"This bastard!"

The prince of the Jiao tribe almost lost his breath and became angry.

Just now the old man was praising one after another, and he was so satisfied with his food that he was like a beggar who had been hungry for three days and three nights. He thought he had succeeded.

As a result, this bastard, after eating it, said that the food was just plain food and difficult to swallow.

You've eaten all the food, almost chewed the plate, and told me you can't eat anymore?

This guy definitely scolded the cook when he was full.

"Walk!"

With a sullen face, and taking a few deep breaths to suppress his anger, the Jiao clan prince clenched his fists, turned around and left with the others.

Although he failed the first time, he still had a chance, a total of twenty-eight times!

As for the onlookers, they were all a little dazed at this time.

Seeing the old man eating so happily, no one expected that the result would be like this.

Although the old man scolded the Jiao clan prince and prevented everyone from being taken advantage of, this old guy had a bad temper and could fall out of control faster than flipping through a book.

"What the Prince of the Jiao Tribe brings out are some of the best delicacies in this ancient city, but they are not all good?"

"I knew that since this old man took this as a test for us, it would definitely not be that simple. Maybe he wanted some unorthodox food."

"It makes sense. It might be right to do the opposite."

"Don't be extreme, please. These are just a few. What is the real counterpart of this old man? I haven't seen it yet."

However, the failure of the Jiao clan prince not only helped the cultivators eliminate several wrong options, but also inspired some people.

Some people are even a little lucky that they arrived late and can watch others eliminate wrong options.

Otherwise, if you are in the front, like the Jiao clan, millions of spiritual stones will be wasted in the blink of an eye.

So in the afternoon, some monks changed their goals and began to flock to some mortal markets, or specially selected unorthodox foods and recorded them.

"Nephew Qiu, do we need to change direction?"

Upstairs, after witnessing the defeat of the Jiao clan prince, Elder Jing asked.

"It's better to keep it as it is. Let's collect information first. It will take us two or three days to finish our ranking. Don't worry." Qin Cheng shook his head.

The thirty or so people from the Jiao tribe alone are enough to try until tomorrow afternoon.

And before them, there are still more than a dozen people.

"All right."

Elder Jing nodded, looking at Qin Cheng who was very taciturn, and became more and more confused.

In the past, when everyone encountered something, Qin Cheng always led them in the right direction.

There are reasons why Elder Jing had to cooperate with him, and there are also factors why Qin Cheng's ideas and methods are indeed correct.

But this time, Qin Cheng seemed to have nothing to do with or care about the old man, and didn't care whether he left the city or not.

What exactly is the reason?

Elder Jing wanted to ask something, but when he thought of his identity, he suppressed the thought in his heart.

"Qin Cheng, are you really not interested in this matter?"

After Elder Jing and others left, seeing Qin Cheng sitting cross-legged on the futon and planning to practice, Fu Mo couldn't help but ask.

Not only Elder Jing, Fu Demon is also curious.

Qin Cheng was too quiet this time, which was really a bit surprising.

"Of course I'm interested in being able to leave the city first and gain an advantage in the inheritance area. I also want to leave this place." Qin Cheng said calmly.

"Then you still..."

"But are you sure that this old man is really a so-called city lord?"

Qin Cheng asked with a smile, making Fu Mo stunned.

After the old man showed his token and the city lord's plaque, everyone seemed to recognize him as the ruler here.

"Don't forget that this is the Heavenly Path Realm, and it is the place where the Venerable is looking for successors. Among a group of living dead, do you need a so-called city lord?"

"What do you mean?" Fu Mo frowned.

"I only want to regard this person as a tester. In other words, how much chance can I increase by participating?"

"The old man didn't give any hints or directions, and just let everyone search like a blind man searching for an elephant. If I also search, can I find anything special?" Qin Cheng smiled and shook his head.

"There are countless kinds of mortal delicacies in the ancient city. Zheng Ling said that there are hundreds of them in one family. Finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack. How many days of searching can you really get the one that the other party likes?"

"You're right. Looking for it this way does feel like you're lucky."

Fu Mo nodded, but still a little confused.

"But there is at least a chance to look for it. If I stay here, wouldn't it mean that there is no chance at all?"

"I have some other ideas now. They are still preliminary, but if they work, I might be able to find what the old man wants," Qin Cheng said.

"Do you have any other options?"

Fu Mo's eyes brightened slightly. Now everyone was aimlessly searching for various foods, but Qin Cheng had other directions.

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"It may not work, but anyway, I searched like everyone else and got nothing, so why not try more."

Qin Cheng shook his head and took out a sound transmission jade slip together with it.

This is the jade slip Taoist Li gave him before. This guy came to the ancient city very early and is considered a know-it-all here. He may be able to come in handy for some things next.

Time soon arrived in the evening, and the cultivators gathered here again.

This time, it was still the Jiao clan prince who prepared ten kinds of food.

But unlike at noon, perhaps because of a lesson, the ten kinds of delicacies are divided into two types this time.

A dish that is still extremely rare and extremely expensive in this ancient city.

The other half was replaced with more ordinary items.

Seeing that the prince of the Jiao clan immediately changed his strategy, the cultivators became curious again.

Many monks had already speculated that the thing the old man was looking for might be the most common and simple thing in the city, and the Jiao clan prince obviously chose this way.

But next, the old man's performance made the cultivators stunned.

He first continued to eat all the delicious food without any image, and then cursed again as "garbage" that was difficult to swallow.

Facing the five objects on the street on the other side, with everyone watching, the old man waved his hand and knocked them to the ground mercilessly.

"Hmph, in my eyes, these things are worse than rubbish! Are you blind, making these junk things to entertain me?"

The old man pointed at the prince of the Jiao clan and cursed.

"You still want to go out of town, go, go, go!"

Being scolded by the old man again in front of others, the prince of the Jiao clan turned blue.

I also wanted to try it in a different way, but the evaluation I received was actually not as good as before.

Moreover, this bastard eats what he buys, earns his own spiritual stones, and yet he even points his nose at himself and insults him again and again!

If he hadn't asked for something from the other party, with his temper, he would have torn the old man into pieces long ago.

This time, the Jiao clan prince turned around and left without even saying a word.

The brows of the cultivators around him also gradually furrowed.

Twice in a row, the results in both directions were wrong. So what exactly is the Taoist thing that the old man wants?

Under this doubt, many monks have no intention of practicing tonight, and farce continues to occur.
Chapter completed!