"Sect Master, this time, the subordinates are not well-behaved, which has led to the seventh prince being killed. I also ask the sect master to punish him!" Bai Zhixing held the red crystal with sweat on his head and said tremblingly. He was very scared now.

You know, Bai Wenyuan is the biological son of the man in front of him. Although he is not a legitimate son, he is also a personal son. He is very popular with this man. Now he dies silently in the Bai family...

To be honest, Bai Wenyuan is still very smart. After coming to the Bai family, he soon realized the ambition of Bai Zhixing. After several tests, Bai Zhixing simply defected to Yunhai Palace.

When Qi Zhiyuan, the leader of Yunhai Palace, was a famous handsome man in the cultivation world when he was young. In addition, he was extremely popular. Of course, Qi Zhiyuan also had a deep affection. Therefore, after middle age, he had many wives and concubines and had many descendants, such as Bai Wenyuan, or Qi Wenyuan was Qi Zhiyuan's seventh son. Although he was not a legitimate son, this did not mean that Qi Zhiyuan had a weak relationship with his own flesh and blood.

Before, Bai Wenyuan changed his mother's surname to his mother's surname because he wanted to sneak into the Bai family. Qi Zhiyuan knew very well that Bai Wenyuan did this to prove his ability to himself and prove that his ability was not weaker than the other brothers. He wanted to gain his recognition. Although for Qi Zhiyuan, his descendants were still adults, he didn't care much, because there was no difference between his relatives and flesh, but the children were inevitably competing.

Even if the children themselves are unwilling to compete, the mother tribe behind them and those supporters will push them to compete. This is inevitable. This is how Qi Zhiyuan came here himself.

Therefore, in many things, even if Qi Zhiyuan is the leader of Yunhai Palace, even if he is a powerful person in the quasi-Nasty Soul stage, even if he doesn't want his children to compete with each other and "fight" each other, he will be helpless in the end.

However, no matter how helpless he was, he still attached great importance to his children. Bai Wenyuan was Qi Zhiyuan's first son. The sadness of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man gradually turned into anger and collided violently in his chest.

When he gradually realized that he might lose more flesh and blood for similar reasons in the future, this anger broke out completely. For the first time, fear appeared in his heart, and Qi Zhiyuan lost control!

With a "boom!", in the hall of the underground secret room, fire was shining everywhere, thunder roared, and a violent force rushed out directly from the jade bi. The powerful force rushed to the entrance of the hall, passing a hundred feet away. The bronze statues of the anniversary were actually war puppets, which were directly blown to pieces. The flying dragon carvings on the ground were like being shoveled by a huge shovel, and the stone chips flew and were extremely flat!

"Ah!!" The third elder Bai Zhixing screamed in his mouth, and then he flew two hundred meters away from blood and fell heavily to the ground. Before he could get up, he opened his mouth and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Say, who killed his son?" A powerful big hand wine, formed after the essence of the qi, grabbed Bai Zhixing's neck through a jade bi, and picked him up the seriously injured.

This is the powerful strength of a quasi-Nasonic Soul Stage powerhouse. Even if Qi Zhi is now four or five thousand miles away from the secret room where Bai Zhixing is located, his power can also be easily suppressed, and even seriously injured Bai Zhixing.

The third elder Bai Zhixing was spitting blood foam in his mouth. At this time, he didn't dare to delay and struggled to spit out a name: "Yes..., it was Lin Ze. The only one who has a grudge against the young master is Lin Ze."

Bai Zhixing didn't know about Bai Zhiyuan's killing Bai Wenyuan, or he actually knew about it, but because he didn't want the Bai family to be destroyed like this, he took the blame to Lin Ze. Anyway, Lin Ze and Bai Wenyuan had a great hatred with Yunhai Palace. The golden elixir powerhouses in Yunhai Palace were not killed by Lin Ze, so it would be appropriate to take the blame to Lin Ze again!

"Lin Ze?!Lin Ze, it's this guy again, ah..." Qi Zhiyuan's angrily roar echoed in the hall: "Lin Ze! Lin Ze! Lin Ze! You kill my beloved son, I want to tear you apart, and I have avenged the murder of son!"

...The eyes turned to Lin Ze. The roast duck introduced by Ma Qiang before was indeed good. Lin Ze was used to the roast duck that he had made. It was actually good to try the roast duck. He killed five ducks alone.

There are thousands of benefits of cultivators, such as being able to fly, having powerful power, being able to beautify, keeping their faces alive, etc., but there is a big disadvantage: the appetite has increased several times!

