you can't finish it later, don't blame me for being merciless and cutting a few kilograms of meat from you!"

Liu Dashan placed twenty buns and a ladder cage heavily in front of Chen Xuan. At the same time, he pulled out a pig-killing knife and rubbed it on his thigh, and glanced at Chen Xuan with an unkind look on his face.

Chen Xuan also looked at Liu Dashan unhappily.

Damn, I'll eat it as soon as I say I want to eat it, would you bite me?

He started to eat it wildly.

The size of a fist is basically a bun in just a few bites, and the speed is extremely fast, like a hungry wolf.

A group of disciples from the Five Poison Sect wanted to watch a good show, but thought Chen Xuan had his head stuck in the door and dared to provoke Liu Dashan. Unexpectedly, this guy had such a big appetite?

Many people were shocked as they watched the buns quickly enter his stomach.

"Damn, this guy has been hiding for four days and hungry for four days, right?"

"It's possible, otherwise how could this be eaten?"

…

Just then!

A harsh shout suddenly came from a distance and said, "Damn Chen Xuan, you finally died. I thought you could hide for the rest of your life. Today I see where you run?"

Everyone turned around and showed a gloating smile.

"Fang Zhi is here."

"There's a good show."

Liu Dashan, on the other side, also smiled sinisterly, twisted the black-haired mole with his palm, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zei, what do you think? Even after eating the buns, those people will not let you go!"

Chen Xuan ate more than a dozen of twenty buns in one breath. Liu Dashan felt very uncomfortable and felt like he was being contradicted, so no matter how he looked at Chen Xuan, he was unhappy.

Chen Xuan was too lazy to bird him and continued to eat wildly.

Eat and drink soup.

Fang Dao looked gloomy and with seven or eight disciples, he finally came from a distance. Seeing that Chen Xuan was still sitting there and continued to eat wildly, he couldn't help but feel even colder.

A dog-legged man next to him was furious first, jumped out and said, "Chen Xuan, when you see Senior Brother Fang coming, aren't you still welcome him?"

He kicked Chen Xuan's table with one kick, and the only three buns left fell to the ground.

Chen Xuan was furious and suddenly stood up from the bench, emitting an indescribable wild aura.

Wang Fang was startled and felt that at this moment, Chen Xuan seemed to have completely changed, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, and it seemed that he was much taller than before.

Before Wang Fang could speak, Chen Xuan grabbed his big hand instantly, pressed Wang Fang's head and pressed him hard on the ground.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wang Fang screamed in pain, and Chen Xuan pressed himself to the ground, his head was pressed like a door, and most of it was trapped in the mud.

"Ah, spare your life!"

Wang Fang screamed miserably.

"Damn it, I'm having a meal. What are you competing with? And kicking me on the table? Today I'll kill you. Who can stand up for you?"

Chen Xuan looked cruel and pressed Wang Fang's forehead tightly, not treating this guy as a human being at all, as if he was pressing a scarecrow.

Although the iron cloth shirt is a low-level martial art, it is definitely a wild comparison after practicing it.

This is the case with Chen Xuan at this moment!

Even he himself didn't know that his height is at least three centimeters taller than before, and his muscles in his arms and thighs are half a circle thicker than before. Not only is his defense extremely high, but his explosive power is also extremely strong!

Fang Da’s group of dog legs all changed their faces.

"Bold Chen Xuan, you can't stop!"

"Stop it!"

All of them rushed over, and they went up to various palm techniques, leg techniques, acupoints, and greeted Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan was shocked at first, but soon discovered that these palm techniques, leg techniques, and acupoints fell on him were almost the same as tickling.

Although his acupuncture points cannot be transferred, the iron cloth shirt has made his skin thicker, and more than 90% of the acupuncture points have been closed, so ordinary acupuncture points cannot be moved at all, unless they are acupuncture points mixed with deep internal forces.

Bang bang bang bang!

A group of people were greeting Chen Xuan like children.

Chen Xuan had no feeling at all, couldn't help laughing out loud, and said, "Hahaha, it's so satisfying, a bunch of idiots didn't eat in the morning? Just that little strength? Hahaha..."

Everyone who was greeting him wildly changed their faces, and their fingers, arms, and soles were sore, as if they were bombarding a piece of iron.

The other disciples also changed their colors, which made them incredible.

This Chen Xuan... When did Chen Xuan's strength become so strong?

Also, is he practicing horizontal kung fu?

"Iron cloth shirt is small..."

Liu Dashan's eyes froze, and he showed surprise.

How is this possible? How old is this kid who has trained his iron shirt to a small size?

Where did he get the resources?

Compared with internal skills, external skills are not only extremely disadvantageous in all aspects, but what is even more terrifying is the difficulty. Even the simplest iron cloth shirt is difficult to achieve without the accumulation of massive medicinal materials.

And it must be time to infringe on others.

Without seven or eight years of hard work, it is impossible to achieve a small success!

Therefore, very few people really practice horizontal kung fu in the world!
Chapter completed!