"It's just a competition."

Shang Jinxing's simple words, but Meng Wanhai lowered his head.

He knew how much the young island owner attached to this demon-slaying conference.

He also knew that the young island master did not want him to be affected by his injury to practice in the future.

The eight monsters on the eighth floor were all screened through layers, not just small fish and shrimp.

If he leaves, the young island master will be very passive in choosing an opponent.

Shen Qinglan and that fellow Taoist Wukong may have a good relationship, so the two may not be in the same relationship with the young island master.

He should be more careful. Now that he is injured so much, it has dragged down the young island owner!

When Shang Jinxing saw that Meng Wanhai did not speak, his voice became a little colder, "Just follow the order."

Meng Wanhai had no choice but to whisper, "Yes."

"The road is far, it's just a loss and it's not worth it."

"yes."

Shen Qinglan and the monk looked at each other, what was going on with separation from life and death?

Meng Wanhai made them bully Shang Jinxing.

Who cares about it?

There were only four people in the huge waiting area. Shang Jinxing and Meng Wanhai looked solemnly. Shen Qinglan and monk found a corner and began to prepare to eat the third-level four-clawed ice eel!

Shang Jinxing:...

At least in terms of mentality, he lost.

Meng Wanhai:...

I really don’t feel at ease to leave the young island owner alone with these two people!

Shen Qinglan cut off a large piece of meat from the four-clawed ice eel and refined it with the Hundred Demon Flame Heart Art.

He took out the Sanqi Dunhuan to make a frying pan and put the processed eel meat in and fry it.

"Oh, why are you so stingy? Who can eat this meat enough?!"

Shen Qinglan ignored the monk's protest at all.

This four-clawed ice eel is relatively rare, and she didn't plan to finish it with the monk in one meal.

At this time, the fish skin was fryed until it changed color, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

While controlling the fish with strange fire, Shen Qinglan prepared the ingredients for mixing the juice.

She took out a piece of smooth and dark seaweed from the storage bag. This was what she picked in the shallow sea before, but she didn't expect to use it today.

Throw the thing to the monk and "dry and crush it."

"Okay." In the eyes of the monk, the chef is the biggest.

Even if Shen Qinglan ignored his protest just now, he would not dare to fart.

Obediently dry the piece of seaweed with spiritual power and crush it in a small jar.

Shen Qinglan threw out a handful of white sesame seeds and other ingredients to stir. The monk next to him moved his nose, "It's quite fragrant."

"Don't move." Shen Qinglan said three words, and scared the monk's hand that had just reached out.

Alas, the stealing failed.

When the eels in Sanqidun are fried golden, Shen Qinglan poured the sauce they had just prepared into the pot and then slowly boiled them over low heat to make them thick.

Two large porcelain white basins were brought out, filled with a full pot of soft, glutinous and fragrant spiritual rice.

Spread the prepared eel meat flat on the Ling rice, pour the eel sauce in the pot evenly, and sprinkle the seaweed that had been crushed before on it.

The oily eel meat combined with the spiritual rice makes people feel appetite just by looking at it.

There was a bowl of soup that looked very light, which was made by Shen Qinglan, which made kelp eel liver soup. The light and light ones were perfect for eel rice!

At the low table, the monk and Shen Qinglan sat opposite each other.

After Shen Qinglan packed up his things and said he could eat it, the guy directly picked up the porcelain white rice bowl that was bigger than his head and feasted.

Well, the fish is thick, fresh, sweet, tender and smooth, and it is soft and glutinous.

There was no thorn on the big chunks of fish, and he couldn't find a second adjective except for its deliciousness!

Shen Qinglan's eating habits are more elegant than the monk, but his speed is not slower than him.

From time to time, I picked up the eel liver soup on the low table and took a sip. The warm soup entered the stomach and took away the fatigue of the past two days.

Finally, the monk put down the clean basin and drank the remaining soup in one breath, "Uh!"

A satisfying and loud burp!

"It's delicious, so full. This is the best spiritual rice I've ever eaten!"

Shen Qinglan on the opposite side also finished eating and put down the bowl, "Didn't it meant that it wasn't enough for you to eat?"

The monk laughed, "Didn't you want to bring some to my senior brother?"

Shen Qinglan:...

She now suspects that the monk has no such thing as a master of food and sophistication. This is completely an excuse for him to eat more and take up more!

The hourglass above the head showed that it would take a long time to start the eighth battle. Shen Qinglan took out the tent and threw it on the ground.

There is nothing happier than sleeping after eating and drinking.

Before entering the tent, she turned to look at the monk. Before she could say anything, the monk had learned to answer quickly, "I can't wake you up even if I come."

Shen Qinglan nodded with satisfaction, a child can teach!

There are only four people in total now, and Monk Wukong doesn't think there is anything to guard against.

He lay in front of Shen Qinglan's tent, ate, drank and slept. It turned out that these things that were despised by practitioners were quite pleasant to do.

I was in a happy mood, but I fell asleep after a while.

Only the dumbfounded Shang Jinxing and the injured Meng Wanhai were left!

Meng Wanhai coughed twice, "Cough cough, fellow Taoist Shen and fellow Taoist Wukong are really true."

Apart from his true nature, he didn't know what other words could describe these two people.

But it was so far away that he could still smell the food made by fellow Taoist Shen, which was really fragrant!

Shang Jinxing took a look at the tent, then withdrew his gaze and continued to practice.

But Junxiu's brows were always frowning, making Meng Wanhai dare not speak out any more.

The two monks from the outer realm who walked to the end with the young island master were two foreign monks.

It's really annoying enough.

——

When the last trace of the huge hourglass on the heads of several people was left, Shen Qinglan crawled out of the tent.

The monk outside the tent sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting scriptures in his mouth.

Shen Qinglan kicked him, "Stop pretending."

The monk who was kicked said seriously, "I am making a wish to the Buddha."

"If you don't burn incense, you will be surprised if you just hold on to the Buddha."

The monk wanted to argue something, but Shen Qinglan became serious, "Here's here!"

With a sudden movement, the shemale and demon tribes finally turned around.

At this time, Shen Qinglan was using her true face to meet people.

One of the purple-eyed sea beasts roared at her and rushed towards Shen Qinglan!

"I'll get on first." She shouted and went back and forth and went up to meet her, and teleported into the arena with the purple-eyed sea beast.

The monk also picked a demon cultivator, and the rosary in his hand suddenly separated and smashed it at his opponent.

Among the few monsters that rushed towards them, Shang Jinxing chose the one who had only seen them less often, and directly pushed Meng Wanhai over.

If there are fewer times, the number of battles will be less. There is a high probability that the strength of this monster is weak among the few monsters.

"Go out now!"

He only said these words and then cut off another beast with one sword.

Almost at the same time, he disappeared in front of several other monsters with Meng Wanhai.
Chapter completed!