In the past, Lin Ze could eat at most one roast duck at a meal, but now, three roast ducks are not a problem. If you feel the taste is good, five or ten will not be a problem, just like now.

Not only Lin Ze, but even Song Qingxiu on the other side has become a big belly king. Song Qingxiu looks like a scholar. Such people generally have a bad appetite, but now they have a pretty appetite. Lin Ze just finished eating five roast ducks, but Song Qingxiu has already started to eat the eighth one. Song Qingxiu is an old tit. When he encounters something delicious, he will not hesitate to make his belly round, and he ate ten big roast ducks by himself!

Seeing that Song Qingxiu had ten roast ducks, the shop owner on the side was secretly shocked after seeing it, but he didn't say much. The more customers ate, the more he earned.

According to the owner, this roasted //duck shop is a three hundred-year-old shop. It looks a bit old. The tables and chairs are all black. The signs at the door are filled with oil smoke. But in fact, these are all traces left by time. More than three hundred years have formed this three hundred-year-old shop. This old shop is also famous in a market town like Ji'an Town, and has long been full of seats.

After eating another roast duck in his hand, Lin Ze thought in his heart whether to get the secret recipe of the ancestral restaurant back and hand it over to his chef. In this way, everyone will have a good time in the future.

"Shopkeeper!" Just as Lin Ze was thinking, a somewhat lazy voice sounded in a corner on the left. As soon as the voice opened, Lin Ze and Ma Qiang noticed that there was a person sitting on a small table in the corner. He was actually a warrior with great strength. He seemed to have the strength of the early stage of the Golden Pill. Before, because the place was very remote and the roast duck tasted really good, Lin Ze and the others did not notice it.

As soon as the man shouted, a young man immediately ran over with a white towel. After coming to the warrior, he asked enthusiastically: "Customer, what else do you have to give? Let me have another one?"

The cultivator waved his hand and said with a plain look: "Waiter, go and ask the owner of this store if he sells the secret recipe for roast duck? Don't worry, as long as he buys it, I can pay any price!"

When the waiter heard the customer's request, he immediately looked embarrassed and said hesitantly: "Customer, you ask our store..." The waiter obviously knew that the boss would not buy the secret recipe he passed down from ancestors.

The warrior obviously saw this, but as a strong man in the middle stage of foundation building, he would not care about a small shop owner, so he said to the waiter very domineeringly: "What do you want? Just go if you ask me to go!"

"Yes, the customer!" The waiter went there with a helpless look on his face. He obviously couldn't afford to offend the customer in front of him. After seeing this, Lin Ze whispered to Ma Qiang: "He is a master, the early strength of the Jindan!"

Ma Qiang was shocked when he heard this. The cultivator seemed to be a few years older than Lin Ze last year, but his strength was already at the early stage of the Golden Pill, and he was even one level stronger than Bai Wenyuan, the younger generation of the Bai family.

Ma Qiang turned around and looked at this young Jindan stage powerhouse. He had to remember such a young genius, but when he saw it, Ma Qiang suddenly changed his face and said, "Brother Lin, I know who he is!"

At this time, an old man in his sixties walked out of the kitchen. It seemed that he had encountered such things before, so he didn't care much about this matter. After coming to the young warrior, he explained with a smile: "Customer, I am a three hundred-year-old store. I really don't sell the secret recipe. If I sell the secret recipe, the old man will not let me go when the old man goes down."

But I knew that the young practitioner did not talk nonsense, and directly stretched out a finger and said, "One Thousand!" with a calm look, it seemed that he was sure that he could buy this secret recipe of the ancestral tradition.

The boss on the other side still smiled and didn't care about this. He still refused with a smile: "The customer is very kind. I can't make 100 taels of gold in this small shop a year, and 1,000 taels is really a lot, but I can't sell it."

Everyone knows that the boss is refusing, and he also hears that the price of 1,000 is indeed not taken seriously by the boss, but the young man still said calmly: "I'm not talking about gold, but spirit stone!"

"Hiss...!!" After hearing the young warrior's words, the diners around them all took a breath, unable to believe it.

In the store that was very lively before, there was no sound at this moment. Everyone was shocked by the price offered by this young warrior. This is not a thousand taels of gold, but a thousand spirit stones. If it was gold, a spirit stone could be exchanged for 100,000 taels of gold. Now it is a whole thousand spirit stones, so...
Chapter completed!