Zhang Wei reluctantly accepted the fact that his qualifications were very poor.
According to the book, the concentration of food cells determines strength, and the food demons have their own inheritance.
Every advancement in strength is a convergence between the host and the eating demon.
The more profound the inheritance of the Food Demon, the fewer the number of barriers.
The strongest eating demon has a heritage of 13.4 billion years, dating back to the beginning of the Big Bang.
And some new generation demons only have a few hundred million years of inheritance, so it can be said that the road to advancement is bumpy at every step.
And Zhang Wei’s Food Demon...
He was only born for about half a year.
The degree of roughness is no longer about the quality of the road. It should be said that Zhang Wei is building the road.
No, open the way!
Countless people have struggled to complete the road to promotion in their lifetime, but Zhang Wei has to open up the road. You can imagine the difficulty!
"If I really follow the eight steps of a Western-style meal, I may not even be able to reach the top of the food chain, let alone reach the top of the food chain."
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Aurora of the North - Desert City.
As one of the coldest human gathering areas in the human world, the temperature in Desert City can reach as low as minus 50 degrees.
Although it is slightly inferior to the Ice Hell Plain, it is also the limit that ordinary humans can endure.
It was early spring, and the ice and snow in Desert City had not yet melted. As the capital of the North, Desert City was still very large.
A pawn shop somewhere.
The appraiser picked up the magnifying glass and looked at the white powder in front of him again and again.
Ten minutes later, the appraiser said: "The extremely pure salt essence weighs 3.52 grams in total... The highest price we can give is... 13,500 Baileys."
Bailey's purchasing power is extremely strong. It is mixed with precious metals and one piece can be exchanged for 16 kilograms of grain.
The person in front of the appraiser was naturally Mo Du in disguise.
Carrying a large bag of gold coins, Mo Du felt exhausted physically and mentally as he eliminated the people following him in the alley.
"How long will it take to sell three grams and two grams this time?"
"And every time I meet these blind people, life is already very hard, so I have to take shortcuts!"
Looking at the body lying on the ground, Mo Du frowned tightly.
"If it really doesn't work, we can only consider Baidao... Maybe the auction house is a good choice."
Mo Du had also considered visiting black outlets of underground organizations, but they were unable to digest ten kilograms of salt essence regardless of their size or reputation.
In this era where salt essence is measured in grams, ten kilograms is undoubtedly an astronomical figure.
The entire Mocheng's annual quota is almost this amount.
You know, there are thousands of restaurants in Mocheng, and hundreds of three-star hotels that can use salt essence!
No matter which hotel gets the salt essence from Modu, it can greatly increase the quality of high-end cuisine, which will be of great benefit to the future development of the hotel!
The annual quota of 70-150 grams of salt essence in high-end hotels is only enough to consume about 50 dishes. For their passenger flow, it is simply a drop in the bucket.
The moment Mo Du walked into the auction house, an unstoppable storm was destined to sweep across the Northland!
On the other hand, more than a dozen teams from the border town have already set off, heading into the Ice Hell Plains along different roads.
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A two-headed pterodactyl soars in the sky.
Different from the terrifying ice dragon, the two-headed pterodactyl has a more docile temperament, and its capture level is only level six. Coupled with its strong physique and endurance, it is always ready to capture and train it into a camel beast.
Of course, the cost of raising a two-headed pterodactyl is quite high, and the goods it can carry are usually of high value.
Station.
More than a dozen pterodactyls were parked and resting, with large chunks of fat and raw meat piled up like hills to provide energy for flight.
These flying camel beasts are luxuriously equipped, and there are large words of salt on the breast shields.
It is the transportation team under the command of the four major salt merchants.
"Finally caught up... Huhu... I thought you guys had flown away."
A tall and muscular man came galloping from a distance, so fast that the transport team members instantly became alert!
"Haru? You've lost weight."
"I'm here, do you know me?"
"Please step back, you are no match for him."
A man wearing a linen robe stood up. The scar on his face gave him a bit of evil energy. Behind him was an exaggerated giant sword. Every step he took left deep footprints.
The man with the giant sword said: "My brother once challenged you back then. You are worthy of being the reincarnation of 'Emperor Shakti' and the strongest warrior of the Kurk tribe."
"Hey, I left Kurk a long time ago and haven't been a mercenary for many years... This big sword looks familiar..."
Haru put away his carelessness, and the scene from that year emerged in his mind. It was the mission that Haru was closest to death.
Two mercenary warriors, one with a broadsword and one with a broadsword.
They fought to the death among Kurk warriors who were several times their own number, and many tribal brothers were killed by them.
"Are you... domineering? How about your brother who is acting rampant? Speaking of your reputation, you two are pretty good at it."
Unexpectedly, Haru was surprised to meet a fellow from the roof of the world here.
Ba Dao drew out his heavy sword and pointed it at Haru from a distance.
"We can talk about old times later. What are you doing here?"
"Ah, this... robbery."
Haru scratched his head, feeling quite embarrassed.
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Half an hour later, Haru appeared in a tunnel somewhere with a transport box in hand.
Every step he takes will leave a bloody footprint on the ground.
"Nima, I haven't seen this bastard for a few years, and he suddenly became so fierce."
"Fortunately, his brother is not here, otherwise it would be easy to fall into trouble today..."
"My job hasn't been going so well lately. I keep encountering perverts like this..."
At this time, Haru was covered in sword marks, and the healing of his gourmet cells was approaching its limit.
Thinking of this, Haru thought of the tiger-skinned man in the ice hell plain.
Even when I think about it now, I still feel a sense of despair that the mountain is unreachable!
Crush!
Even though he is incompetent in combat and has rough skills, he is as unshakable as a mountain.
"Nima, sooner or later I will catch you and cook for me for the rest of my life!"
Thinking back to the frequent setbacks he has suffered recently, back then even if we worked together we couldn't fight against his tyranny, now just one person can inflict serious damage on him.
Haru felt annoyed!
Even the salt essence I just grabbed doesn’t smell good anymore.
"Looking at the wear and tear marks on that giant sword, Ba Dao must have never stopped sharpening himself over the years..."
"I spent so much time in the City of Progress that I turned into that type of fat pig."
"To put it bluntly, I haven't made any progress at all over the years. I'm just resting on my laurels."
"If this continues, what can we do to catch that person?"
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Haru, who is known as the strongest warrior in a century, is naturally talented. No matter what fighting skills he learns, he always comes naturally.
What is lacking is the heart of a warrior.
Haru once had it, but unfortunately... the girls in Progress City are as tender as water, and the bed is too soft!
He grabbed off the necklace and threw it on the ground. It was the door number of the Champs Elysees Hotel.
Throwing out a lot of business cards in his arms, there are all kinds of sexy and tempting young ladies on them, as well as their contact information.
With each step, Haru's face twitched with distress.
"Girls, don't miss me. I will slowly appreciate your tenderness later."