Could it be that the Demon-Slaying Sword is not working?

That shouldn't be the case!

Lin Mufeng looked at the Demon-Slaying Sword, and then at the wood.

Hiss -

his pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost jumped up from the ground.

Spirit...spiritual wood? !

He quickly picked up the firewood and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully, wishing his eyes were glued to it.

Spiritual wood, it's really a spiritual wood!

What did I just do? I actually chopped the spiritual wood with a sword!

This is a spiritual wood, a high-end material that can be used to refine top-level defensive magic weapons, a treasure that is desirable but unattainable!

No wonder the Demon-Slaying Sword is needed to chop wood.

Also, Master Li actually used spiritual wood to make fire?

This, this...

is this the world of the big guys?

He couldn't help but secretly look in the direction of the fire.

At this time, it was Lin Qingyun who was helping to make a fire. He looked very conscientious, throwing wood into the fire from time to time, and then blowing the fire with his little mouth pouting.

That flame...

was clearly the flame of the Dragon Fire Pearl!

Terrible, terrifying!

He shuddered involuntarily, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

I don't want to be the owner of Lingyun Fairy Pavilion anymore, I want to be a woodcutter here!

Unfortunately, the masters probably don't like me.

Oh, sad.

He took a deep breath, corrected his mentality, faced the firewood in front of him again, and worked hard to be a qualified woodcutter.

He raised the Demon-Slaying Sword, his eyes condensed slightly, and controlled the spiritual power in his body to pour into the Demon-Slaying Sword.

The sword fell with a wave of his hand!

Snap!

The wood was cut in two with one stroke!

At the same time, a huge recoil force came from the Demon-Slaying Sword, causing him to groan and his hand holding the sword trembled.

Lin Mufeng couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "It is said that spiritual wood has the characteristic of recoil attack, and it is true!"

He didn't dare to delay, straightened the firewood, raised the Demon-Slaying Sword again, and chopped it down.

Crack!

Another one-stroke cut in half.

However, the same recoil force came again, causing his hand to begin to feel numb.

Chopping wood like this, even a cultivator would be injured!

Lin Mufeng's eyes condensed, and a blessing came to his mind.

I understand!

The master is clearly hitting me!

My daughter was so rude just now, which must have displeased the master. The master asked me to chop wood, but in fact he was teaching me a lesson!

After figuring this out, he was not at all uneasy, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the master gave a lesson, his dissatisfaction must be alleviated a little, which is a good thing!

I must chop wood well and strive to satisfy the master!

He dared not rest anymore, and continued to raise the Demon-Slaying Sword, and the sword fell.

Crack!

Crack!

One by one, the spiritual wood was cut in half, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on Lin Mufeng's face.

Although he was torturing himself, he felt more and more at ease in his heart. Seeing that I was so sincere, the master should be relieved.

Gradually, his hands began to tremble slightly. The spiritual power in his body had been almost consumed. He was more tired than after a big battle.

In addition to the physical fatigue, his heart was also trembling.

These are all spiritual woods. He was lucky enough to be able to chop the spiritual woods one by one. In the past... I couldn't even think about it! It

was just like a dream.

Who dares to show off wealth with me in the future? I am a man who has chopped spiritual woods!

Li Nianfan was not far away. He accidentally saw that Lin Mufeng's face was pale and his whole body was sweating. He couldn't help but be slightly startled.

What's the situation? It's just chopping wood, is it a big deal?

Could it be that this old man had a fight with someone and left some hidden injuries?

Li Nianfan said quickly, "Mr. Lin, that's enough. Come over here. No need to chop anymore."

"Oh, good." Lin Mufeng was immediately delighted. It seemed that Mr. Li's anger had subsided.

At this time, his hand holding the Demon-Falling Sword was already red, and the base of his palm was cracked. The spiritual power in his body was shaken and injured. He

came to the table as if nothing had happened, and immediately smelled a strong fragrance wafting from the pot.

"Gudong."

As soon as the fragrance entered his nose, Lin Mufeng couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the saliva in his mouth began to secrete rapidly.

What a fragrance!

How delicious must it taste to be so fragrant?

For the first time since he became an immortal, he had an impulsive desire for food.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the casserole.

The clay pot was covered with a lid, leaving only a small hole, and white smoke was bubbling out from it. The steam was hitting the lid, making a slight sound.

The flames below were burning fiercely, and the spiritual woods were turned into charcoal.

Seeing such a luxurious scene, Lin Mufeng's mouth twitched again.

Lin Qingyun squatted aside, staring at the clay pot with her beautiful eyes without blinking, and her mouth was drooling all the time. From time to time, she would shrink her neck and swallow her saliva.

The corners of her mouth would unconsciously overflow with shiny saliva.

Although Daji often ate delicious food, her beautiful eyes also stared at the clay pot with an expectant look.

After a while, the mist coming out of the clay pot increased significantly, and the lid began to "crackle".

"Almost done." Li Nianfan smiled slightly and lifted the lid of the pot.

Suddenly, a thick white smoke rose from the pot, covering the clay pot and making it difficult to see clearly.

What followed was the extremely tempting fragrance.

The mellow aroma floats up, slides into the mouth through the nostrils, and seems to have become a substance, teasing your taste buds and instantly whetting your appetite.

"Sizzle!"

Daji and the other two inadvertently sucked the saliva from the corners of their mouths, staring straight into the pot.

The mist gradually dissipated, and the golden soup gradually emerged in front of everyone. Looking closely, it was a layer of oil beads floating on the snow-white soup.

The clay pot still emits heat, keeping the soup boiling, and the "gurgling" bubbles constantly lift up the entire eagle, bobbing up and down in an orderly manner.

Lin Qingyun could no longer hold the saliva on her lips, and it began to flow down the corners of her mouth. If she hadn't had the last bit of rationality, she would have been unable to resist.

Lin Mufeng was not much better, his Adam's apple kept rolling, and he used his utmost rationality to restrain himself.

At the same time, he looked at everything in the pot curiously, what on earth could be so fragrant.

He knew that the water in this soup was all spiritual water.

On the top of the soup, there were some mushrooms and a small amount of green onions floating. In addition, there were some special-looking exotic flowers and herbs.

Hmm? They seem familiar.

Are these... spiritual medicines and magical herbs? !

Lin Mufeng's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at those exotic flowers and herbs, his mind suddenly shook.

His brain exploded with a bang, and he opened up a new knowledge.

Magical herbs can actually be used to make soup?!

It seems that Master Li not only grows these magical herbs as bonsai, but also for cooking!

Yes, although these magical herbs are precious in the world of immortal cultivation, in Master Li's eyes, they are probably no different from ordinary flowers and plants.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, he looked at the most important ingredient in the pot - the eagle!

It can be seen that this eagle is not small in size, with its eyes closed quietly, and the meat is fully cooked.

What attracts the most attention is the mouth of this eagle, the tip of which is actually silver.

Oh my God!

Silver Moon Demon King?!