"Sir, my cultivation level is at the early stage of the Emperor Realm. I want to sign up!"
"And me, and me!"
"..."
Suddenly, there was a huge crowd of people, all wanting to sign up to become temporary soldiers of the One Moon Palace.
The reason why the One Moon Palace issued such a conscription policy was really a helpless move.
After all, the previous battle with the demon clan resulted in heavy losses and a serious shortage of troops, so it was natural to expand new troops.
And these casual cultivators wandering around Kunyun City are an excellent group of cannon fodder!
That's right, they thought they had gotten a huge advantage, but in fact, they were just cannon fodder in the eyes of these high-level sects.
Of course, these casual cultivators are not fools, but they live a life of licking blood with their swords and no longer hanging their heads on their belts. If they have the opportunity to earn the sect's skills from the Duyue Palace, they will naturally not let this good opportunity pass.
Chance.
After a while, the number of warriors who signed up to become the temporary soldiers of Du Yue Tiangong has reached two to three thousand.
"I...I also want to join the One Moon Heavenly Palace!"
At this moment, a fat man who looked like he was struggling to even run rushed over from a distance.
If this fat man is not Ling Feng, who is he?
Ling Feng grinned and said: "Brother, I... I also want to join the One Moon Palace and be a glorious temporary soldier to stop the demon clan and defend our human clan's territory!"
"oh?"
The disciple in charge of recruiting soldiers glanced at Ling Feng. He originally looked disgusted when he saw his fat-headed appearance, but after hearing Ling Feng's words, he slightly changed his view of him.
Most of the others did it out of selfish motives, but Ling Feng actually wanted to defend the human territory.
This guy is a little different!
"The peak of the Human Emperor has just reached the standard."
The person in charge looked at Ling Feng. At this moment, Ling Feng deliberately concealed his cultivation, only revealing the aura of the peak human emperor.
"May I have your name?"
The person in charge asked calmly.
"My name is Long Fei!"
Ling Feng said with a smile.
"Long Fei? Hahaha!"
A disciple next to him burst out laughing, "Here's Long Fei, I think you should change your name to Zhu Fei! Hahaha!"
For a moment, the crowd burst into laughter.
The person in charge also shook his head and smiled, "I'm afraid such a fat dragon may not be able to fly!"
"hehe!"
Ling Feng touched the back of his head and pretended to be naive, "Then, do I pass?"
"Your cultivation is too poor, and look at your fat head and big ears, you can't even run on the battlefield!"
"wipe!"
Ling Feng cursed secretly in his heart. If he had known earlier, he would have disguised himself as a normal person. He originally wanted to keep a low profile, but ended up shooting himself in the foot.
The person in charge shook his head, looked at Ling Feng, and said, "I see you are full of enthusiasm. By the way, there is also a position for a group leader in the military camp. Are you interested?"
"Head soldier?"
Ling Feng's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately, "I'm interested! I'm interested, the food I cook is delicious!"
"Hahaha!"
The person in charge laughed loudly, "You even boasted! Let me declare first, if you don't have two brushes, you will be kicked out sooner or later, and the treatment that temporary soldiers deserve will also be deducted!"
Ling Feng grinned, and the fat on his fat face trembled.
"My lord, please rest assured!"
Ling Feng took out a black pot from the Naling Ring and said with a smile: "Before I came out to work, I was a cook!"
"Yo? Expert!"
The person in charge was also interested, pointed to a restaurant not far away, and said with a smile: "I said Zhu Fei... ahem, Long Fei, are you interested in showing off your skills?"
Ling Feng imitated Shura's cooking master, patted his round belly, and said with a smile: "Of course it's no problem!"
As soon as they heard that Ling Feng was about to perform a skill, the casual cultivators around him suddenly started to boo.
Although most of them are accomplished warriors who have reached the state of inescaping food and have not eaten or drank for a long time, it will not have much impact, but the desire for food and drink is human nature.
For the disciples of the Duyue Heavenly Palace, food cooked with the flesh and blood of demonic beasts and spiritual plants from spiritual valleys is a channel to temper their bodies and enhance their cultivation.
Just like the delicacies cooked by Shura Kitchen Sanctuary, eating one meal a day is almost as good as practicing hard work without sleep for several days.
The food cooked by the gang leaders can restore the disciples' energy and blood in a short period of time.
Therefore, in the military camp, leading soldiers are also indispensable.
As the saying goes, before the three armies move, food and grass will go first.
This is true for the army in the mortal realm, and this rule also applies in the world of martial arts.
Soon, surrounded by a group of warriors, Ling Feng and his party entered the restaurant.
After the disciple in charge of recruiting troops explained his intention, the shopkeeper agreed immediately and agreed to hand over the kitchen to Ling Feng.
The head chef is also a strong man with big shoulders and a round waist. It seems that most of the cooks are fat. (ps: I just said most, not all, there are of course thin cooks.)
It's no wonder that the cook is exposed to all kinds of delicacies every day. If he can't control his mouth, he will naturally gain weight.
"Brother, are you also a cook?"
The chef in charge glanced at Ling Feng, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. He was the most famous chef within a few hundred miles of Kunyun City. His cooking skills were superb, and he thought he was the best in Kunyun City.
"Haha, understand a little, understand a little."
Ling Feng grinned. His cooking skills could not be said to be very high, but after all, he had trained with Shura Cooking Master for several months.
Not to mention top chefs, they are already much higher than ordinary chefs.
"Turns out he's a half-ass!"
The chef in charge grinned and said, "Be careful when using my pot and spatula. Don't let me wear them out!"
Ling Feng didn't say much, but simply said: "Master, can I use my own pot?"
The chef in charge looked at the iron pot in Ling Feng's hand and smiled disdainfully, "It's just a broken pot like yours to prevent me from using the top-quality iron pot produced by Wangdefu? Haha..."
The look of disdain in the head chef's eyes became even more intense. This boy is indeed an amateur!
Suddenly, the chef in charge saw that Ling Feng's iron pot seemed to have a very special pattern, and his eyelids twitched.
This logo seems a little familiar!
"hiss!"
The face of the chef in charge changed, "Boy, can you show me your pot?"
"Oh, let's take a look!"
Ling Feng casually threw the iron pot in his hand. The chef in charge of the spoon stretched out his hand to catch it, and his hand was heavy. There was a "dong" sound, and the iron pot hit the ground heavily. The chef in charge of the spoon used all his strength.
, and couldn't shake the iron pot at all.
Ling Feng snickered secretly. He had been carrying this iron pot on his back for several months in the Valley of the Evil Ones.
Naturally, he knew the weight of this iron pot very well.
Ordinary saint-level experts can't even think of swaying him in the slightest. This chef is just a personal king at best.
The warriors watching the excitement around saw the chef's face turn green, and they burst out laughing, "They are all fat people, you can't do this!"
Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, picked up the iron pot and said calmly: "Master, please prepare some ingredients for me?"
The face of the head chef changed slightly. He no longer dared to look down on Ling Feng and said in a deep voice: "Little... little brother, what do you need?"